There are days when the best company are little children. There are days when they somehow sense you need them to go easy on you.
For some reason I have always found it very easy to have a conversation with a child, a real conversation I mean. Some of my friends laugh at me because their kids suddenly grow up and start chatting like an adult would when conversing with me.
I was going to be spending the day with a friend today whose little ones go to primary school and nursery. But they were all ill last night, so when I arrived Claire apologised that she had the three little ones. She was worried in case it might upset me. Nope, I wasn’t upset. I did wonder if I had the energy for the little ones.
But they were great all three of them. They were so well behaved. They lolloped around, as did I. The five of us, their mum and the three little ones and I read some stories, played a card game, made some cup cakes, and then we watched The Postman Pat movie – I had no idea there was a Postman Pat movie until today.
It was a very pleasant day, and it was not tiring. I think Claire must have told her children I was not very well. Because they kept patting me and saying they hoped I would feel better soon. So sweet! Little Olivia who normally goes to nursery, said to me, “the best days to be sick are rainy days. We all picked a good day to be sick.”
It was a lovely day and I am glad I shared it with Claire and her three little ones. We got on famously well!
I noticed a few other bloggers had published posts in response to the FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION CHALLENGE hosted by Richa the creator of and that this week’s topic was MELODY.
Well – how could Melody Finch aka Caramel, not join in with this challenge?
TOPIC FOR TODAY : MELODY
Richa seems to leave it pretty open to bloggers as to how they want to deal with the topic.
I wanted to write about names. What is in a name? I was never happy with my name as a child. I mean it did not make me miserable, but I was rather embarrassed by it. I felt my parents had given me a hippy name. I did not want a hippy name. I wanted to be cool! Hippies were not so cool when I was a child.
Well…in most of my books as a child I wrote a little message identifying them as mine.
Only rather than put my own name, I put the name I had decided I wanted. Mum thought it was hilarious.
Not only did I state the book belonged to me (with the name I had decided I wanted to be called “Sharon”), I also added a little message, which I think I may have intended as a warning to anyone who had plans of stealing my books.
There are still scores of my books at my parent’s home with those three little messages scribbled on the first page.
With regards the name of my blog CRUSHED CARAMEL (Mel short for Melody who is very sweet-natured but has been crushed by certain challenges in recent years and has been rebuilding her life since) – the friend who helped me set up my blog, his idea was to call my site UNCHAINED MELODY. Aren’t you glad I chose CRUSHED CARAMEL instead? On that note…
This post was in response to the FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION CHALLENGED
on the topic MELODY!
“FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION” Challenge! MELODY!