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I don't suffer from randomness… I, obviously, quite enjoy it!!

Snow – Cinquain



Fluffy, flakey

Falling, floating, freezing

Forming a white blanket



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Well did you watch the Opening Ceremony for the Paralympics?

Were you one of the One Billion people who tuned in?

I was and I have to say that I was blown away again. I think there’ll be  tears from me once more.  The athletes are tremendous as they have had to train so hard to get where they are. I’m not sure I could be as strong. The sheer determination is obvious to all. 

I particularly love this story from The Sun.

A WOMAN who lost her legs in the 7/7 terror attacks last night spoke of her joy at being picked to represent Britain in the 2012 Paralympics.

And Martine Wright revealed that by a cruel twist of fate she was only on a Tube train that was blown up because she had spent the previous night celebrating London winning its Olympic bid.

In a moving interview Martine, 39, who will be part of Team GB’s sitting volleyball team, told The Sun: “I feel like I am meant to do this.

“If you had told me six years ago, when I was struggling to even sit up in bed, that one day I would be an elite sportswoman about to represent my country at the biggest sporting event on Earth — I would have thought you were off your rocker.”

Martine was on a Circle Line Tube train when fanatic Shehzad Tanweer detonated his bomb just outside Aldgate Station on July 7, 2005.

The fact that she thinks of this as her ‘fate’ just amazes me. She’s managed to turn a negative into a positive. Something she had to do, I guess. I’m not sure I could’ve. 

If I ever feel sorry for myself because I’m in pain I will think of Martine and give myself a good telling off.

I wish Good Luck to all concerned.

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Britain’s Got Talent…I think

I love this time of the year because it’s when one of my favourite shows is aired on TV.

I have watched this show since it first started in the UK in June 2007, when Paul Potts became the first winner, and I am almost addicted to the whole idea. So much so that I wrote out my predictions of who the final three would be and popped them in an envelope, ( just like Ant and Dec have done,  although my envelope is white and theirs is gold), to be opened on Saturday night during the final. I know. How sad am I! The problem with me doing that so early is, I won’t know if my final three will reach the final anyway. Having said that I am confident they will get there.

I love watching the auditions, mainly because Britain sure has a multitude of ‘odd’ people out there. I guess it kind of makes me feel normal. Ahem! Where do they think up their ideas? I mean, how many friends do you have that would line up in front of you, take their shirts off and let you throw plungers at their backs hoping they would stick? Also, would you volunteer to be a magician’s assistant, if he locked you in the stocks whilst on your knees and, after the judges showed their disapproval by buzzing, the magician walks off and leaves you, locked up? I wouldn’t be that silly. What about those embarrassing, pushy parents who get their daughters/sons on to the stage, (one such mum went on with her daughter and it didn’t go down too well with the judges or the audience) and they obviously don’t want to be there but go anyway because their parent says, ‘you’ll be fine, just keep singing.’? I know what my children would’ve told me to do. Then there are the poets.  People that go on and quote poetry as a form of entertainment is fine in itself  but it’s not what I would choose to watch if I’m honest. I love poetry but there’s a time and place for it. Nevertheless there have been a few such acts where dancing around behind the orator has been quite funny in it’s own way.

He left her in the stocks!!

I don’t care what anyone says, I love the fact that normal people can go on stage and do these things whether they make themselves look ridiculous or not. At least they had the nerve to do it. Out of every audition comes a winner. Some act who leaves you feeling emotional because their voice was spectacular or excited because they were unique, fantastic dancers, hilarious comedians, magicians or just unexplainable. I have my favourites and I hope they get into the final but whatever happens, if I don’t enter myself next year, I’ll  certainly be watching BGT.

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