Rachel from accounts

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Do you vote in political elections?

I do vote, yes, but like many of the British  public we were mortified how quickly it went pear-shaped.

So, our would-be PM was at the top of his game at the CPS. Trustworthy, solid, believable, eh? Wrong! Day one, after being elected, he hands the reins to his Chancellor. She goes on to completely decimate the landscape so many levels.

Stabbed in the back? You bet. Shocked and dismayed, oh yes.

I have a healthy interest in national and international politics..but we are being governed by imbeciles. Where are the grown-ups?

Whom not What

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What gives you direction in life?

This old boy in the picture, Patch, gives me direction in life. Simple as. When we get up and when we go out. He chooses where we go and for how long. He decides when we chill. Do I mind my four –legged friend leading the way, every day, like this? Nah. Not a bit. I would be lost without him.

Thanks Mom💜

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Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

Some of you guys kind enough to read my blog occasionally, to like/acknowledge and especially to take the time to comment is awesome. Thank you. You may recall me adding quotes often – Seems to me there are a lot of wise folk out there, with interesting and valid things to pass on to us.

But I’m not sure where to start this morning putting them here on the page, to share with you…. Oh yes I do!

The last words my mom said to me were ‘ Count your blessings, Love’

Love Cornwall.

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What is your favourite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

I’ve written about spending time down in Cornwall with some friends, more than once WP. We stay in a Shepherds Hut on their land and have a blissful few days. Patch loves the beach, swimming, he has a blast. Seeing  him ao happy certainly makes me happy.

This DP will come around again this time next year. Hopefully, I’ll be feeling more creative.

Even the word makes me shudder

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Have you ever been camping?

As much as I love nature and being outdoors, camping doesn’t sit right with me. Four Season Hotels–worldwide? Now you’re talking.

Many moons ago, I was patrol leader of the Robins at Girl Guides, in Birmingham,  UK. I even got my red camping lanyard, but it didn’t feel great. Just one of those things you did as a kid without question.

Now? Not a chance… Unless..   I think it through. Decide when and where and focus on it being a natural world/wildlife spotting/bonding experience.

It’s not something I could even consider whilst I share a life with Patch… it wouldn’t work on so many levels. Love him

These are a few of my favourite things

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When do you feel most productive?

Without one shadow of a doubt, first thing is when I feel most productive and alive. Before all, the noise and interference begin.

Quiet, calm, cool, peaceful. The empty, clean first page of the day..with a soothing audio of birdsong, maybe a light breeze, swishing through the trees. A pair of red kites, a bright-eyed and agile hare, and when I am really lucky, the barn owl doing its final sweep. Bliss.

Shhhh

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What topics do you like to discuss? I have given this space today to Langston Hughes

Silence

I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak

I do not need
To hear a word.

In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard.

By Langston Hughes (1901~1967)

Christina Rossetti. What a star 💫

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When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

DP@WP ‘ You can not be serious?!’ John McEnro, Wimbledon, UK. 1981

Really? Didn’t we have a risk question yesterday?

Allow me to give this space to the amazing Christina Rossetti..  .

A Daughter of Eve

A  fool was I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It’s winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:—
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

By Christina Rossetti ( 1830~1894)