Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives #PotLuck – #Poetry – The love of a mother by Marian Wood


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

Today I am sharing the final post from the archives of Marian Wood and her blog Just Muddling Through Life Marian has been blogging since October 2018 and posts about family life, writing, fiction and poetry.. I have chosen a poem that I am sure you will enjoy…

Our roots are deep just like my thoughts

The Love of a Mother by Marian Wood.

Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater,
Looking at her I decided that life can only get better.
Through what we go through and all life’s challenges,
The discussions we have had to put our minds at ease.

Walking now we admire nature’s true beauty,
The animals, the plants and the wonderful country.
The sounds that the wind makes as it sings through the trees
As they stand there swaying against the breeze.

My daughter she looks at me and starts to smile,
My heart it melts as I stare back for a while.
I take her hand and we then continue to walk,
Looking at the floor, my beautiful daughter begins to talk.

Discussing the woods and discussing the leaves,
Watching the rabbits as they play in the trees.
Looking at the squirrels as they jump from bough to bough,
We both wished our walk wasn’t nearly over now.

Enjoying our time together, just the two of us,
Without daddy or her brother, no stress or fuss.
The time spent alone as just daughter and mother,
A love that can’t be replaced, a love like no other.

We walk and we talk, and my child starts to laugh,
As we sit and watch some rabbits play on the path.
We now pull our coats around us so tightly,
As the winter wind it moans, it does not blow lightly.

We are very soon now back at the car,
Strapping my daughter in, we don’t have to drive far.
Skipping through the afternoon traffic,
My daughter falls asleep, our walk was terrific.

As we arrive home, I am greeted by my son,
He was happy at home with daddy he hadn’t wanted to come.
I hugged him and assured him it was his turn tomorrow,
So, what did he want to do? it was my turn to follow.

As a mother of two most wonderful children,
I don’t find it hard to want to spend time with them.
For the times and the pleasures that our children bring,
Relax and enjoy them, try to make time to sing.

So, the roots of a love between a child and their mum,
Could be traced right back to before their life had begun.
From knowing baby is there until that first kick,
Or maybe to the first time that mum felt sick.

So tomorrow it is a day for mother and son,
A day to go out and try to have some fun.
Whilst our daughter spends time alone with her daddy,
She really adores him and he makes her happy.

So, the roots of our love trace back to before birth,
Forging a love that is greater then anything on earth.
The time spent together alone with my family,
Is always good as we are a powerful entity.

©Marian Wood 2019

About Marian Wood

I am Marian I am a married working mum, living in Kent, UK with two brilliant young children. I am not a very confident person and I am often down on myself. I get very stressed with work and family life, often struggling to relax and rest.

I started my blog because despite a few issues with my grammar I enjoy writing and I love reading. I have begun to write my first novel, but after writing about 29000 words I am a bit stuck. I do realise I need to get back to it and just write.

My husband and my children are my world. This blog tells our story of our ups and downs and also some of my creative writing.

Connect to Marian

Blog: https://justmuddlingthroughlife.co.uk/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EyeOfMazz
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marianwood76/

My thanks to Marian for permitting me to delve into her archives to share with you…I hope you will head over and enjoy reading them for yourselves.. thanks Sally

 

 

 

 

 

Smorgasbord Posts From Your Archive – #Potluck – Short Story – Just one of those days by Marian Wood


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

Today I am sharing the third post from the archives of Marian Wood and her blog Just Muddling Through Life Marian has been blogging since October 2018 and posts about family life, writing, fiction and poetry… I have chosen another short story….. We have all had one of those days…..

One of those days where what could go wrong does go wrong?

Just one of those days by Marian Wood

Have you ever had one of those days where you want the world just to swallow you up whole? One of those days where what could go wrong does go wrong? This was my day, a phone call from Mark at 8.30am, as usual, woke me from a deep slumber. Why had my alarm not gone off? I was due to be sitting behind my desk by 9.00am and I have a half hour walk ahead of me.

Jumping out of bed, I grabbed my clothes and chucked them on whilst Mark berated me for being late. I’m good at late, if I can be late, I’m late. I am rarely early, I may be just on time, but never early. Racing through the house, I dragged a brush through my hair, got my lunch out of the fridge, picked up my bag and keys and ran out of the door slamming it hard behind me. Now the challenge of getting to work, I started to run.

My boss is not an easy man, and my tardiness does not help matters. We have had a few run ins and despite not liking him very much I do not want to lose my job. I’m not a very fit person and very quickly I was feeling breathless, so had to keep stopping to regain my breath.

Finally, I arrived, it was now 9.10am, not good. I work in an estate agent’s office and I was seen immediately as I fell through the door panting.

Elizabeth, sat at a nearby desk started laughing,
“what the hell do you look like?”

