….and that’s OK!

I only cry when I’m happy… and that’s ok.

I don’t check my email everyday…. and I haven’t missed a bargain.

I don’t fantasize with being a billionaire… I appreciate all my pennies.

I give spare change without making assumptions…. and also blow a smile.

I’m still faithful to my partner…. and this is great.

I pray myself to sleep every night….. and the Lord answers my prayers.

I don’t but expensive attires, and my shoes feel like comfy slippers.

I make dollies to give away to the orphanages, and the reward is priceless.

I listen to old ladies’ stories while waiting for the bus, and I love what they have to say.

The first thing I cry when I wake out of a nightmare is… “hooray!”.

I still sleep by my childhood teddy bear, and in a way believe he’s got life.

I don’t use make-up or hair dye, and that’s ok, they say.

I have made friends from all walks of life, and genuinely care for their well being.

I forgive and I pray for my worse enemies, and some have become great friends.

I secretly put marshmallows in my dieting best friend’s chocolate drink, and she’s still losing weight.

I deliberately over-tip bad service, as a good lesson to those working in pain.

I don’t socially drink- but instead sneak into the kitchen and clean the dishes…. and this is ok.

I make up the funniest passwords, and haven’t forgotten one to this day.

I don’t envy young fit women, instead I’m proud our city has this great asset to be decorated with.

I take monkey face selfies to make us all laugh when bored…. and that’s ok.

And you, my friend, don’t you think most of the things you do are…. just OK?

The End.

Jokes Instead Of Masks.

A man walks in to his routine medical check-up, and the physician finishes reading the test results.

-OK, I’m going to prescribe you one bottle of whiskey a day, along with one pack of cigarettes, three full courses of your favourite junk food, and a weekly visit to the gentlemen’s club.- This sounds great! Says the patient in disbelief, but are you sure all this will make me better?

– Errr….. well, replies the Doctor….. considering you only have six weeks to live…

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Did you hear about the beginner’s skydiving group who didn’t make it past the first jump?

The instructor had gotten so absorbed into explaining the proper use of masks, he skipped the bit where was to teach how to fold a parachute….

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Hi, Nancy! Long time! How ‘ve you guys been coping with the pandemic?

– Well, as everybody else, we ‘re pretty fed up with it all. I mean, eating our foods in wrapped paper, not being able to slap my kids when they are naughty, and kissing my husband through a mask…. and you?

– Oh, I find this all a very relaxing way of life…. except that I am spending a ridiculous amount of cash on clothes-matching designer masks!

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Mum, I’m sick and tired of this pandemic! You’re all glued to the TV set, we ‘re not allowed to go clubbing, and everyday the mask spoils my make-up!

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Honey, I think you should at once come to terms with your midlife belly: I would like you to use the stairs instead of the lift, carry all the groceries home for me, and redecorate my study from scratch…

– Would you also like me do your manicure everyday?

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Natasha, I got great news! I’m going to lose three stone in three months ahead!

– That sounds fabulous! How are you going to achieve this?

Well, I bought a set of cutlery online which neutralizes all the calories you eat!

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-Did you hear about the rapper who was queuing for six hours at the medical surgery’s?

– We was wishing to get his Ferrari vaccinated.

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The Vain Cherry

I am a Cherry, they call me the Dolly

Swung by the July wind under a Sun so keen

Too high up for the farmers to pick me

Yet at a height where I can hear the laughter of fellow cherries.

Today is so perfect, I am ripe and the World loves me

The day is long my tan is getting deep

Even the birds celebrate the Beauty

That exceeds from a redness whose name is a mystery

The wind is playing about and teasing joyfully

My tree is so strong I can live beyond my dreams

I’m not scared of dying, the perfect day is near

Engraved onto my seed which is my heart I keep at rear

How can a day be so long while a minute flies like steam?

At the garden community of bees and foxes

One day I shall be no more, but thrown into a box

Some greedy kid will gobble me and forget to plant my seed

Thank Goodness my friends will save me as they have once promised me:

The best best place in the wilderness by a cemetery

Where the snow disrupts the cities then melts like ice cream

Oh, no! A lady is picking us… I can’t help but to scream

The wind has taken away her bank card and ID

In return for daring to choose me so randomly

In a truck, at full speed, I feel surprised to enjoy this unexpected journey

I might not see the sun again, nor the foxes, or the bees

Yet I will certainly become part of some ideal feast

I had the time to say goodbye to my maker the Cherry Tree

He said I would be fine, and that one day become like he.

