Sunday Roast

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 15 December 2020, auspicious.

An intrepid explorer got caught,
Ended up in a cannibal’s pot,
This man, once auspicious,
Turned out quite delicious,
Though was better enjoyed piping hot.

A Whale of a Time

Another friend, big like balloon,
Went swimming and ended harpooned,
He writhed and was bloated,
But easily floated,
And we bury him this afternoon.

There’s some more of this family nonsense here:

Blogging Insights (wb 14 December 2020)

I haven’t answered one of these for a few weeks, but I had some unexpected free time come up, so decided to participate. Tanya over at Salted Caramel asks an interesting question this week in her Blogging Insights series, and I wanted to respond, especially because none of the responses I read so far puts things quite like this:

Is your blogging personality the same as your real life personality? If not, how is the blogging you different from the real you, and why?

Remember that legal expression: the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth?

Well, in this blog, you certainly get the truth. My truth, anyway. Yours is probably different.

Nothing but the truth? No, there’s a lot of nonsense thrown in. Hopefully, it’s obvious which is which. That’s deliberate, because I think life is a bit more bearable if we can see the funny side of it, so I hope to promote that.

And, the whole truth? Nah. you guys only see a small part, the stuff that I want you to see.

You didn’t see that it took me half an hour Sunday to put the cover back on my duvet, after I washed it. That this is a single duvet, because I can’t manage anything larger, period.

You didn’t see me try to tidy up the patio Sundayafternoon in preparation for a firewood delivery today – but had to give up because it was too difficult. Brushing.

You didn’t see that I had to hunt high and low for somebody who will not only supply the wood (there are plenty of them) but who will also stack it for me afterwards, because to do so myself, last time, took 4 days.

So, admit it, aren’t you glad I keep that shit out of the blog? Because nobody likes a whiner.

I swear, if ever we met in real life, you’d walk straight past me.