I looked down and my heart sank, I was wearing odd socks and odd shoes, what a start to the day. Finding my desk I turned on my computer whilst hiding my coat and bag underneath it. At least the general public will not be able to see my odd socks and shoes, just my hysterical work colleagues.

On reading my emails I could see the latest was from Mr Williams, title of ‘late again’, my day just got better and better. From the odd clothes, to the meeting with my boss explaining my lateness, to the irate customer that expected me to find her a flat in the local area for less then £100 000. I have not got a magic wand, I wish I did, I could teleport to work then.

As the day went on, I could feel the stress just getting on top of me. Text messages from Mark were not helping me. At least he had phoned me this morning, he knows me to well.

Boyfriend of two years, won’t commit but forever phoning and texting. I guess I can’t have everything, problem is I want everything, and I want it now. Shame I have a mortgage to pay because today, right this minute, I would love to tell Mr Samuel Williams where to stick his stinking job. I could feel the unhappiness rising in me and my face redden.

I told myself, face it Susie, you have a mortgage, you have a house, you have a boyfriend, he won’t commit yet, but he is there. My job is important and I need to ensure that I set that blinking alarm every night. I need to stop upsetting my boss as regularly as I do. My day passed and finally the work day was over. Collecting my bag and coat, I said goodbye to Elizabeth and started to walk home. Thoughts were racing round and round my head, I decided that heading straight home is not an option. When I get myself, this stressed I like to walk, I took the long way home through the fields.

Entering in through the familiar wooden gate I could smell the scent of heather and the cows in the fields. The flowers were gently blowing in the breeze and it felt so calm. I need calm right now and to put my life into perspective. So what, Mark does not want marriage and kids right now and the boss is unlikely to ever promote me. I know that I need to sort my life out, get to bed earlier then 11pm and get out of bed at 7.30am not 8.30am when Mark phones.

I sat and watched the yellow rape in the field and the beautiful red poppies. Maybe I need to sit and reflect and make a list. My life is not too bad, I have so much to be grateful for. The feeling in the pit of my stomach though, will not go away, the nagging feeling of failure. Wearing odd socks and shoes to work today did not help that.

The day turned to evening around me, the sun hiding now behind the gloomy clouds. Getting up again I carried on walking. I needed to focus on the good in my life, it wasn’t that bad. I stopped to look at some sheep drinking from their trough, watching the bees in the hedgerows, the nature and life around me. Hearing the sounds of engines, I knew I was nearly at the road and nearly home. Feeling a little disappointed, I was not looking forward to a night alone again inside the same four walls. However, I could also feel a rumbling in my stomach indicating that it was time for dinner.

I had skipped breakfast again and was scoring very badly on the healthy eating scale. What was I going to have? I hate cooking and will rarely cook just for me. Decisions decisions, maybe baked beans on toast, yes easy.

Reaching my house, I let myself in, there was a funny smell, like food. Why could I smell food? As I walked into the hall, I could see the light was on and there were noises. My day had suddenly got a lot better as there looking handsome in his apron with ‘the world’s best chef’ written above a pug and cooking me a Chinese dinner was Mark and on the table was a vase of red roses.

“Hello beautiful” he said, “I was wondering where you were, but you are home now, take your coat off and sit down, I got the feeling that you need some cheering up”

“Oh Mark, wow” I said speechless, Mark, dinner and roses, really what more could I ask for?
flower roses red roses bloom

©Marian Wood 2019

About Marian Wood

I am Marian I am a married working mum, living in Kent, UK with two brilliant young children. I am not a very confident person and I am often down on myself. I get very stressed with work and family life, often struggling to relax and rest.

I started my blog because despite a few issues with my grammar I enjoy writing and I love reading. I have begun to write my first novel, but after writing about 29000 words I am a bit stuck. I do realise I need to get back to it and just write.

My husband and my children are my world. This blog tells our story of our ups and downs and also some of my creative writing.

Connect to Marian

Blog: https://justmuddlingthroughlife.co.uk/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EyeOfMazz
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marianwood76/

My thanks to Marian for permitting me to delve into her archives to share with you…I hope you will head over and enjoy reading them for yourselves.. thanks Sally

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – Short Story – Money, a row, a walk and a tight situation by Marian Wood


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

Today I am sharing the second post from the archives of Marian Wood and her blog Just Muddling Through Life Marian has been blogging since October 2018 and posts about family life, writing, fiction and poetry…for her second post I have chosen a short story…..

