Sleepy Time Gal?

A nightmare dilemma - duvets are too hot, or too cold. Betwixt-and-between bedcovers need adaptability to cope with the see-saw temperatures of an Autumn night.
 
160 characters for Monkey Man, brought to mind by my trials and tribulations with finding a comfortable temperature for sleeping - should I be lucky enough to sleep, of course! Hehehe!

Origami Freebie?

I thought I'd share my morning correspondence with you all today...

Hello, Havant Office Person of The News! I don’t doubt you are the wrong person to contact, but maybe you can help point me to the right one?*smiles*

I have attached a picture of a sad copy of this week’s Journal which appears to have lost the fight with my letterbox. I imagine within the past month, that the delivery person has changed, for until recently, copies came through as newspapers normally do – unscathed! However, each of the last three have declined in appearance, with this latest one resembling a beginners attempt at Origami.

I’ve telephoned three different departments in the News Centre, and was told by the third operator I needed to speak with Mr X (obviously I've not used his name here), but they did not give me a direct dial number, merely attempted a transfer call which lost me down a big black BT hole.
As email options were equally unhelpful for my quest, you have drawn the short straw, as your department’s magic word Havant sprang from my screen, and I’ve been living in that happy place since 1964.

I’ve had several phone calls in the past, from somebody wanting to know whether I’ve received my latest copy of said Journal, but it’s proving far more difficult for me to instigate contact myself. So I’m floating off this email in the hope that you might prove to be my lucky angel! Hehehe! I’m sure all the advertisers who use the Journal, would like to know their ads are legible and uncorrugated when they arrive at their destination.

Regards,
from a slightly crumpled person, otherwise known as Penny.

One Of Napple's Notions

 Indulge me people. Some days are made for waffling, at least in my world.  For the past thirteen weeks over on In Tandem I've been brightening blogland with a selection of original artworks from varying contributors (as well as myself) and several kind hearted folks have used them to spark their imaginations and have produced stories or poems as a result.

But when I'd posted this illustration, it gave me the urge to 'do a Napple' - i.e.waffle about it. I'm still getting to grips with the Bamboo tablet and pen I keep mentioning, and it's great fun to start with a doodle and see where it takes me.

Covering a large area with green-blue swirls, they reminded me of a stormy sky. Then I had a picture in my mind of those stray sunbeams that poke their sunny faces through small holes in cloud formations. But how difficult were they to reproduce?!

No chance of ever getting them to look 'real', so my mind jumped to cartoon-type representation, instead, and ended up introducing an equally fictitious city scape in the foreground.

This is the introspective side of Napple-Jinksy, who can disappear for hours at a time in some kind of limbo land of the mind. She usually emerge once she's  reached a point where the image on the screen says 'Stop!' and I come back to being me in the here and now world.

So how do you decide what to post on your blog? What gives you the push to push the keys? Are you a closet poet or painter who doesn't have enough computer know how to add your own designs to your posts? Are you into 3D crafts, but not digital photography, so your handiwork goes unseen? My curiosity knows no bounds...

It's The Little Things...

That make life special, but they're not always obvious...

I took several photos during the week, meaning to use them for I Saw Sunday, but apart from this one picture, the rest of the post will be about something else entirely.

Some of you may remember my anecdote about Kevin Butler? I was expecting him to arrive Monday afternoon for a Tarot reading. The kitchen table was spread with my green paisley patterned, Indian cotton cloth, the box of cards was at the ready, and the house spic and span, as befits welcoming a stranger for the first time.

He was a 'No show!'. Ho Hum... However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt in case he may have thought I'd meant the following week, and decided to play a waiting game. So I can't say I was truly surprised when  a knock on my front door yesterday announced the arrival of none other than an apologetic Mr B. He'd lost the scrap of paper with my phone number, but had remembered the road name and house number, and had spent a hot afternoon traipsing around the illogical house numbering system of my convoluted 'Square' (which is anything but).

There were no cards read, though in a manner of speaking he laid his on the table (!) as for the next two and a half hours he regaled me with anecdotes of his lifetime's experiences with precognitive dreaming, and other incidences of ESP. All I did was fortify the inner man with two cups of tea, tuna, tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches followed by a banana and a choc ice. But I think he'll be back for a reading another day...

A Fifty Five For Friday

photo thanks to metro.co.uk

Indian summer
arrives this week, with blue skies,
warmth and October.

Nobody complains
after days of cloud and rain
in earlier months.

Nature has played tricks,
kept us guessing every day.
Which clothes do we wear:

bare arms or long sleeves:
jackets or mackintoshes?
Hello umbrella!

The easy answer.
All eventualities
covered, do you see?


Five haiku in 55 words. Thanks again to Mr Knowitall for his flash 55 fixation!

Unexpected Prezzie

I'll let you into a secret. I'm not into the latest all singing, all dancing mobile phones. For years I was content with a tiny Panasonic one - the smallest I could find that was capable of making or receiving calls and texts. And that was fine. 

But eventually the characters on the screen didn't always appear as they should, and were so tiny anyway, that glasses became a necessity for me to read them.

While I was looking for a replacement, No.1 son offered me an old, spare one of his, and as well as giving me a choice of font size, which mine didn't, it had a camera inbuilt. Only a 2 megapixel one, but enough to give me this happy, odd angled photo of small granddaughter, which I discovered when I downloaded shots from it this morning.

The metal bars are the struts of the foldaway tables the girls use,  and I like the way the pink clad arms give more angles in this completely unexpected, un-posed moment in time. The blue fingernails add the finishing touch!