Could The Whole World Just Halt For Five Minutes And Let Goldfinch And Me Get Off At This Stop Please?

Had to say au revoir to Goldfinch and climb on the train…and now I am back in London sulking.  Partly sulking because today was a perfect day and I didn’t want it to end.  But partly for another reason which I will enlarge upon.


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The second reason I am sulky is that everywhere we went today there were people.  It is summer after all, and now that the World Cup is over and Wimbledon Tennis Championships and everything else that kept people on the sofa or at the pub seems to have evaporated…people are out at National Trust properties again – in large groups.  In addition Goldfinch has two housemates who we have to be considerate of and Goldfinch confessed he had not done any tidying up.  So I was not allowed anywhere near the man-cave today.

We did have a lovely day…we went to a beautiful location and had a lovely meal and afterwards ate triple chocolate cheesecake.  Goldfinch was just as wonderful and gorgeous as ever.  But there just seemed to be always someone there, spoiling every “moment” between us.

There was one brief moment inside the little music-room adjoining Florence Nightingale’s bedroom (at her sister’s house in Claydon, Buckinghamshire) where there was finally just he and I.  But it did not last for long.

I just wanted to curl up in a hammock holding tight to Goldfinch and listen to his voice all afternoon, rather than be squeezed into corners by large groups of National Trust visitors.  I wanted to have him all to myself and gaze into his eyes rather than being asked to move out of the way while somebody else took a photo.

So for these reasons, I have come back a tiny bit sulky (which is also probably because it is past midnight and I have been awake since 4.30am).  I saw this photo from from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith and I thought…that’s where I would like to have been with Goldfinch – and please forgive me for being anti-social, but I would just want it to be he and I with no one else.

Could the whole world just halt for five minutes and let Goldfinch and me get off at this stop please?  This location would be just perfect for us.  You don’t have to be an esthete to appreciate why I would want to be at this stunning location on my own with Goldfinch…although we would need a larger hammock – is that a hammock?  Teresa Grabs I have no idea what is hanging from the tree, I am only guessing from something I picked up on in your post that it might be some kind of hammock, but please forgive me if I am totally wrong.

Goldfinch is a self-proclaimed hedonist and an esthete.  I have been a bit scared of these aspects to his character because they are absent from my own personality.  But today I finally understood…and tomorrow when I am not fighting to keep my eyes open, I will explain what it was that made me understand him better than ever today.

via Esthete — Word of the Day Challenge

Rainbow Fields Forever

I don’t know what has got into me…I am feeling overly romantic – must be missing Goldfinch way too much!  I very rarely attempt poetry because I am pathetic at it.  But as soon as I saw this picture prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith, it started to play on my mind…and here I have something that could loosely be described as a poem because there are rhyming elements and it is all mushy and vague.

Sorry to all true poets who will surely be horrified by my definition of poetry.  Here is my offering in response to Worth A Thousand Words #2.

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Photo Credit: DeltaWorks @

Rainbow Fields Forever

Big bright blue intense

I’m lost in his gaze

Eye to eye contact

Has me in a daze

I am looking deep into his eyes

And all I see is rainbow fields forever


Warm mellow rhythmic

His comforting sound

Hearing his whisper

Has me quite spell-bound

I am listening to his voice

And all I hear is rainbow fields forever


Honeyed pine manly

I breathe in his scent

Scarf, pillow, sheet and

Wherever he went

I am craving his aroma

And all I smell is rainbow fields forever


Tender, gentle, kind

Wrapped in him I stand

My joy’s overflowing

Walking hand in hand

I cling to my loved one

And all I feel is rainbow fields forever


His lips meet my own

I’ve longed for his kiss

Lingering tingle

Leaves me in sheer bliss

His embraces make me breathless

And all I taste is rainbow fields forever



Romantic Railways

Even though I am rather tired of travelling after these last couple of weeks…I am on the verge of booking yet another train ticket so that I can go and see my lovely Goldfinch on Sunday.


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I miss him so much!!!  He was working in the North East of England today and because he could not speak on the phone, we sent a string of texts to each other about the weekend – our plans are not concrete yet, as we both have a lot we need to do.  I have to work Saturday and I am supposed to be spending time with some friends here in London who I have not seen for a long while.  But, I am longing to be with Goldfinch again.  It is much too long!

