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A CAUTIONARY TALE – SALTY NOT SWEET

Written by amanda on 21st September 2015. Posted in Rhyme without reason. No Comments on A CAUTIONARY TALE – SALTY NOT SWEET

This is the tale, the most terrible tale, Of some salt and the sea and one Suzie McVale; Now Suzie was pretty and popular, too; A sweet little girl, always happy and who Loved to sing in the morning and dance before bed, Till her poor mother died and her father re-wed; Now, Stepmother Stephanie hated to cook, And refused to consult any recipe book, So Suzie survived on convenience food, Which paled her complexion and blackened her mood; Crisps in the morning and bacon for lunch, Fried eggs for...

The Stairly Bears (by Amanda Hyatt)

Written by amanda on 23rd March 2013. Posted in That's write!. No Comments on The Stairly Bears (by Amanda Hyatt)

THE STAIRLY BEARS In every multi-storeyed home Across the globe, Beware! Under the stairs there surely lives A family of bears. ‘Cause bears live under the stairs, you know, Yes, under the stairs are bears, Behind the umbrella, beside the broom, They rummaged around and made some room, Yes, under the stairs are bears. And Aunty Fi, she laughs at me, And says ‘What nonsense! Bears, indeed!’ And Uncle Stu, he hasn’t a clue, But I don’t care, I know it’s true That under the stairs are bears. And...

Small stone 31-1-2012

Written by amanda on 31st January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 31-1-2012

From Grrrrr to Brrrrr – seeing Red to seeing White – hot temper to brain freeze … outdoors, indoors, outside my body, inside my head. Such a thin, thin line between extremes. Poles apart … yet the ground can be covered in less than ten minutes!

Small stone 30-1-2012

Written by amanda on 30th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 30-1-2012

Reading aloud an excerpt from your autobiography. That sudden and unmistakable look of surprise on your face is a dead giveaway that you didn’t write it!

Small stone 29-1-2012

Written by amanda on 30th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 29-1-2012

Quietly proud. Training on the beach with a group of wonderful people who three months ago wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the session. Secretly thinking ‘A little bit of that is down to me!’ It feels good to make a difference.

Small stone 28-1-2012

Written by amanda on 30th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 28-1-2012

That moment when you realise you are listening to Rolf Harris on your iphone and you hope to God nobody stops to ask what music you’re listening to that’s making you laugh while you’re running!

Small stone 27-1-2012

Written by amanda on 27th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 27-1-2012

I pull myself up short; stop the words ‘You might as well not be wearing a skirt for all the good that piece of thread is doing!’ from tumbling out of my mouth. Mantra for the day: I will not turn into my mother I will not turn into my mother I will not turn int……

Small stone 26-1-2012

Written by amanda on 27th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 26-1-2012

Smart trousers, polished shoes, long-sleeved pressed shirt, no tie … regular clothes tipping my world into a different era … worn by my baby boy heading for his first university interview! Magic.

Small stone 25-1-2012

Written by amanda on 25th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 25-1-2012

Sounds of Grieg gently probe each nook and corner of the room, surprised occasionally by the intermittent percussive snoring of the Golden, stretched out and dreaming; ever-so-light rhythmic clunking noises emanate from upstairs, evidence of a boy’s piano practice, headphones on; no pings or crashes, thumps or yells, not even a voice … Home … in the middle of a deep sigh.

Small stone 24-1-2012

Written by amanda on 24th January 2012. Posted in River of Stones. No Comments on Small stone 24-1-2012

‘Snow’ sounds cold and somewhat negative, don’t you think? Shnee (shne-eh) sounds a lot more fun. There’s something about that word that always makes me smile – maybe because it sounds like Snow plus a couple of G&Ts.