Don’t Be A Heel

These are the devices

With which we trod

Be they Jimmy Choo bound

Or shoddily shod


Two soles we enclose

Two heels we surround

Our ten lower digits

Eat up the ground


We owe so much

To our humble peds

But most of the glory

We show to our heads


So stand up for your feet

Show them you care

Remember, stand you couldn’t

If they weren’t there




Inspiration Call: Feet Remove your shoes. Write a poem that celebrates your feet.






Smokey Paprika Chips (Fries)

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I was trying to find a nice compliment for some scampi, so I decided on making some paprika flavoured chips.  This is a really simple recipe, and a great air fryer treat.


  • Russet Potato 1 large or 2 medium (about 12 ounces peeled)
  • Olive Oil 1 1/3 Tbs
  • Salt to taste (I used about a tsp)
  • Smokey Paprika 1 tsp


Peel the potato and cut into “chunky chip” (thick fries) size pieces.  Place in a bowl of cold water for about 10 minutes to remove excess starch.  Drain and pat dry on kitchen paper.  Pour oil into a large bowl and add the potatoes.  Roll potato pieces until coated nicely.  Then sprinkle with the paprika and salt and all sides.  Using and air fryer set for just under full heat, and time for 15 minutes.  Place the chips into the basket, and wait for the fryer to do its thing.  That’s all there is to it.

If an air fryer isn’t your thing, it can work in the oven at 200C for 20 minutes.  My wife used to parboil the potato slices first, when doing the oven method.  I prefer the air fryer method.



More Than Bricks and Mortar

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Lock-down, quarantine, self-isolation, and social distancing have had a major impact on our lives.   This is no less true of our worship, than with any other of our other social interactions.  But Pastors, Priests, and other faith leaders have been proactive in bringing what the modern world has to offer to keep their flocks together, and to fulfill the instruction of Hebrews 10:25, that we are not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together.

This morning, as on the last several Lord’s Days, I “attended” worship on a live feed which linked the saints together.  The word was powerful as we were reminded that times of trial help prove us, and prepare us for the Lord’s work.  Our growth often has a “necessity” of such trials.  The worshiping of God from the vantage point of our physical separation from one another is one such trial.

It does show us another great truth, however.  The church (Ekklesia) is not the physical structure in which we gather.  We do not “go to church.”  Rather we are the church!  We, the Body of Christ, not the bricks and mortar are church.  The challenge then is for us the “Be Church.”  Nothing else is good enough.

Whether we are housed together with loved ones, linked by technology, or in near total isolation, we are tied together by far more.  We are bound by the blood of Christ!  We are family, and we are a body (I Corinthians 12).   We are Church.




Outstanding In Her Field

I’m snuggled warm when the winds do blow

I give warmth to others that I don’t know

I’m often shown where I should go

Mine’s a wandering life  – to and fro

I’m happy in the company of others

Yet, I sometimes go astray

But with a little nudge of encouragement

I usually find my way

Some think that I’m not too bright

But this is an accusation unfair

It isn’t that my brains are slight

It’s just that I don’t care




Sunday Writing Prompt “Animal Kingdom” challenge: Write a poem or short story about an existing animal. Don’t name the animal you are writing about let us guess based on the description of the animal. Pay careful attention to the animal’s personality and mannerisms and be sure to point out any charming eccentricities!

Comfortably Numb

Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday challenge is to write about a song which captures the ideas of Alone/Confined/Depressed/Isolated/Restless/Solo.  “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, does that well.  The song from the band’s 1979 The Wall album was ranked 314th on  Rolling Stone’s “500 Greatest Songs of All Time.”


Hello? Hello? Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home?

Come on now

I hear you’re feeling down

Well I can ease your pain

Get you on your feet again


I’ll need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I’ve got that feeling once again

I can’t explain you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb


Just a little pinprick

There’ll be no more, ah

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?

I do believe it’s working, good

That’ll keep you going through the show

Come on it’s time to go

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

The dream is gone

I have become comfortably numb


Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Roger Waters

Comfortably Numb (Live, Delicate Sound Of Thunder) lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Concord Music Publishing LLC



Moving On

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Doris went over to comfort her best fiend, Hazel who had just gone through the most acrimonious break up that one could imagine.

“You look amazing,” Doris said as Hazel opened the front door.

“Thank you, you look good too.”

“I am so glad you are doing so well, I thought I might have to do some serious cheering up.”

“No I’m really good actually,” Hazel said.

