Sometimes when I think about what I'm going to write on a page I have it all planned out. It has a beginning and an end. Sometimes it knows where it's going to start, but not where it mght finish. And sometimes I write some stuff down, in a scribble, just when it comes to me, and it has no page at all.
My Dad Told Me
- My Dad told me that when he lived in Africa he knew a man who could grow blue bananas.
- My Dad told me that Bilbo Baggins lived on the other side of our road, through the hawthorn hedge, across the field and turn left at the big tree.
- My Dad told me that when his Mum had icecream for the first time she wanted to put it in the oven to take the chill off it for the children.
- My Dad told me that compromise was worth it and that treating everyone the way you wanted to be treated yourself was the right thing to do.
and my Dad told me that learning to drive would be one of the greatest adventures of my life
So I'm packing a picnic and his Grandson will be driving us to the seaside today for a Father's Day celebration. The rain is on, but the boys aren't complaining, so the girls won't either.
Lots of guesses on Friday's post on who said what. I loved Rinda's suggestion that The (Not) So Small One had said them all; and I wish I could say that was true. But the answers are - The Tall One wanted his money back; The Accountant thought he was about to topple; The (Not) So Small One wanted to shop; and I felt a burning desire to sort out the damp problem It's what I do.