Elsie is exasperated with her worriment and woeing.. the poor soul does not know which way she is coming or going..Alas she can’t control her restlessness this is the way Elsie Morgan is.. her mind is always ******* in knots from her forever in a tizz

So you will see this poor fragile old woman standing by her windowsill stood staring from inside her livingroom looking so ill..waiting for her family whenever they will call..Elsie is constantly thinking one of them will have an accident or a disasterous fall..All the while she picks her fingers and has each single one red raw.. if only she could stop this nervousness coz her fingers are sore

Oh poor old Elsie Morgan has always lived on her wits..forever imagining the worst in life she has worn her mind to bits.. So much so that she has suffered a second stroke.. but this was inevitable with her fretting over folk..Each and every minute and second of the day you can see her frightened face staring out in dismay..with such a look of anxiety..ashen and grey

Last night I dreamed the craziest dream that there could ever be
..I rode upon an Octopus
and you were there with me

It’s tenticles took care of us..
It wouldnt let us fall
..As it ducked n dived and surfed the waves we played with a beach ball

We watched a mermaid  ride on a shark ..her hair was silvery blue..
She said hello and blew a kiss..
I was so surprised at you

You told her she would marry you..
you give her a golden ring..
I thought that you had went off your head..you were silly little thing

Oh my Oh my how we did fly upon an albatross tail..we leapt off with a parachute and landed on a whale

Well Mr Whale he opened his mouth and I thought we were gonna die..
but I heard you say “Its time to go”..
as I opened up my eye :)

Misty the cat curls upon the furry mat listening to pitter patter on the windowpane..but this lazy lump doesn’t like getting wet so she tucks her tail in and snuggles up again

But Misty the cat needs a widdle and she cannot hold it in anymore..so she gets up reluctantly yet has left it too late and dribbles all over the flloor.. Well when her mistress arouses from her catnap she notices the puddle by her chair..and strangely enough no Misty can be found though that smell of cat’s wee is in the air..

“MISTY” her mistress yells and bawls.. as she turns an awful shade of red.. huh Misty hears her bad tempered tone as she is crouched down under the bed.. Of course the little lady cleans up the mess and makes herself a nice cup of tea.. while Misty the cat falls fast asleep under her mistresses bed happily..

Everyone enjoys a good old sob story just as everybody loves a wild romance.. yet we all yearn for that final happy ending and not dare to leave it’s destiny to chance..nobody knows the finale until they have read the entire book..yet if a reader finds the story boring they may never even care to take a look

Alas not everything in this life is plain sailing.. so those happy endings may not always be the case.. but a novelist can pick and choose how the story ends and whatever happens on her writing space..so with a touch of cheerfulness and a dash of fear..she wanders in and out of her reader’s mind..and her narration may not always be crystal clear though her trails of thought are forever there to find

If we could step inside our shadow
Hide until the morning light
We could run away from reality
Making everything alright

Darkness need not fear us
Our anxieties would disappear
We would be hidden from any danger
Our silhoutte would be unclear

A humongous opaque human
Stood fearless against a wall
The stalker would be the scaredy cat
We could make ourselves so tall

Night-time wouldn’t worry us again
Our imagination could have a rest
No longer panicking in pain
A safe haven in our inner-self vest

The uncertainties of the not knowing
Is there someone following me?
If only I had a protective screen
I’d be a night owl walking free

But I do not feel safe when it is dark
Panic attacks haunt my mind
Even an innocent walking dog bark
Is a monsterous pursuer I find

Somethings stuffin’ it’s self in my garden shed and it’s makin’ an awful mess as it is being fed..one would think an elephant was in my hut..and a drunk one at that staggering half cut!!

I bet it is a mouse with it’s family and  a spouse unravelling everything whilst searching out louse..but the tiny blighter must be as bold as brass coz he’s pooped everywhere from him filthy *** 🙂 ****** Moses what a state he has made of my nice clean shelves.. can the little ******’s not cleanup after themselves..

But I won’t set a trap so he should think himself lucky..I wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t as mucky..one would think he had been wearing mahoosive muddy wellies.. there is dirt on all my garden chairs.. filthy and smelly..so if he is living in my crib then he had better beware.. I have deadly mousetraps hanging over there ;)

Mine eyes have seen the beauty in the bright blue sky and marvelled at our feathered friends as they flew by..an awesome daily dazzling sight seeing such brilliant birds on the wing in flight

I have listened to the wind whistling it’s tune as I stood star gazing by the light of the moon..collections of clandestine constellations giving me  fantastic fascinations..millions of magnificent sparking lights shining like little diamonds.. twinkling brights..Wow isn’t our Mother nature so unique as she meddles amidst the magical and mystique..