But in a very romantic moment, one of my text messages to Goldfinch was rather mushy:


I mean, goodness, I had no idea I had it in me to be so very soppy.  In reality, it would be a train that would take me to him.  There is no way I am cycling 102 miles – I would have one majorly sore behind if I did.

Missing Goldfinch, feeling overly romantic, inspired by the photo prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith…I am going to throw in one of my favourite train scenes.  How incredibly romantic a railway setting can be!  We watched “North and South” when I went to see a very dear friend up north who has cancer.  Her husband arranged an afternoon tea-party for us, and then he disappeared to watch football with some friends so we could watch chick flicks together.  He is a good one.



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You Caught My Eye

Of all the stars in all the sky

You are the one that caught my eye

No matter how bright others shine

You’re the one I want to be mine


Photo credit: NASA and JPL

It is late on Sunday night and I should be in bed, but logging into WordPress I find tantalizing writing prompts that are going to keep me away from sweet sleep for a few minutes while I try to produce a post that will not be too much of a disappointment.

I have been away for the weekend visiting Goldfinch and I have some photos and things to share with you…but after I have had a good sleep!  But on the whole, it was a weekend of leisure and pleasure.

My appreciation for the value of sleep is tearing me away from my laptop…but may I promise you I have been working on posts that I have been dreading for some time…posts about Caramel the events that bamboozled her and led to her being crushed.

Goldfinch gave me his very frank opinion of my ex-flatmate this evening.  My head is still reeling a little.  But when I was walking through the restaurant in search of the ladies to go and wipe my tear- stained eyes, I heard this song playing from the speakers.  I thought it was a lovely thought to end my weekend on.

Goodnight for now…

FOWC with Fandango — Tantalizing

via Leisure — Word of the Day Challenge

Where Do You Go?

Where do you go?

When I can’t find you and can’t reach you –

Where do you go?

Why shouldn’t I be worried about you?


Photo by: Matthew Henry

Thank you to  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith for another picture prompt.  When I first saw it, I thought of the late nights I have had recently, walking back home through London streets after finishing at 1am in the morning.  Then I thought about the anxiety someone might feel for a loved one who is out in the wee hours of the morning and does not account for their movements.  But I have to start work soon, and it is going to be another marathon day.

For the past two weeks, I have felt as if I was constantly chasing my tail and due to my spare time being so limited, my blog posts became shorter and had less “interesting” content.  In addition, I missed out on several word and picture prompts.  Nevermind hey!  Not many of us can afford the time to produce something worth readiing for every single writing prompt that appears.

This week, I have tried to be clever by preparing a few posts well in advance and scheduling them to be published during the week to come.  I felt it was my only option because I was doing extra shifts to cover the holidays of colleagues at work. Being able to schedule the publishing of posts is great, but it does mean missing out on a lot of the fantastic prompts out there.  Shame hey!

Some of the other branches I’m working at to cover holidays are eerily quiet at times.  I have realized it is quite acceptable to spend the quiet times reading a book or writing in a notepad.  So, it turns out I have been able to be fairly productive this week.  I’ll just have to type up my scrawlings at some point.

What I am really struggling with though is keeping up with other bloggers’ posts.  I am sorry.  If you think I am being rude and not checking out your posts despite the fact you continually support me, please please do send me a comment along the lines of:

“Oy! Caramel – you have not stopped by for a while!”

I promise you I will make your site my priority in my long catch-up list.  I am sorry if I have neglected supporting other bloggers.  My time has been evaporating at an alarming rate these past two weeks!  So please do shout out if I have been overlooking your posts.

Well we all have lives to lead…so I am sure you will understand this predicament only too well, and relate to how it feels to know you are not keeping up with other bloggers as much as you would like to.  I look forward to my schedule settling down a bit, so I get back into a routine that allows me to be a better blogger and support other bloggers more.

It’s Usually The Male Of The Species Who Make The Effort


When I first saw this picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith I was bowled over by how  pretty spectacular this little chappy is – I am sure you would agree.

I had in my head a little short story…basically along the lines of how the males of many species are the more colourful and go to the most effort to win a mate…whereas, it often seems the other way around with humans!

I had this story in my mind, but to tell the story I thought I needed to mention what kind of creature he actually is.  I sent a message to Teresa (aka The Haunted Wordsmith) to ask what kind of creature it is.  She said it is a peacock mantis shrimp.  Google helped me find two fascinating articles on the peacock mantis shrimp.  The first was from National Geographic and the second was from Awake!

