365 Questions – Week four

What was your last major purchase? Probably the electric mixer…

My house is a home because of the people who live here

Who is the last person to tell you they loved you? Melanie

What is your favorite piece of art you own? Art in as drawings or art as in music…

The most expensive bill I paid last month was the mortgage

Whatโ€™s the last thing you apologized for? Crying on the phone

My favorite color is Purple

Five Year Journal

Hope every one has had a good week ๐Ÿ™‚ I am hoping to learn to Crochet this week but right now it’s not been very successful ๐Ÿ˜ฆ I’ve told Andrew he needs to help me…

Week Four

So It’s Tuesday which means a cycle ride, though not this week as it was raining and creative writing. This week was kinda sad but nice in a good way, they have also been able to increase the course so we will be starting again for 5 weeks in the Spring which works out as Jan 10th. I kinda wish we could all still meet up for two hours on a Tuesday as I don’t know what I will fill my time with Insurance Study maybe (haha)

So this week we did some stuff on our earliest memories. We we asked to think of our earliest memory and write down the following

  1. A Person
  2. A place
  3. A piece of clothing
  4. clothing that you (I) was wearing
  5. An Items
  6. Food you liked
  7. A food you didn’t like
  8. A smell
  9. ย A sound
  10. A place

And this is what I came up with ๐Ÿ™‚

“Her Grandad and Nan lived in East Croydon. She was wearing her favorite dress as she traveled to meet them as they got closer she started to hear his voice and remember the smell of their house. Her brother and her spoke excitedly about their weekend away, would there be jelly babies as an afternoon treat? She secretly hoped her Grandad would like her shopping at that big department store, what gift would she talk him into buying? She still slept with her teddy Bugsy who was safely packed in her case ready for the adventures ahead.”

And this made me a bit sad, remembering those time, with those who are gone but NEVER forgotten.