Short Story – Money, a row, a walk and a tight situation by Marian Wood

Where was I? My head was thudding. Laying there I tried to remember what had happened. The sound of a radio and an engine made me realise that I was in a car boot. My memory of the night’s events was a blur. After a row with the waste of space boyfriend Jamie, I had stormed out with the grand intention of walking home. He had been shouting after me and I had ignored his screams, the case of Candy knows best. Well, tonight she didn’t. Tonight, was stupid! What was I thinking? My mouth felt dry and I felt clammy. Shivering I longed for my comfortable blanket on my bed at home. Sighing heavily and now feeling the tears running down my face I knew this was not going to end well. Jamie wasn’t all bad, he had refused to pitch in once again for pizza. He has a job so he has the money to pay his share. Doesn’t have to forever sponge off Candy the doormat. So, what now? being driven to god knows where and I haven’t got a clue why.

* * * *

Reaching for another beer, Jamie heard his phone beep. Tutting he grabbed it, hoping she had regretted walking off. Hey, who really could resist Jamie with his magic hands? Reading the message, he felt chills. ‘Come to the lake or the girl gets it’.

A few nights earlier he had been sat in ‘The Royal Oak’ when mad Freddie had come in demanding his money. He knew that borrowing from a Lone Shark was a mug’s game but he had needed it urgently. Not having his money had not gone down well. He realised that he should have taken his threats seriously. Freddie had a reputation for the insane and now he had Candy. They had been together just under a year now. Candy knew that he was not perfect but she was not aware of his debts. Had she known she might have been more understanding over the pizza tonight. If she hadn’t stormed out then she would not be in this mess now. They would both be safely sat on his settee.

Freddie wanted his money and he knew that he wouldn’t stop hounding him until he paid him back with interest. Having tried all the banks, there was no one who would help.

* * * *

Lying in the darkness, I could not stop shaking. I could no longer feel my legs and my heart was racing. Why had I been captured? Listening to the sounds outside I could hear voices and then footsteps.

“What you done Freddie? Why the girl?”

“You know soft lad will do anything for her. He needs to produce my money or else”

“And what if he goes to the cops? What then?

“Oh calm down, Jez, he won’t, he’ll have my money somewhere or he’ll get it”.

“I do hope you’re right, kidnap is not our thing, money is.”

“Jez, this is ten grand we are down right now, he needs to cough up. If the only way to make him is to take his girl, then that’s what we have to do.”

“Well I do hope you’re right, the last thing we need here is coppers”.

“I’m right, you’ll see.”

Listening and taking in every word, at least I knew now why he hadn’t helped pay for the pizza. If only he had told me, rather then going to this lunatic. Wondering how much debt he was in, I realised that actually he really didn’t have that money. If he had he would have paid his share tonight. Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I found it missing. How long had I been out for? It was now I started praying. I have always believed in God, but I don’t go to church and I rarely talk to him. Now I needed a miracle. Hoping that he would forgive me for ignoring him for so long, I started to recite, “please God, please help me, please God, please help me.”

Becoming breathless I now became aware of the lack of air. Could car boots become airtight? It seemed this one was, meaning I needed to be let out soon. “Please God, please let me out, please God, please let me out”. Listening once more for voices, all I could hear was silence. Where would this nightmare end?

* * * *

Putting down his phone, Jamie realised he had exhausted all avenues. His only option now was the police or Candy’s parents. He had already spoken to his and received a rude response. What could he say to Candy’s dad, he knew he had no choice. Dialling their number a cheerful voice answered the phone,

“Hello.”

“Hi Wendy, could I please speak with Paul?”

“Of course dear,” she put the handset down and he could hear her calling him.

“Hi Jamie, what’s happened?”

“Very sorry Sir, but errr, hmmm, I need to borrow ten grand, err Candy has been kidnapped and I need to pay the loan shark to get her back.”

Paul Hickley was often calm in a crisis and this was no exception. Jamie was not really sure what his job was but he knew it was something important.

“Where are they holding her?”

“The lake sir.”

“Right, I will come and get you and we’ll go together”

Putting down the phone, Jamie hoped that he had done the right thing. Ten minutes later he saw Paul outside. Racing out, slamming the door behind him, Jamie asked,

“Do you have the money?”

“Yes, son.”

Jamie knew not to ask again. It felt like hours later when they pulled up at the lake.

* * * *

It was now that I heard voices, an exchange of words. Hearing my dad, I was shocked what was Jamie playing at? I now heard footsteps then air flooded my hiding place, Jamie dragged me out and told me to get in my dad’s car. It was now that all hell broke loose, first the men realised my dad had given them a bag of paper and then sirens were heard and the police appeared.

This is a night none of us will forget, my dad was the hero and my mum had called the police. As for Jamie my dad has gone through his finances and worked out a payment plan. The loan sharks are safe with the police. Finding myself struggling to breathe in an airtight boot is something I will be retelling for the rest of my life. As for Jamie, no more credit and sensible spending from that day onwards.

