What You Don't See Is

What you don't see is.

The struggle you don't see the struggle I've had on a daily basis and don't even get me started on those who say I'm victim playing . If I am very much mistaken this is my depression not yours and you're required to either help or not there's no in between so unhelpful commenting or griping is very not ever needed for us who suffer.

There is light.

But there is a sense of underwealming  loss can you Imagine it having a love of books as I do, see that's something that you didn't know about me. I can only liken it to Michangelo putting down his paint brushes for several years and only drawing stick men , really doesn't make sense when you have an inate ability. To have an ability lost is soul destroying , you see people hear people discussing books and you can't join it ~ you're excluded.

The books just gather dust on the shelves , the words are still there but they're trapped in a prison of paper. Hope is there hold on to the words that talk , the just need for you to open the book, the book that has been gathering just upon the shelf , it should have been read it could of been read. Time is both a trap and a treasure and you've just got to discover that for yourself , time this moment is a treasure. 

The dust is blown off and we are off on an adventure , will I handle it ?

We'll just have to see.

Saturday Is Caption Day

Can you caption this ? I found this fellow upon a country walk yesterday , I've a feeling he's a long long way from home . I think he will be needed in around 6 months time ho ho ho ...

Sultry Summer Skies

Betwxit the earth the heaven and the  sultry summer skies , the housemartins swirl and swoop this heady summer days, a burning and a yearning spell is cast over me that I must get out and let the magic of the countryside tip over me. I couldn't stop a bit longer letting the time run through my fingers like water. When all the world is bit a hullabaloo throw open the door and just walk it through !

That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets  and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.

The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,


"Hello Good Morning "


A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?


Just a little wander today ... you see


I have to get back for my cup of tea.

Ninjakillercat Blog Will Be No More

Ninjakillercat as you see it will be no more , it will be gone , out of existence as you know it now. I know you are saddened by this . I am sorry that you are crying onto your cup of tea as you read this, it has been a wonderful journey with you all but times shift, I simply can not and will not keep up with the shift in the different flavours of social media "Up your Periscope" is that a carry on film?

No the truth of it .



I have had enough.

Ok


Enough of the drama llama there is enough of that in social media as it is * wink wink


My blog is getting a makeover and by September end of will be all sparkly and new I am taking on the services of Ellie Illustrates

To all that have helped in my blog design and technical what nots before I thank you.

Narnia And The Spare Room

It is 5.30 and I am up no idea why but there you have it, husband has tootled off to work so I might as well get up . I have a school trip to go to as year 2 are studying Victorians which should be great fun and hopefully the weather will be sunny. Do you ever wish you hadn't started a certain job at a certain time ? I mean why on earth when I woke at 5.30 did I decide to start tidying the spare room ? In Narnia the spare room was a whole load more fun and prompted adventure , yes there was a lion and an evil Snow Queen buy hmmm we can't have it all.

As I typing this it is just me and the Bob the wood pigeon that seems alert in this world , the promise of the day is quite refreshing to wake before the whole of the rest of the world or so it seems to you . The promise that is yet to come , for me it is going to be the blooming spare room to make some sort of sense of it before I go to school. I know at some pointing I am going to have to go the the holy grail of furniture stores IKEA and by shelving to put the stuff on , I will throw out as I go along , stuff where does stuff magic itself from ?


I have other blog stuff to organise an edit is so sunny out I better not forget the washing , mind telepathy tells me that my husband could have done this but we will let him off. I mean yesterday a burning smell doesn't constitute that I am responsible , today no it wasn't me .... Yesterday Rollie should have gone to the vets for his annual injection , normally I block the door with my brabantia bin ( any brand will do ) this time I used the heavy and I mean heavy washing basket but .... guess what Rollie pushed it and ran out. There upon there was a Benny Hill chase around the neighbourhood calling for Rollie , oooh I suppose I got my 10,00 steps for the day !  he goes next week instead so this time I will leave the husband in charge.


My son has got his 6 th form bridging day this week and soon it will be coming up to the prom /ball doesn't time fly

Anyway must dash ...







OOOH I wonder what is in that cupboard ?

Any sorting organising tips welcome !

Off to the Spare room in Narnia