When the Curvy Lady Belts Out a Tune…

When the Curvy Lady Belts Out a Tune…

It’s over.

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Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

You see, I’m in a quandary, in regards to Aloada Bobbins. I think it may be time to throw in the metaphorical towel but I know that I’ll regret it if I do. However, it’s quite clear to anyway who pays half an ounce of attention to my little site that the posts have dwindled dramatically over recent months.

Bother it and blast. What to do?

I’ve already apologised for the lack of posts, in particular my story installments of Lacunae, and I don’t want to keep making excuses. The boring, sad fact is I’m a) exhausted from work, b) not doing much of any interest (see part ‘a’) and c) feel I’ve lost the desire to write. I’m hardly even updating my social media and that was always a HUGE part of my daily routine.

So I think I’m going to make like a volcano and leave. No, wrong saying. Make like a tree and lie dormant…

You get the idea.

I’ve always likened myself to a volcano, but usually in reference to my temperament – explosive, over fairly quickly. But as I’ve got older, I guess I’m more sleeping dragon, with the emphasis on sleeping.

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Yes please, lots of sleeping…

I don’t want to say I’m gone from the blogosphere for good. In fact, after I’ve posted this, there could be a good chance of me having a lightbulb moment and an intense need to share my inner most thoughts on piles of ironing.

Which is better than actually ironing. Just.

I WILL finish Lacunae, if only for my own satisfaction. But when is another matter. Sue might have something to say if I put it on the back burner too long!

Maybe I just need a break. I sincerely hope the blogging fad hasn’t passed altogether. But just in case it has, I want to thank each and every one of you who has followed, commented on and liked my posts. Those who have made me laugh, cry and befriended me from afar. Those who have been here from the first post or just since last week.

Because it’s always nice to say thanks, whatever the reason.

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You have made this journey worthwhile, given me confidence back and an incentive to try new things. And despite me possibly signing off from my small area of the internet, I still want to be part of yours. So I shall read and drop by and say hello as often as I can.

So, yeah…

I hate goodbyes. I’m rubbish at them. So I’ll just wave at my screen and say I’ll hopefully see you soon with something more upbeat and interesting. But if you’re not here when I return, I’ll understand.

Perhaps melancholy and apathy are fads too…

I’ll quit moaning now 😉

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Ciao! xx


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(I mean, I’m not sure why you’d want to when Ive just said I’m hardly updating my social media profiles. But there’s a chance I will return to former tweet-worthy glory, so ya know, if you want to…)

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Wednesday Words Day

Wednesday Words Day

Trees,
A sign to control.
The flag, it hangs,
Limp in the breeze.
A ladder.
A journey.
Sails on the horizon,
Still now,
Broken.
Looking down on a city,
In smog and slumber,
A view blinded,
By beams of sunrise,
Flashing between,
Trees.

[CooL GuY] {{a2zRG}}

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Lacunae: Chapter 8

Lacunae: Chapter 8

Goodness me! I’m sure that when I posted Chapter 7 over a month ago, I apologised for there being such a long gap. So it seems a little lame to apologise for an even longer period without another installment.

Maybe I should recap? Can you remember what happened to Cooper last? It’s been quite an eventful couple of days for him, what with natural disasters, parental conflict and tales of fire demons on the loose.

However, we left him in the rather pleasing position of dunking biscuits whilst listening to some fanciful gossip from his friend’s mother. I obviously don’t want to spoil anything further, especially if you’ve not been with us from the beginning (which you can return to by reading Lacunae: Chapter 1 HERE by the way!)

Onwards to Chapter 8!


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EIGHT

The cobweb twizzled in an air current blowing through the half-open door. Cooper lay staring up at the dusty dancer, doing his best to block out the incessant babbling from Trent, who was spouting crackpot theories as he practiced fighting skills on his Xbox.

It had taken a lot of self-control not to laugh in Mrs. Arnold’s face earlier, something Cooper achieved by giving no comment. But despite not wanting to appear rude, he wished he had told her just how ridiculous her tale of doom sounded because she seemed to think his silence was a sign of shocked acceptance, and continued to exercise her imagination to new levels. It made Iris’ rantings look normal.

And now her son was carrying on with the crazy lecture. Fuelled by a trail of anecdotal ‘evidence’ he had unearthed from a Google search for ‘fire demons in volcanoes’, Trent believed Ludlow Province was about to be besieged by an ancient, deadly deity that resided beneath the mountain, allegedly only surfacing to hunt when Neptune was closest to the Sun. Or something like that.

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Wednesday Lensday: Living with Worms

Wednesday Lensday: Living with Worms

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me. I think I’m gonna eat worms…

Lyrics from a song I enjoyed singing as a child, especially the part when you make the slurping noise and suck their juices out!

Of course, I wouldn’t really want to eat worms but you’d be forgiven for thinking the opposite if you were to look in my fridge. You see, for those of you who don’t follow me on Instagram, this is my reality now: housing worms next to the mayonnaise, chasing locusts and telling people that cockroaches aren’t really that bad.

Why? Because I am now the Mother of Dragon. A bearded one!

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Heavens Above!

Heavens Above!

In few hours time, darkness will fall across the United States, plunging many into panic and others into exultant displays of worship.

Of course, there are those that would argue this happened back in January and the Apocalyptic parasites have been slowly devouring the land ever since. Yet, I refer not to the mere mortals that consider themselves gods, but to the true celestial powerhouse; the Sun!

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