Child’s Play for Mundane Monday

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“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles” Deborah Norville

Child’s Play for Mundane Monday

“Look at this drawing pretty”
She stated quite wittily

“I made it for you
To make a copy or a few,
Because I knew
You needed your passport to renew”
She smiled quite happily
Of her clever execution
To my problem’s solution

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island (Four)

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island

“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?” Albert Einstein

Afternoon Snack

A warm afternoon
Finding a seat,
Before I swoon
Feeling quite beat
Needed a drink
When I noticed the pink…

Red, yellow, blue and green
So many colours have I ever seen
Recycled materials
Making me curious
So sitting down
Having a little chow
Enjoying the ambiance
And fitting in the camouflage

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island (Three)

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island

“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?” Albert Einstein

Carpet Seat

“Oh look at that carpet in the window:
It looks stuck in a colour overload limbo!”

“Well, have you ever!
A carpet on the seat?
It’s like we are hexed!
What will be next?
Carpets replacing sheet?
Pillows on the floor?
A toilet next to the outdoor?”

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island (Two)

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Seat Sunday in Kos Island

“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?” Albert Einstein

Lunch Time

Time for lunch
Possibly even brunch
Find your way
Where all the others stay
No need to pay
Just sit down and for a while stay
Have some chicken
Which is good as finger licking
Maybe afterwards
Some mini cakes quite sticking
Or if you want something healthy
You do not need to be weatlhy
Just grab some melons
Cantaloupe or honey
No, not trying to be funny
It’s all there
Nothing has been spared
For your vacation
Is most important to this station
To make you happy
And maybe later,
Time for a nappy!

seat 1

Caturday in Kos Island (Four)

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Caturday in Kos Island

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

Guard Duty

“I am quite alert
Just waiting for my dessert
Because rewards a many
For this work heavy
Do I get
But do not call me
A pet!”

guard duty 2

Caturday in Kos Island (Three)

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Caturday in Kos Island

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

Guard Duty 

“I am on guard duty
But still I need my sleep of beauty
Some may think I am snooty
But to them I just say
Howdy doody!”

guard duty 1

Caturday in Kos Island (Two)

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Caturday in Kos Island

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

Lazy Days 

“Deep deep deep
Do I sleep
Never minding
The passersby
Or at least I am pretending
Until my needs they are tending
Then, maybe
I will give a damn
Just because I can”

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Caturday in Kos Island (One)

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Caturday in Kos Island

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

Lazy Days 

“I am much too tired
To really be bothered
With all these tourists
Luckily, I get nourished
But come on!
Let me just be
I just want to sleep!”

lazy-day-1

August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Ten)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins

Rosehip

Lush and pink
Totally in sync
The little rose
In a pose
Hidden
In the green leaves
In August’s eve

Rosebush

August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Nine)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins

Voice

“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked

“Listen to my voice”
It continued

“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned

Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement

“I hear a voice”

voice