“This otherworldly creature, a mantis shrimp, was photographed in the waters of Indonesia’s Lembeh Strait. The shrimp feeds by smashing open its prey with a force that can break a pane of glass, and its darting bulbous eyes are thought to be the most complex in nature.”


The Eye of the Peacock Mantis Shrimp

 The peacock mantis shrimp, found on Australia’s Great Barrier Reef, is equipped with the most complex eyesight in the animal kingdom. “It really is exceptional,” says Dr. Nicholas Roberts, “outperforming anything we humans have so far been able to create.”

Consider: The peacock mantis shrimp can perceive polarized light and process it in ways that humans cannot do. Polarized light waves may travel along a straight line or rotate in a corkscrew motion. Unlike other creatures, this mantis shrimp not only sees polarized light in both its straight-line and corkscrew forms but is also able to convert the light from the one form to the other. This gives the shrimp enhanced vision.

DVD players work in a similar way. To process information, the DVD player must convert polarized light aimed at a disc into a corkscrew motion and then change it back into a straight-line format. But the peacock mantis shrimp goes a step further. While a standard DVD player only converts red light​—or in higher-resolution players, blue light—​the shrimp’s eye can convert light in all colours of the visible spectrum.

Researchers believe that using the peacock mantis shrimp’s eye as a model, engineers could develop a DVD player that plays discs with far more information than today’s DVDs. “What’s particularly exciting is how beautifully simple it is,” says Roberts. “It works much, much better than any attempts that we’ve made to construct a device.”


And…thinking back to the story I had in mind originally…I wouldn’t mind if more men put a bit more effort into finding a mate – a bit like the spectacular peacock mantis shrimp!  Let’s allow Sir David Attenburough to talk us through it.

Typical…my story has vanished, because I am distracted by something amazing I have learnt about a creature I never knew about before.  I am sure my story would not have done any justice to this incredible and quite marvellous creature.  Thanks Teresa…for a picture prompt that has opened my eyes to something rather awe-inspiring!

It Will Never Stand Up In Court

Today’s picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith:

The prosecution’s case depended on the testimony of an eye-witness to 483 individual acts of piracy, kidnapping and theft, as well as an array of other allegations.


The defense lawyer smiled, he knew the witness would not even be allowed in court, let alone be asked to raise his wing and swear on the holy scriptures that he was telling the whole truth…

His client Captain Black Beard had nothing to fear from his turncoat parrot.  The defence lawyer could only guess what kind of bonus he would receive from his client after the trial was over.

Riding The Storm

My Mumma and Dadda used to prepare us in advance for challenges…and I am glad they did.  Even now we all have “grab-bags” with everything we may need for an emergency.  They made sure we knew life would not be all plain sailing, and we could not be sure what to expect from one day to the next, one year to the next.

It was prolonged times of adversity they warned us might come at any stage. They said unexpected events can occur at any stage and they asked us what would we do if there was an accident or illness that meant we were on our own at any stage.  If tragedy took our parents away, who would we trust?  where would we go? how would we behave? That might sound a bit morbid, but it has certainly helped us to be stable when tragedy has struck at various times over the years.


At the same time they made sure we developed a sunny hopeful disposition so that we were never overcome by challenges.  They said let hope be like an anchor that keeps you stable when you face a storm.  They said sometimes you just have to cling tight to all that you know is good and right and trust that the storm will ease off at some point.  When the storm clouds roll away and the boisterous sea settles down…that was the time to unfurl your sails and let the changing winds impel you forward.  Then you could continue your voyage through life full of joy and satisfaction that you have weathered a storm and are ready for what life may throw at you.  Perhaps with a little bit of storm damage but your integrity intact.

Today’s picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith instantly reminded me of their sage advice.  For ships way back in the day, an anchor would have been a powerful safety device, indispensable for holding a ship in place and preventing it from drifting. No mariner would venture out of port without an anchor.  For centuries, ships had no engine to enable the captain to maneuver as he wished. Except for oar-driven warships, vessels depended primarily on the wind for movement. If their ship was in danger of being driven onto rocks, a captain’s only recourse was to drop anchor and ride out the storm, trusting that the anchor would not lose its grip on the seabed.

