poppy

and ripply, rippling things

... a name to conjure with, indeed. 'I'm Roslyn Flowers, the Major's daughter, and I demand to see Daddy now! This instance! Make it snappy!' 'Darling, she looks about ninety, snappy probably isn't in her skill set,' I said in an aside. But Rosie ignored me. 'When I say snappy, I expect a bit of hustle and bustle! Come along!' 'Very well, then, if you insist,' sighed Mrs Twiddlepass, 'but I did warn you. He's busy.' She lead the way to ...

Rosie rapped on the window again and beckoned to the lady. She bustled over and opened the window, 'I'm already saved, I don't need a new vacuum cleaner and I donate by mail.' She shut the window again. 'This is getting ridiculous! Daddy could be lying dead or dying and I can't get in to see him.' She had a sudden thought, 'Johnny can pick locks, heavens knows where he picked that up, it's most out of character but I'll give him a call.' I reluctantantly...

Guilty Of the Crime ~ Eagles

rippling through their glassy

spitting out the bones skillfully. 'Here Dingle, come to Mummy,' coaxed Rosie in her most wheedling voice. But he ignored her completely. 'How long have you had Rombald?' asked Rosie suspiciously. 'Oh, for years!' Miss Horlicks replied confidently, 'We're inseparable.' Rosie decided that since he looked well cared for and he'd always proved a challenge at the cafe, Dingle was safe in Miss Horlick's hands, however much of a fibber she was. She was just preparing to head for home, when she saw a movement in Daddy's ...

The Heart Asks Pleasure First ~ Michael Nyman

marbles, particularly ones with

Hi Jackie and a big welcome 😊 Hayley is the administrator now, and not nearly as strict about rules and regulations. She's lovely 🥰

she firmly shut the door. Rosie was just about to leave when she spotted a black and white cat sitting on Miss Horlick's window sill, washing the remains of Kitty Kuisine, salmon flavoured, from her right paw. He looked remarkably like Dingle. 'The old biddy!' Rosie exclaimed, and knocked furiously on her door again. When Miss Horlicks answered the door, winding her way around her ankles was ...

The Wind ~ Cat Stevens

deposit his precious collection

on, I'll need a strong cup of tea by the time i get there.' 'I think I should accompany you, dear.' I offered. 'You'll need help controlling your father, the state he's in!' 'No, Johnny. You'll only antagonise him, you know how you are. I'll check how he is and then we can decide what to do.' But when Rosie arrived at the Majors, the door was locked and there was no answer to her knocking. She decided to see if his neighbour had seen anything. Miss Horlicks ...

Winter Winds ~ Mumford and Sons

Sounds a very interesting read. I, too, enjoyed South Riding, although I read it a long time ago now. Have always meant to read Testament of Youth.

but most importantly of

... who are you again?' 'It's Rosie, Daddy. Your daughter Rosie.' 'I have a daughter? Are you sure? I don't remember any daughter.' 'Dementia!' I said, 'I knew it was coming. He needs to go into a home. I hope you've got power of attorney, Rosie, it'll make things ..' 'Shush, Johnny!' Rosie glared at me. 'Of course you remember me, Daddy. I think I should ...

Winter Wonderland ~ Bing Crosby

😭

knew when he was onto a good thing and henceforth behaved impeccably, living a life of luxury and treated like an adored princeling. Meantime, the Major was awoken from his semi-conscious state by the incessant ringing of the phone. 'Hello Daddy, it's me,' said a cheerful voice, 'just ringing to see how our little Dingle is settling in. It really played on our heartstrings to part with him but we felt you ...

dishwashing duties in return

Yes Sir, I Can Boogie ~ Baccara

Dingle, who immediately bit him painfully on the thumb. Dingle then took off up the Major's whatnot, sending valuable ornaments crashing to the floor, one Dresden shepherdess hitting Daddy on the head, knocking him clean out. Dingle remained perched precariously on top of the whatnot, yowling loudly. Little Miss Horlicks, the Major's next door neighbour had heard the ruckus and came to investigate. A confirmed spinster, of indeterminate years, she loved cats. Ignoring the Major completely, who was moaning and groaning on the floor surrounded by broken crockery, she reached up ...

Bungle In the Jungle ~ Jethro Tull

Welcome Home ~ Dave Dobbyn