The End.

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How a Rejection Bite becomes a Positive Incentive Booster.

Rejection. And the always longest routes we take in order to avoid it…. yet, some of us have had to learn the way to construcitively embrace it, making it a volcano-like source of free Energy…. But how?

Once I was studying at University when I finally landed on a local job interview. Sounded ideal! Duties were to nag passers into joining a private gym. That day the candidates were scattered about the area on a two-hour unpaid trial…. When I thought that it could have turned out to be a two hour waste of time, hope and energy, I gave my best in some kind of awe, and as awkward as the job felt to me, when my time was up there were customers I had convinced…. queuing at the premises.

I had never enjoyed a bet so much. And also won it!

The boss was incredibly uneasy, saying how good at it I was, to the point he couldn’t hire me. Even after hearing this, inspiration was running up my system, I would have done the job for free, wouldn’t it be for my academic duties. At least the lad was honest!

His appraisal landed me on my dream job which was the next, I would ever be grateful to him, even today- the skills I had built up during thise two anguished hours gave me the means to survive inside unknown terrains…. for a decade more.

I learnt to deal with rejection, if one says no I’ll ask even better next time, and so I became successful in many aspects of my life- especially professional.

We cannot tug our heads into mummy’s bosom everytime we get a rude negative- no matter what the kind of negative. My answer is, try harder!

Take, for instance, Melanie. She was a grossly obese overseas School cleaner, always picked on by the kids in the playground, who called her “Big Mamma” and played tricks on her.

After 6 months she had a decent survival’s command of English, and, fed up with the spoilt western kids, she one day snatched a football from the playground bully and started to sing a funny song from her homeland.

At first they laughed at her louder, but once they heard the melody and funny acting they all fell into her spell, not wanting to go back to class or home after the bells rung, and behaving in a newly and very civilised manner. Melanie was offered an after school playwork job within the premises and soon regrouped her family back to her new land.

It is just amazing how rejection can strike the right chord!

Another case is Amanda. Always being pointed out for her strange sense of humour and telling stories, she could never get a date throughout college. Once a guy pretended to date her just for a bet. On the last day I saw her, the chicks leader told her ” you should start a career in drama” and so Amanda left the cantine- we thought she was crying….. but no. Amanda became a famous comedian on a popular channel, married a producer and has now four kids!

When I saw the chick who picked on her I started to mention Amanda and she quickly changed subjects in shame….

And to finish we must know Stuart “pinocchio” ‘s story. Pinocchio always had a nose bleed, was utterly clumsy and wanted to be an astronaut, a taxi driver, then a pilot…. His parents even had to change him schools, for he was cruelly bullied.

Once on my way to a conference, an elderly lady slipped over the snow as she got off the bus. I immediately recognised a firm voice crying out,

” Don’t move, Madame, just lay your head over this jacket, I’m a doctor, and the medics will be here in a few minutes.” To my surprise, it was Pinocchio, looking after an old lady who had hit her nose on the pavement!

I couldn’t help to let a tear drop from eye, for it was not the right moment to rekindle with old schoolmates, obviously….

So let’s face it. Rejection is not only a part of life, but of everyday life, til the very last day, it’s human nature.

So we can choose- either we let ourselves get crushed and make be miserable for a lifetime, or we instead alchemise it and let the giant within ourselves take the opportunity to awaken and succeed.

Sometimes a rude encounter, expecting to ruin our day, unconsciously unleashes a little known daredevil inside of us who is eager to regain its freedom.

Always pointed out as being broke? Let the gossiping orchestra go on for a little while longer, as you save your pennies for a five figure business you have always had in mind!

But please, always remember to forgive this rude individual….for maybe he was having a rough time, spotted the giant within you, the giant he or she does not have inside…. he has done you a priceless favour!

A bet is a bet.

The End.

My 2020 Highlights.

My summer holidays…

Now what a year… 2020!