But then storm over…anchors up…up the sails…and we are off…impelled by the force that drives us humans along, eager for life and happy times ahead!

I think one or two readers who have read isolated posts I have published, have not been sure what this site is really about.  One reader thought I was just writing about a teenage crush I had on someone once.  I don’t like to spell out what happened too graphically as this is a child-friendly site.  But in case you missed it, here is a little synopsis:

Protaganist: Caramel

Brought up by wonderful parents and taught invaluable lessons for life.

Chooses an incredible career as an international volunteer and is involved with amazing projects.

cyberbullyAnother volunteer (who is also a celebrity) crosses Caramel’s path leading to two years of emotional turmoil, and a challenge she has not weathered before, intense interest from friends, co-workers and the fans of the celebrity – gossip and social media rumours.

Caramel decides she needs to remove herself from the close proximity of sharing a flat with him.  He turns nasty.  A campaign seems to be launched to blacken Caramel’s name.

AmbulanceCaramel goes to a park one evening when she is feeling overwhelmed by the challenges she is dealing with and there falls victim to a serious crime.  She is found the next day by a security guard who calls an ambulance immediately.

Caramel…is rebuilding her life and preparing herself to go back to her chosen career and life.  But she has to be patient.  She has many blessings though including the very lovely Goldfinch.

That is the basic outline…some may have picked up on what the crime was, and some of the other isolated incidents that interweave within this basic outline.  But, I assure you, this situation was a storm unlike any I have ever faced…it was not at all simple to deal with.  A bit of storm damage, but I clung on with all my might to what I knew was good, and right and true and I can hold my head up because I did not retaliate.  I have the blessing of knowing I conducted myself honourably.

Lots more to come…and perhaps at some stage I will rearrange the posts so that they appear in a more logical order.  But for now…it is sails up and away…we are catching the fresh breezes and voyaging ever onwards through an ocean of uncertainty…but keeping our eyes set on the glorious destination ahead!


Seems like a great excuse to attach a song that I have been singing since primary school (goodness I have to tell you about our wonderful Headmaster who played the guitar and taught us all sorts of songs – that is another one for the drafts folder).

How To Use Flower Power

Have you felt it?  Especially when they are unexpected, the gift of a bouquet of flowers can resolve little misunderstandings, warm hearts that are frozen by pain, and elicit an array of unexpected emotions.  I have to admit I have more than once been beguiled by flower power when it caught me off my guard.

I have compiled a few friendly examples of flower power in use, which if you care to read you will find listed below:


I will first of all confess, that after reading “Villette” by Charlotte Bronte I went through a phase of claiming I would not want to receive flowers as a gift, all because I loved it when Lucy Snowe said: “I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.”

Then I realized I was being obnoxiously profound and I should be heartily grateful for any flowers that came my way!  I mean…if someone chooses to send you a bouquet of flowers it surely is because they like you a lot!  It is a very lovely thing to do…why would I want to be ungrateful and spoilt by trying to be overly philosophical about something that is is simply a gesture of affection.

I have now come to a stage in life when I am not going to be picky about who they come from or even the reason they were given.  I will worry about that later.  I will just celebrate the moment and let the fragrance of the flowers intoxicate me!

I am a shameless fan of movies with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan…mainly because they are safe and normally cheery.  I never tire of watching them on screen.  One of my favourites is “You’ve Got Mail”.  Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) is so annoyed when Joe Fox, (Tom Hanks) after turning up on her doorstep when she is ill with a stinking cold, brings along with him a bunch of her favourite flowers after putting her beloved book store out of business.

Joe knows how to use flower power to try to fix a huge rift between and the woman he is realizing he is in love with. Kathleen has no idea that it is Joe she has been corresponding with for months, so he knows well her favourite flower after she told him she thinks daisies are the friendliest flower.  I quite agree, I think they are the friendliest flower beyond doubt!

Growing up, I used to have a massive thing for sunflowers – except that they can become such giant monstrosities can’t they!

wild flower bouquetThe most romantic and poetic choice for a bouquet has to be wildflowers.  I have been given roses…and yes they are beautiful, only they are a tiny bit intimidating…unless they are yellow.  But big red lush roses – that sends out a message that could make you feel very uncomfortable if they come from the wrong man.  But still…I would enjoy them.  It happened a while back…a male acquaintance who was suggestive in a rather crude way…thought a big bunch of red roses was the way to apologise.  Just made me want to make the message even clearer…”NO!”

