daisy, daisy

Many years ago, when I was a little girl, I had a giant walking doll. Looking on Google images now, I see that she was probably only two foot tall, so perhaps she wasn’t as giant as I remember. Of course, I was a lot smaller then.

I don’t remember whether the doll talked as well as walked, but that wouldn’t have mattered: I’m pretty sure all my dolls and stuffed animals talked to me. I certainly talked to them.
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more of the same

Here in the UK there were elections on Thursday. Quite what elections those were depended on whereabouts in the UK you live, but, in different places, there were elections for local councillors, for Police & Crime Commissioners and for various city Mayors, as well as one by-election for an MP.

Although it was popular in my youth to say, “Don’t vote: the government always gets in,” I was brought up by parents who believed that if you have a vote you should use it.
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who goes there?

The news tells me that “The Beast from the East” is returning to England. So although there has been no snow in this area for a fortnight, I’ve decided to go back to the photographs I took earlier in the year and find something to write about there.

The day after the last snowfall, I went for a walk in the park very early. It may have been foolish, as what little snow we had had, had turned to ice.
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unseen & unseasonal

So, in the last post – in vino veritas – I was whining and whingeing on about the neverending nothingness and nonoccurrences of the coronavirus lockdown and bemoaning my own lack of life and liberty (never mind the chance to pursue any happiness).

Then I ended up finding a bright sunrise at the bottom of a wineglass. And that got me thinking…
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winter webs

Some people hate their neighbours. Others are best friends with them. Others simply tolerate them. Personally, I wouldn’t recognise mine even if they came and knocked at the door. We simply don’t coincide and I know nothing about them.

Actually, I found out something about them this last week that was rather reassuring.
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