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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MY 2017 FILM FEAST: May-Aug

MY 2017 FILM FEAST: May-Aug

Last year, I made a note of every film we’d watched throughout the year and shared them in a post at the end of December. It seemed to be fairly well received and it also helped us review a year through a different medium.

So I decided to do it again. Except this time, due to the entire year being quite a gargantuan task, I intended to compile a post quarterly. And then we got to April…then the end of April…and I realised I’d missed my fraction window!

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So instead, here’s the second installment of a trilogy – because every good film comes in threes, right?! (Please don’t start giving me examples of when this hasn’t worked – there are far too many!)

I thought, as it was almost October, that I should get on with the summer reviews, when we enjoyed / endured another 16 films – fairly low by our standards, but I’m blaming the late release of Game of Thrones for it!

If you’d like to see what we were watching in the first third of the year, you can check it out HERE.

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Tuesday TWOsday!

Tuesday TWOsday!

It’s true, I’ve turned TWO…
BLOGGING,
An endeavour that saw me…
SLOGGING.
Over keyboard to empty thoughts in my…
HEAD,
Igniting fears of ‘Will this be…
READ?’
Yet my Field of Posts I wrote and you…
CAME,
A small, cheery gathering, my own piece of…
FAME.

Friendships formed over thousands of…
MILES,
Shared stories, images, teardrops and…
SMILES.
Discovering new authors, musicians…
ARTS,
Talented people, creative…
HEARTS.
Some stopped by for a…
MOMENT,
Others still here…
TODAY.
Many I miss, ending sites along the…
WAY.

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To begin my own theme took me a…
WHILE,
It’s random at best, I have my own…
STYLE.
A natural faddist, this you already…
KNOW,
My attention span embarrassingly…
LOW.

So, the fact I have have made it this far…
THROUGH,
Over 200 posts is all down to…
DEREK (I’m kidding, YOU!!)
I can’t thank you enough for entering my…
WORLD,
A love for writing, once again…
UNFURLED.

I hope you’ll continue to enjoy each…
WORD,
As Aloada adventures on to the…
THIRD.
Yes, it’s true, I’ve turned TWO,
IN BLOGGING.
IN BLOGGING, happy ‘blog’day to me!


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Can you survive the Bargain Hunter Horde?

Can you survive the Bargain Hunter Horde?

The simple Car Boot (or if you are in the US, the trunk); an area of your vehicle used for transporting suitcases and groceries, housing spare wheels and dirty kitbags.  And if you’re lacking in seat space whilst trying to drive to that all important party, perhaps a small, willing friend might be found in there too (it has happened…).

However, to many here in Old Blighty, the noun for this humble storage space has been verbed-up into a national institution, with us spending weekends ‘booting’ as ‘booters’ and…um…’bootees’…

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In America, it seems everyone loves a yard sale, a chance to offload some unwanted items and make a few extra bucks from the comfort of your own home, without having to wait for the eBay auction to end.

But us Brits would generally balk at the idea of inviting some random shoppers round to traipse through the prize petunias and churn up the freshly-cut lawn. Besides, one does not want the neighbours to see what type of tat we’ve had stashed in the attic!

So instead, we fill our car boots with precision that would make even a world-champion Tetris player envious, and trundle off to a nearby playing field before the sun comes up to do battle with…

The Bargain Hunter Horde!

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Are you brave enough to enter the Alleys? (Part 2)

Are you brave enough to enter the Alleys? (Part 2)

Last week, I told tales of magic, mystery and mayhem that unleashed my poor attempts to solve some riddles!

A collection of urban legends, known locally as the 7 Alleys, was brought to life in a ‘secret’ performance as part of our City of Culture events (You can read about it here).

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But where did these tales originate? And what other spooky tales and folklore delights are associated with my home town? Time to walk back down the Alleys…if you dare!

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