©Marian Wood 2019

About Marian Wood

I am Marian I am a married working mum, living in Kent, UK with two brilliant young children. I am not a very confident person and I am often down on myself. I get very stressed with work and family life, often struggling to relax and rest.

I started my blog because despite a few issues with my grammar I enjoy writing and I love reading. I have begun to write my first novel, but after writing about 29000 words I am a bit stuck. I do realise I need to get back to it and just write.

My husband and my children are my world. This blog tells our story of our ups and downs and also some of my creative writing.

Connect to Marian

Blog: https://justmuddlingthroughlife.co.uk/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EyeOfMazz
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marianwood76/

My thanks to Marian for permitting me to delve into her archives to share with you…I hope you will head over and enjoy reading them for yourselves.. thanks Sally

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck – What is the point of writing a blog? Why do I do it? by Marian Wood


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

Today I am beginning the four post series from the archives of Marian Wood and her blog Just Muddling Through Life Marian has been blogging since October 2018 and posts about family life, writing, fiction and poetry… In the first post I have selected, Marian shares some of the key benefits of blogging that will be useful to others considering starting a blog.

What is the point of writing a blog? Why do I do it? by Marian Wood

So really why write a blog

So really why write a blog? Why put all that time and effort into something? Maybe you feel that your writing is not good enough. Maybe you just have not got time or maybe it is concerns about the cost. Are you feeling you could not design a website? Feeling it is too complicated?

Well to set aside all those questions and fears, blogging can be free! It can be easy and it could take you maybe 1 – 2 hours a week or whatever you are prepared to commit.
I started blogging due to feeling stressed with life and my children. I also love to write, my writing is not wonderful however, I like to think that I have a good imagination. This blog encompasses my children – my mum life and my writing. You will find poetry as well as fiction stories as well as tales of my children, they are hard work!

So why blog? Why put the time and effort in?

1. If you are creative and want to build on your writing skills or just enjoy writing it is a very worthwhile hobby. It also means that you have your own part of the internet.
2. I find it cathartic with all the stress of life, family and kids.
3. There is a large supportive blogging community. If you like to sit behind your computer and chat then blogging is something to consider. This is one reason why I love it so much.
4. There are many Facebook groups dedicated to blogging.

How do you have time?

1. It is your blog, you can do as little or as much as you like.
2. Once you start, you may suddenly find time that you did not know you have. Chatting to people and making new friends has that effect.

Creating your blog

I found WordPress, and I signed up for a free account, they then have free themes. This means that within minutes an amateur could be pouring all their feelings into a blog. Blogging has honestly helped me plus there is a whole blogging community.

1. Go to http://www.wordpress.com enter in your details and what you would like your domain name (web address) to be.
2. Choose a theme, there are many to choose from. My blog theme is Ashe and yes it is free.
3. Start blogging and publish, it really is that easy.
4. There is then the WordPress reader where you can read other bloggers blogs and they can see yours.

Once you start blogging you might decide that you enjoy it enough to want more web-space and consider paying for it or trying to monetise it. Don’t be in to much of a hurry but if you are ready then go for it.

You can sign up for a plan through http://www.wordpress.com and create a custom domain name. However, many bloggers are self hosted which allows you more blogging freedom..

My blog is hosted by Lyrical Host. I highly recommend them as they have been very helpful. Their customer service is excellent, for more see my review of Lyrical Host.

As a lyrical host affiliate if you enter my affiliate code Muddling10 at check out you will get 10% of your hosting plan. (This means I will earn some commission which will help pay for my blog).

Something to bear in mind is that other hosting companies might give you a good deal at the beginning but at renewal are likely to put their prices up. Lyrical host promise not to do this. Please look at my post and their website for their benefits. You will not regret choosing them if you do.

So I hope this answers some questions. if you are still considering starting a blog there is no harm in signing up for free and seeing how you get on.

This is based on my own personal experience and there are other blogging platforms such as Blogger. However, I have only ever used WordPress so I can not comment on the difference.

I hope this post has helped you and if you do decide to go ahead, happy blogging!

©Marian Wood 2019

About Marian Wood

I am Marian I am a married working mum, living in Kent, UK with two brilliant young children. I am not a very confident person and I am often down on myself. I get very stressed with work and family life, often struggling to relax and rest.

I started my blog because despite a few issues with my grammar I enjoy writing and I love reading. I have begun to write my first novel, but after writing about 29000 words I am a bit stuck. I do realise I need to get back to it and just write.

My husband and my children are my world. This blog tells our story of our ups and downs and also some of my creative writing.

Connect to Marian

Blog: https://justmuddlingthroughlife.co.uk/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EyeOfMazz
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marianwood76/

My thanks to Marian for permitting me to delve into her archives to share with you…I hope you will head over and enjoy reading them for yourselves.. thanks Sally