….. a prickly little character …..

InaniMATE

We all have those times when seemingly inanimate objects come to life and get in the way. Usually, when we are in a rush. Although I am aware that I could cure most delays or frustrations by just slowing down, I like to give these objects that human persona and blame them. (Those little bug….rs!!!!)

One, in particular, seems to sneak up and grab me every time I use the lawnmower to cut the edges. I’m not sure if he or she is being vengeful, trying to intimidate the gardener or is lonely and trying to be intimate.

Either way I have given it the well deserved name of  ‘Inani-mate’. Although she/he doesn’t talk very much, I am reminded regularly and painfully that there is a mate, always there, reaching out to me.

:-) I hope you enjoy these pictures of the very friendly Inani…. :-)

Inani.. dressed.

Inani.. undressed!

2012
04/13
CATEGORY
The Odd Thought
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De Fing dat woz Flung

De Fing dat woz Flung

De fing dat was flung, bewonged t me mum,
She woz berry berry sad!

When dad got home, e tanned me bum,
He woz berry angwy n mad.

Had tears in m ayes, i sed sowy t mum,
Dint mean t be norty or bad.

Afta a kiss on the cheek, n a bery big hug,
we all dwove off t see gwany.

Wid angwy faces and me num-bum, soon all forgot,
Gwan told us a storwy bout dad.

De fing dat was flung bewonged t me gwany,
Boy was gwandad mad!

Dad went wed, n pwetended t hit gwany,
n a good larf in d end, we all had.

Alan Friday

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2011
11/05
CATEGORY
My Poetry
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