It has been the block year when I lost my keyring but found my set of keys

Got mad at myself then made up with lovely deeds

Set impossible goals all of which I achieved

Lost some dear friends and printed their names on my heart

Found a new stay at home style then took it with me to the office

Discovered my Faith was not buried… but burning inside of me

I encountered a kind friend inside my worst ennemy

Discovered my coping strategy was only shredded spaghetti

Rekindled new hobbies that make my life pretty.

I hope you all look back on the good memories- and if you think there’s one impossible thing to achieve, try again…. again… and again.

Destiny shows its own fancies!!!!

New suprise book coming very soon!!!

Happy Christmas and a Great 2021 to my dear readers!

Sandra xxx

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Stylish Persuasion

The smell of cheap cigarettes on Suna’s hair every Friday evening had become the main conversation topic during her parent’s spare time.

Excelling at work was the only thing that kept them together.

– ” I told you we should have let her go to hairdressing school.”

– “I’ll think of something”, said the dad, with an idea in his head already.

Gloria was greatly relieved, even if sometimes his ideas were not so good.

– “Suna! Where are you? We’re going to dump the rubbish.  Will you lend us a hand?”

– “Oh no, I just sprayed some perfume!”

– “Come on Suna, you smell more like an ashtray from the spa’s staff room…

She blushed and hurried to tie her trainers.

– “Did you get your grades?”

– ” No idea yet.”

– ” argh! You gave me the heaviest, stinkest bag!”

– “It’s the last one you carry.”

She turned pale.

– ” We’ve heard you’ve been doing your friends’ hair in exchange for cigarettes. …Very peculiar. .. Is this true?”

– ” Yep!”

– Well We’ve got two pieces of news for you. First, you have just dumped a carton of cigarettes a client brought me.

– er… what? Cigarettes?

– Yes, cigarettes. You can search through the rubbish for them. Your mum’s got a new perfume for you.

– Why did you do that? She sniffed her wrists, staring at the garbage heasitantly.

He gave her a couple of minutes to think. She stayed still.

– “Second!”

– ” What? ”

– ” Second piece of news,  and it’s good news- you just dumped your schoolpass, because …. you have been admitted at that cool hairdressing college you wanted to go to… beside the fact we ticked the “smokers” box when choosing a room….

– “Dad, mum! Is this true? ” A tear flew from her dark eyes.

– “As true as your cigarette scent.”

Uneasily she said “Thanks”, and had a quick glance at the garbage.

Gloria pulled a bag from the car and handed it to Suna.

– ” Perfume, cigarettes! I don’t want the Cigarettes! Let me dump them in the rubbish!”

– ” Ha, ha, ha Suna, with your old fashioned trading skills you can get a free treatment day at the Spa for that carton!

– ” No spa for me. I’ll give them to Annie for having messed up her braids last week…

– “You messed them up?

– “It’s a long story.”

– “In one sentence?”

– ” My boyfriend got her a few designer samples!… She smelt her hands again… ”

-” Does she smoke?”

– “Like a barbecue! but never infront of guys…. Gosh I’m gonna miss her… ” She smiled and asked her mum- “do you mind if I also give her the perfume?”

– “Excellent! We’re proud of you now! Now go upstairs to pack your stuff… you’re starting school on Monday!

– “Great… but one little thing- can you change my room for a non smokers one?”

Her parents kissed each other.

The End.

dedicated to Gloria, my Gloria from south London, Marcia, my Gloria from central london, and I can’t remember… . oh, LARA, my…..

to all children  of God.

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Valentines’ Fun!

81D9E73D-43E1-42F2-BA3C-1E19B5E78955On this special day loaded with lots of love and surprises, make sure you let the fun spread about!

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What did the vigorexic do for Valentines?

– He treated his favorite abs machine with Bergamot energizing aromatherapy oil!

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– What did the eco-friendly freak get for Valentines?

– A month’s worth of coffee paper cups, stirrers and spoons to sort.

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What does the workaholic do for Valentines?

– He asks for a pay cut.

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How does the oldest taxi driver celebrate Valentines?

– He takes his vehicle to a formula one circuit!

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A divorcee gets a funny card on Valentines from her ex.

“I knew he’d love me forever!”, She whispers to her assistant.

“I don’t want to ruin your Valentines, but…. you should know that in the location Roger is right now- it’s Fool’s Day today!”…..

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A retired loving husband has saved up all year to surprise his lady on Valentines.  He gets a brand new kitchen fixed in overnight.

