I enjoy attending a writer's group on Monday Evening at which members often read poems, short stories, extracts from novels, anecdotes etc.
Unfortunately, to coin a cliché, there's always 'a fly in the ointment'. The fly at the group is a young woman who never, ever, praises anything anyone has written. She is so critical that I suspect she completely discourages new members who need some positive feedback as well as constructive suggestions. Yesterday, I was so irritated by her tearing someone's work to pieces that I asked: "Is there anything you like about X's short story." The gentleman who runs the group grinned and said: "Good question, Rosemary."
Monday, 31 March 2014
The text from my 8 year-old grandson’s Mother’s Day card. I’m not ashamed to say that it brought tears to my eyes.
How to Make a perfect Mummy
1. First beautifully cut the love into several pieces.
2. Then crush the gentle kindness and mix it all in a bowl.
3. After that mash the cuddles onto a plate until it’s like mashed potatoes.
4. Cut the sympathy into little pieces until they are mini.
5. Now mix all the ingredients together.
6. Finally bake in the oven for 5 minutes.
Decorated with a heart with an arrow through it and framed in decorated yellow card.
All the best,