The Christmas Mouse poem

There once was a white mouse called Poppit whose owners were going away

They called us and said could they drop it, for Christmas, two nights and one day.

I said that we’d have him with pleasure and find him a home in the shed

Such a cute little pet I would treasure with his cage and his wheel and his bed.

We moved all the pots for the flowers and cleared all the tools from the shelves

Then left, to be ready for Santa, his reindeer, his presents, his elves.

Next morning I ran down the garden to see if dear Poppit was fine.

I’d left all my parcels unopened for, of course, I had plenty of time.

I looked at the cage in the corner but couldn’t see Poppit inside

Perhaps he had gone somewhere warmer under his bedding, to hide?

But, alas, he had fled, we had lost him. There was just not one sign of a mouse

He’s escaped, you might think we had crossed him. We should have kept him in the house.

So the day that was Christmas we started to empty our old garden shed.

The contents on wheelbarrow carted, just hoping the mouse wasn’t dead.

And when, with the day nearly over and the junk on display on the grass-

When we’d given up hope for the rover – He was out in the open at last!

That holiday won’t be forgotten. The mouse was returned to his home

And a day that could have been rotten – inspiration for this Christmas poem.

 

 

 

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Short story writing.

What fun this is! So many opportunities to enter competitions and write stories.

I don’t like the competitions where they leave the writer to choose the subject but I have found two this week that give you one line, the first an ending and the second a beginning.

I’d like to put one on my new website http://www.juliecround.co.uk but can’t until the competitions are over. Until then I’ll have to go back to being a housewife. We bought all the ingredients for a Christmas pudding today so that’s next weekend’s task! Anyone want my recipe?

Story homework

Just typed out a story for Worthy Words, our local writing group. Suffering with a painful jaw as have had a tooth out this morning. I don’t expect any sympathy as the rest of the family are on facebook and I’m staying here. I think I need to take the advice I got on twitter and send details of my website and books to my email list. Perhaps I’ll wait until Christmas as I usually do one of those dreaded round robins.

My first sale of “A Lesson for the Teacher” has been made on Amazon. If people look at my juliecround websites they will find the rest ( mostly cheap, second hand)

Next task, looking out familiar poems for reading at a care home. They won’t know mine but I have a few short or funny ones that should amuse them,especially from “Green Fingers” by Richard Arkell  1934.

Old stories

What do you do with your old stories? I don’t mean ones you have read; I mean ones you wrote years ago and kept copies. I write so much I have bags and boxes full of stories, most of which have been rejected by various magazines. I have a file of poems, many of them only relevant at the time they were written but, somewhere, I have an unfinished novel and short stories galore.

I have magazines I dare not throw away as they have a story or an article I have had published and very little space to add to the collection. Luckily, all copies of the poetry book we wrote as a group have been sold or given away but I am drowning in paper, with no filing system, just shelves and cupboards.

Do you keep the manuscripts of your books after they have been printed? If  I could destroy them I would have more space.It’s no fun being a hoarder.

Back Home

After a great weekend away I came home to find I couldn’t get onto the internet. Today I asked hubby to reboot his router and WOW I’m back on! Now we know what to do if it happens again.

We were in a hotel in Chatham with other retirees and had some really nice meals until the Sunday night when I chose Eton Mess. Last time I had this it contained meringue – but this version was Summer Fruits and a creamy topping. Not a sniff of meringue! I didn’t mind that it wasn’t just strawberries but NO MERINGUE! I called it Chatham Mess and complained to one of the staff but I don’t know if it got any further.

Driving round Walderslade trying to find the way with or without a sat nav proved a challenge for many of us. Next time we’ll head for Asda’s and hope for the best.

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