“By the way, I think that is the most beautiful jacket I have ever seen,” Doris said.  “Where did you get it?”

“I made it?” Hazel replied.

“Where did you get that marvelous silk fabric?”

“Do you remember Dan’s skydiving hobby?” Hazel asked.

“Yes,” Doris answered a little confused.

“It’s from his rig?”

“But isn’t he supposed to be jumping today?”

“I hope so.”




Weekend Writing Prompt #154 – Fabric in 131 words




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Abbey Gardens

“All is Calm,” is one of Maria Antonia’s photo challenges for this year.  Here is a photo I took at the Japanese Garden in Abbey Gardens in Bury St Edmunds.  It was a peaceful day out with my wife, and we were able to enjoy the tranquility of the place.  All was indeed calm, in fact it was near perfection.

Sunshine drenched fountain
A day of tranquility
Peaceful and calming
Light playing upon the pool
Flowers fill the world with scent




Breakfast Röstis

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Rösti and Eggs

Here I am with another recipe idea.  No, this isn’t becoming a daily feature on my site, and I do hope to get back into having a weekly “foodie” slot once life gets back to “normal.”  But as life is not “normal” and I am trying to not have a limited selection of pantry items become monotonous, I will try to “keep it fresh.”  With 25 kilos of potatoes and four dozen eggs on hand, here is the Breakfast Rösti.


  • Potatoes 2 medium
  • Onion 1/2
  • Egg 1
  • Garlic 2 cloves
  • Fresh Parsley 1/8 cup
  • Pepper pinch
  • Salt 2 tsp then to taste
  • Oil 1 Tbs
  • Butter 1 pat


Wash and peel the potatoes and rinse well.  Shred these into a large bowl.  Finely dice the onion, parsley, and garlic.  Add these to the potato.  Add 2 tsp of salt and mix well.  Let stand 5 to 10 minutes.  Squeeze the excess liquid from the bowl, and add the egg and pepper.  Stir well and form into patties (I used a burger press).   Melt the butter in a frying pan, and add the oil to reduce burning.  Bring to medium to high heat.  When a drop of water dances on the pan, add the rösti patties and allow to brown on the bottom (3 to 4 minutes).  Carefully flip the patties and allow the other side to caramelise (2-3 minutes)  If either side is not golden flip again until at desired appearance.  Sprinkle with salt and place on a plate to serve.



The Year of Firsts

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The year after a bereavement is “a year of firsts.”  The first “first” for me came only three days after my wife’s passing as she went to be with her Lord just before our wedding anniversary.  Yesterday was another of those “firsts,” the anniversary of our “meeting.”

My wife and I “met” in a chatroom for single parents.  This was no “online dating site.” It was a Christian site with the purpose of discussing being single parents and coming up with advice and strategies for dealing with the responsibility of that role.  We seemed to have much in common as far as approach, and that in turn showed other things we shared.   Our online contact moved on from that and about 3 months later we met for the first time face to face.  God works in wonderful ways, and through such an unexpected medium, I found the perfect partner and wife.

A chance meeting while seeking help

No thought of what it might become

Discussing with strangers the issues of life

And then we became as one


How odd, our meeting was while far away

In a help room for sharing advice

And then we would click, bond, and grow

And you agreed to become my wife


So simple a meeting,  no thought of a link

Lone parenting our only aim

But it all came together faster than you’d think

Our destinies proved the same



Dianne you are loved and missed.



Amy’s Food Vlog



“That will be an excellent promotional still for the Vlog advert,” Amy said.

“Yep, I think we look really good, and the setting is perfect.  I think people will flock to your YouTube site,” Rich observed.

“I think you’re right.  That fresh veg will just about sell itself.  It looks so nice.”

“Maybe next time you should wear a slightly darker dress though.  I think it will make the pasta standout more.”

“Do you think?  But I look really good in pastels,” Amy observed.

“You do Babe,  and I know your looks will win no matter what you are wearing. But I was thinking about the die hard foodies, they might want to focus more on the ingredients.

“Okay, I think I see your point.”

“I’m getting kind of hungry,” Rich said.  “Do you have anything for us to eat?”

“Well the spaghetti is cooked.  But I think it will take about an hour for us to make a decent sauce.”

“Yeah, I really can’t be bothered to actually finish it though,” Rich said.

“I cooked the pasta, and you cut the veg already, so it’s a head start.”

“Hmm.  How about KFC?”

“Sounds perfect,” Amy said.  “I don’t think I can be bothered either.”



Inspiration Call: Cooking