for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 6 March 2021, purple. A childhood memory.
for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 27 February 2021, magnificent. Also, I saw that there was a challenge over on MindloveMisery’s Menagerie to come up with a limerick on any subject, so I guess this fits that, too.
A magnificent merchant from Fife,
Has gone and run off with my wife,
But we’ll see, in divorce court,
I’ll make sure she gets nought,
But that poor sod’s gonna get life!
for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 20 February 2021, divorce.
I thought about writing a silly limerick, as this is such a good prompt word, but thought I’d try some prose instead.
I’ve never really known divorce. I have friends who are divorced, I have a cousin who is divorced, but I’ve never really seen it close-up. But I thought that, today, I’d post about it, particularly from my parents’ perspective. My parents both died in 2012, but were probably no older than many of you. He was born 1941, she 1944, and under different circumstances, they might still be here. In fact, I still enjoy speaking to my mum’s elder sister to this day.
Divorce was not a word in my parents’ vocabulary. My mum used to moan incessantly at my dad, anout my dad, she would even spend hours alone in a room, shouting (loudly) about my dad. But they stayed together.
After I left home, I presume it continued. From two hundred miles away, she would spend an hour on the phone, complaining about my dad. I used to say, if it was that bad, she should think about getting a divorce (after all, I was no longer a dependent). But she wouldn’t hear of it.
I listened to all of these complaints because I thought that she had nobody else to offload on. A few years later, I was staying with her. Somebody phoned and she spent ages offloading to them – and I realised that, far from being the only person available, my mum would offload on anyone who was prepared to listen.
It was an interesting lesson in people – while I took on board that my mum had a problem, and took the next step of trying to think of a fix, my mum simply wanted to broadcast to people that there was a problem. I’ve found in life that some people can be like that – and I find that their willingness to look for a “fix” governs my own interest in their problem.
But throughout this time, she would not countenance divorce. In fact when I look back at when she seemed happiest, it was when my dad moved into a care home. She was still a “respectable, married woman”, but my dad was not around to bug her.
So, I think she liked the idea of being married (certainly over being divorced) but on the subject of my dad in particular, she might have been more equivocal!
for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 13 February 2021, plastic.
Hmmm… so the prompt word is plastic, and the response can be flexible. I can think of only one thing. Any UK readers remember this?
For non-UK readers, Access was the forerunner to Mastercard in the UK, in the days before globalisation. Same thing, different branding. I guess the relationship is similar to Marathon and Snickers, or Opal Fruits and Starburst, if you ever heard of those. See how I always somehow get back to food?
Just for a bit of fun, why not post below any “old” product names below, that have since become globalised? I remember Milky Bars used to be made by Nestles, presumably because it was thought that Brits couldn’t cope with letters with accents, but what about you?
for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 6 February 2021, green.
Well, not too far away, at any rate. A few villages away from us, this is a photo taken in the Wiltshire village of Downton. From a meadow which was made accessible to the public (a couple of benches, a couple of mowed pathways) to mark the millenium celebrations, and is therefore known as the Millenium Green.
I bet it is a mudbath at present!
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