I’ve been neglecting my blog recently and I apologise. However I’m all for these 30 day challenges that are buzzing about at the moment, so I am embarking on a 30 day blog challenge. Which probably isn’t the best idea right now as I am about to go on holiday for a week…I’ll save them
The world which we live in is such an evil place, it is fast becoming an over populated hellhole. People seem to be in a constant state of hatred. They’re so focused on wanting to hear the bad and the ugly, they’ve forgotten to focus on the good. There is just so much negativity
Here is one of my many assignments from my World Archaeology module.
I do not in any way mean for this to reflect badly on Marie Curie or Macmillan. Both charities have done marvellous things for my Nana and other cancer sufferers and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
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My trip to Paris was supposed to be full of wonder, excitement, frog’s legs and champagne, unfortunately the universe decided to fill it with despair, disappointment and the desire to never return there ever again. As I was hurrying away from the Eiffel Tower on the first day of our holiday, the 10CC song ‘Un
In The Eyes Of The Lord Janey had slipped under Mrs Parsons fence and out in to the meadow, she’d noticed the curtains twitching as she crossed the garden, she was desperate to know if she’d been seen but couldn’t stop to think about it just now, she had to be back home before
Now anyone that knows me knows I love walking, I’ve walked the Yorkshire Three Peaks four times and the National Three Peaks once, I even attempted to walk the Leeds/Liverpool Canal from one end to the other with a couple of friends (that’s 127 miles and a quarter, in case you were wondering)
Your face, it whispers of beauty and your eyes tell tales so grand. A wisdom shines from beneath, they anticipate your words. I look upon you for solace, for a haven that is eternally bound, You are my inspiration, my protector, my forever and always. For you, Mum.
The heavy wooden pier stretches out from under my feet, The mixture of salt and candy is sharp and sickly sweet A whipping wind that flips my hair, it lands across my face, I lose sight of you for a second, my heart begins to race. Your chubby cheeks are smothered with sugar