Coincidence? #Blog #Blogging

I had the opportunity
To meet some people from the “city”
And got to mix football with business
So was invited back to theirs in Chelsea!

King’s Day #blog #blogging

Kingsley holds more than you think!

Crucial intervention #blog #blogging

A conversation I had by inspiration, told me that people would not just stay home, refusing to leave the house or do anything, because they feared for their life, or of being killed or being involved in an accident. They still made appointments, with no idea whether they would live the next day. I was encouraged to make plans, prepare for good things and take steps towards those goals. The best part, I see now, is the power of writing things down.

Small steps… #blog #blogging

  What most people might take for granted, choosing to upgrade a phone at the end of a contract, turned out to be an uphill task for me, punctuated with so many emotions.  I used to get told what make of phone to sign up for. Now, I had the choice…the freedom, to pick and…

Our Cllr Dorothy #blog #blogging #food

Tomatoes would grow
But not all in a row
Groundnuts did abound
They were also around
I even found yam
As you would on a farm
Green beans in pods
One purple, among the lot!
Strawberries so red
Were growing in the bed
Pears were ripe and sweet
To pick up with ease
I later climbed the black cherry tree
To D’s words of caution and grin
I found rosemary and spinach
Seeding in the low ditch.

Does God laugh? #blog

Have you wondered like me if God has a sense of humour? Well He made you and me right? In His image? Likeness and we have His nature – in Jesus. So yes possibly, He does.
Imagine how much pleasure we get from a good joke or laugh and it’s scientific benefits. We release endorphins from laughing and they make us feel good.

Understanding #blog

This feels a little rushed… I don’t think I have been this aware of how powerful gratitude is! There are so many different ways God has shown His deep, unfailing love and sense of humour in my life and friends’. (Hope punctuation is good). Well I had the amazing opportunity to chat to another believer…

Psalm 139 #blog

Daddy take a long, deep and hard look at my life, do a thorough review. I am easy to read, what you see is what you get, even on social media, you know my true intentions.

Looking for a p! #blog

Looking for a p! #blog

When a woman’s role is misplaced, a man’s is displaced and replaced!

Why in the world is a woman looking for a penis? (The latter will be referred to as ‘the p’)

A very strange request. I think but maybe not so strange in a world of increasingly domineering women and feminist enthusiasts.

I am not sure I even know what that word means.

What is wrong with men and women accepting that we are physically, emotionally and somewhat intellectually uniquely designed, each one? (I accept there are physical ‘hermaphrodites’ – inter sex individuals)

Has the women empowerment movement gone mad?

Do we need men empowerment now too? We all need to be empowered. Yes. We need to recognise that we have power. Choice. Purpose. Passion. And can do ‘great things’ to change the world but power in the wrong hands leads to chaos.

So back to my question. Why does a woman need the p? Because Maybe she has accepted that the role a p carrier is no longer useful, beneficial, value adding or essential. When God said ‘it’s not good for a man to be alone, I will make him a helper meet for him’ I think He had a plan. Why do we constantly fight against that plan so natural, so evident, so real?

A quick shopping glance for the p’s Online (for a relative) revealed a whole range of sizes, shapes, texture, calibre, accessories and more. I was given some measurements to follow at 2 and a half by 6 inches whatever that means. Now imagine my confusion when medical knowledge and experience displays a wide opening for a baby to be born. (You know what I mean by opening, right – vagina =v).

Finding the right size

Ma’am my friend asks, “do we have measurements for the v?”

A crucial question when you understand the background of the request. Anyway I was charged with finding a p for a relative because a previous purchase proved too large and caused bruising.

Why?

It didn’t fit. It was too big so we had to find the right fitting p.

And my response was, why not do it the natural way and find a man? The response men were going to take control and take advantage of her.

What does that even mean?

A friend’s response to that was, “why does she not sign a contract with a man for just that?” And the reply, the last time that offer was on the plate, the man said “I will sign but you will also buy me a house for my wife and Kids!”

Are things this bad?

What has material wealth or possessions got to do with sex? Apparently almost everything in today’s world. Forgive me for being so naive as First Lady always says to me.

I brought the problem to a team of women friends. Laughter and disbelief and Maybe scorn greeted my utterance.

We still had a job to do.
So we had to find the right p with exact fitting and measurements. Aside from laughter, we decided that it was probably best to browse online, rather than visit a sex shop.

How would I explain to anyone who mattered what I was doing with those gadgets if I run into someone who knew me? I was reluctant to pursue that angle so one of my friends had to go it alone.

Armed with her hubby who was so embarrassed he stopped halfway down the track to the shop, and with children going off for ice cream she marched into the shop with a certain air of ‘I don’t care what people think’ in her walk.

“ I’m looking for a p!” she informed the sales lady who confused, asked “a p?” and looks to her manager for support in a quizzical way. “Do you mean a …”. Sorry can’t remember what it’s called. So my friend says “yes.”

Now there was laughter and more of the disbelieving type when she proceeds to explain , “no it’s not for me, it’s for a friend’s…” She was interrupted by a laughing bunch of sales people as other shoppers joined in to come to the rescue to explain what she was looking for and how to use it.

It only takes a moment #blog

I think it’s clear to me.
That solitude calls the more
To help me walk closely to you
So that I remain in tune
With your heartbeat
So I don’t miss a thing.

What’s your story? #blog

Why?

So I tried another exciting idea. I would go to a service till to get cash out instead of an online transaction.

The error message in red was so embarrassing that I felt not only for myself but nearby potential onlookers… it asked me to contact card issuer. Normally, surely that usually meant there were insufficient funds? Not so thus time, I assure you because the online screen proved otherwise.