Tiles #snapHappyBritmums

You have to look how Rollies stripes match with the tiles ...

Hours not to reason why

Hours are not ours to reason why,

I walk the hospital corridors not a sound I hear,

except the shuff shuff shuffle of some feet I fear,

Do I count back the hours ?

or forward to good news,

I think this is a situation I can not muse,

Lights a  flicker ,

A sound pierces my very soul,

Twenty pairs of feet rush to save,

I look around my child is here,

Safe and sound ,

But my fears unleashed,

To the operating theatre,

Dutifully bound ,

Nurse is tight lipped,

No comforting sound,

Reaching the destination,

You look for escape,

Sadly no turning back,

Child assigned to Morpheus,

Not a sight to behold to us,

So we are left with the hours,

When we must not reason why.

Silent Sunday 19/8/2012

Caption Saturday 18/08/2012

Battlelines.. School Shoe shopping

It was a scene of destruction it was Waterloo all over again bodies every where, legs and limbs askew.

Tears and wanting the very best, only what was waiting on the other side mattered. Eyes were focused , but then another set of eyes  started glinting from the corner.

Well the battle lines was drawn , the red wait paint applied, the secret signals sent of silently mouthing the words " That's mine"

Quicker out the the blocks than Usain Bolt but what was this ? A Mo Farrah ( peoples champion coming through ) the troops eagerly willing them one !

So extra energy needed to be  applied knowing there was a reason for a lonely Jaffa cake in my pocket it spurred me on , with Mo at  snapping at the heels. A triumphant arm was stretched out clutching the prize , The customary Usain Bolt pose was taken.

Meanwhile my husband walked up and said "can we just buy the school shoes please" passing me a tissue to wipe of my red lipstick war paint.

School shoe shopping is war I tell you  . WAR.....

Triumphant was I slowly squeaking away in my Crocs ...

Shoe School Shoe shopping is war!