In other circumstances flowers are a wonderful way to convey an apology.  Although don’t get cocky about flower power, there are some sins that a bunch of flowers are never going to atone for!!

A wonderful way to tell someone you are worried about that you care.  Goodness I have given them to some of my female friends who I was deeply anxious about.  One of my friends had chopped all of her hair off and was refusing to eat, refusing to speak to her house-mates or go to work (because her boyfriend had split up with her) I tried to ring her, text her, e-mail her as well as going round to her home and knocking on the door so hard I thought the neighbours were going to call the police.  All I had left was flower power.  I spent £50 on a huge bouquet and wrote a message in a card and left it on her doorstep.  I am glad to say…she responded, and step by step she let her heart heal. She is so much better and happier today.

On occasions flower power has touched my own heart and made me much more disposed to a bloke I had thought of as a bit awkward and odd.  I admit I have fallen prey to flower power.  Because it is a very lovely thing for someone to send flowers to you.

The message here…use flower power wisely…unless you are absolutely sure that they are not going to cause alarm, avoid the big flashy red roses.  If you know her favourite flower, choose them, unless you have just put her out of business! If in any doubt, send friendly flowers – daisies…or if you do want to be romantic, wildflowers.

FOWC with Fandango — Below



All I Need In The Whole Wide World

I met two girls when I was around sixteen years of age.  Sadie and Sonia.  They were sisters and best friends to each other.  Their father, Reginald, was a talented architect. He worked on some of the projects I was involved in including some incredible restorations of listed buildings. Over the years I worked with Sadie, Sonia and their dad many times and became very fond of their family.

Reg had a special project – all of his own, although he did involve his family.  When the family showed me, I was really touched by what he had been doing in his spare time for more than thirty years.  Ronald had been drawing the blueprints for their dream house.  Each member of the family had expressed the features they would love to be included. He had thought about everything – as an architect can.  It was not a vague misty idea, it was all there in intricate detail on paper.


I have often wondered if I have a dream house in my mind.  I have asked many of my friends also if they have a dream home, that they would love to live in if money was no object and if they could design their home themselves.  Although noone  else has detailed blueprints like Reg, a lot of them do have a vague idea of their dream home.

My friend Nina who has bought houses and renovated them and sold them on for a profit.  She has lived in some incredible houses but has never been emotionally attached to them.  It has just been a business to her.  Buying and selling properties, always thinking about the next one.  She says all she really wants is a simple country cottage covered with ivy and fragrant honey-suckle and her own orchard and vegetable patch.  She would like some land to be able to have some goats and chickens and perhaps a pony.

Some of my other friends have described their dream house to me in much more grandiose terms.  One friend Dan described his dream house as a huge mansion where he could have lavish balls.  He and his wife Joanne would dress up and appear at the top of a grand staircase and make an entry in front of all their guests, and there would be waltzing all night.  Joanne disagrees with him.  She would prefer something simpler and she challenges Dan by saying she is not going to spend all day cleaning a mansion.  To which Dan claims he is going to have a team of servants!  Joanne is not impressed by that at all!

Then I have friends who don’t really mind what kind of house they live in, it’s more about a dream location to them.  Steven and Jasmine want a house near the beach.  They love the water and they love boats.  Gerald and Tina would like to live somewhere that reminds them of an Alpine terrain, but near a lake.  My friend Laura would love acity.png swanky pad in the middle of London or any city she says.  She just loves the buzz and excitement of the city.

My dream home…well I just can’t envision it to be honest.  I don’t have a specific building in mind or a specific location.  For as long as I can remember I have wanted to avoid being tied to one site and having the responsibility of maintaining it.  I loathe the idea of being shackled, trapped – without the freedom to leave and go and travel for years on end. I have a definite gypsy streak that runs me.  I want the simplest little box, that can be together.pngdismantled and packed allowing me to move on and travel. I will unpack my little flat-packed home and erect it somewhere while I get to know a new area and make new friends and learn about their culture and cuisine and help out with any work they need help with.  Then after a while I will dismantle my flat-packed home and move on again.  Not because of boredom…just an insatiable desire to explore.

I just think…I would like someone to be with me on my travels.  That’s all I need in the whole wide world!

via Loath — Word of the Day Challenge