In the morning she wakes up, makes only one cup of coffee and then just stares out the window.

“This is a bit strange”, he thinks to himself.

“Why arent you talking to me Linda? Its Valentines, and I got you your dream kitchen!

– You’re wasting your time. I’m not talking to you today.

– But why?

– Where are my Valentines Roses?!!”

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What does the possessive boyfriend say to his girl on Valentines?

– I own you forever!

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Have a lovely Valentines!

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The Solo Party

BA37B152-DEB8-4F89-BD66-A112A5EEFC56Another February Friday morning at the factory, but today, Dave has shown  up fully compliant with his gear and uniform.

– You’re looking a little different today. The new trainee wants to know it all.

– I don’t like Christmas.

– It’s February the 7th today! We have all almost forgotten the meaning of the word „Christmas”!

– You wouldn’t want to know how large and wide the meaning of Christmas is to me.

– Of course. And those watery eyes?

– Just collecting some fresh tears for the upcoming summer draught.

– So Dave’s not feeling that blue today, is he? She squeezes his left cheek out of impulse.

– I’m actually trying to cry as much as I can til the tank is empty, so I never need to do that crying again. Then it will all be giggles.

– If that’s your new trick to lay your bricks, then great…. oh, I heard you’re endind your shift early today. Anything exciting?

– I’m throwing a solo party tonight.

– A „ solo party”? What the pepper is that? You mean we’re uninvited?

– Had my yearly ratio of carelessness… now I need to know what it’s like for those who don’t get the chance or who just don’t wanna go out weekends- you know, what goes through their heads. Always been intrigued by this.

– But you’ve been going on about Friday night all week!

– I’ve changed my mind this morning.

– Oh.

Their colleagues stop chatting to listen to Dave instead, who’s not the good old Dave today.

– At 33 I’ve lived pretty fast.

The trainee insists.

– But what if you really get the blues and then you stay stuck in there?

– I might get the blues, the purples and the blacks. Yet my reward will come the day after, when my mobile phone starts jumping up and down in the living room… because all my mates will want to narrate their own distorted version about the Friday Night little adventure….

– Okay, so tell me, what will you be doing with yourself all evening?

– Well it might be dusting out one of those unopened birthday present books…. or practising that new trendy beard grooming in front of the mirror… or even writing a thank you card to my very generous guardian angel….

– I see….

– and if the party turns out to be a commotion, rest reassured: I will be giving away all my old spirit bottles and nightclub membership cards to the local shelter guys!

The End.

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Why we can’t help Blossoming

IMG_3202To you, the womb, the daisy and the pie

To them, the grooms, the lazy and the wild

A storm can bring oh such exotic seeds

Ugly froggies to kiss and a  very funny sneeze

Whatever you do wherever you are

The trace you leave around is glittery like stars…..

And it belongs to you! No matter what others believe

So keep doing your thing you ghost, sailor or sheep.

The End

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Drawing by the author in felts and pastels.

C U SOON!!! Xxxxxx

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Friends@First Sight

IMG_2917After an adventurous break I am back to invoke the daisy faeries that are popular among worldwide Grandmothers’ popular folktales….

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If Hollywood has made over half of the Millenials’ planet fixated with the L-word [LOVE],

then Foreign Literature blessedly allowed me to trekk over the Paths of Five Leaved Clovers, Daisies and Edelweisses- cherishing so the F***** word at the first melodic sound of a whistleblow…..

NOPE! Not F*ck….



A Friend@FirstSight, one glance, one fraction of second that says a Million Words…. like URSafe….

One wink signing complicity and/or alliance at war….

Now these “Angels” know how to smize -i.e fashions industry’s term used to describe smiling at the talented photographer with your eyes….

These Angels have picked up or were born with the technique of pacing down your heart beats, turning your toxic adrenaline into endorphines – like magick- just when you were convinced you’d be about to get cornered with no mercy!

And you dont care about their names! You never even got a chance to find out their surmames!

Yet if there is a Destiny written on the Wind or somewhere, I am so excited about seeing, and seeing, and again seeing and believing that that lady with the neon-Royal Gala green eyes, Short hair and pony- like way of clopping her white sandals about is, still, smizing somewhere in Gaia and saving Human lives…..

wherever she clops….

The End.


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