Whatever the next lot of ads are for I will try and make a sentence from.

Glee

painkillers

tax

broadband

car service

markets

scratchies

fast food

gym equipment

Now all I have to do is write a sentence with as many of these in it as possible.

Persia curled herself up on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face. At this time of year the sun streamed into this room unhindered, for the lush foliage of the summer vine outside the window now lay as a thick amber carpet on the flagstones. She flicked through the magazine on her lap, occasionally turning down the corner of a page where a gown caught her fancy. She found many of the gowns too elaborate for her taste and she could only understand half of what she read but it was plain that brides were the same the world over.

Simon, exasperated after a long discussion about wedding venues, had introduced the idea of a Turkish wedding with a throw away comment about getting married in her namesake, Persia. She’d told him not to be ridiculous but for some reason they couldn’t shake the idea and now three months later here they were about to inspect a venue in Alexandretta. Persia spoke some Turkish but she was relying heavily on relatives she barely knew to help her make arrangements.

The city moved to a different rhythm from what she was used to and she found it exciting, exhilarating and just a little scary.  She found herself swept up by the magic of the place. Of course the magic may have had more to do with the wedding than the city but she reveled in it.

Jane Austen may have written that a single man in possession of a fortune must be in want of a wife, but here among her older female relatives she found that the axiom that a single woman must be in want of a husband lived on. That she had found a man willing to take her at the age of thirty was cause for great celebration.

A sudden coolness on her cheek alerted her to the disappearance of the sun behind a cloud and the fact that she had been drifting along in her own private dreamworld. The mug of cocoa on the table was cold and it reminded her that time was moving on and there was much to do. She put the magazine aside, uncurled herself and slipped off the sofa. As she opened the door to let the cat in Persia started ordering in her mind the tasks for the day.

“Another day in paradise,” she thought.

I’ve decided to do an experiment. I’m going to take random words or phrases and see if I can write something interesting containing them. Andy has given me “Alexandretta”  and “axiom” and Eamon has given me the words “rhythm” and “exciting.” Tomorrow I will see what I can do.

I’m noticing how hard it is for a person of few words to blog. Blogging must be for people who feel the need to let everyone know every thought that passes through their brain.

You know what I hate? I hate the way dog lovers assume everyone loves dogs. They think they can go to the park or to cafes and think its sooo cute when their stupid dogs run around the place.

They think you won’t mind their dog running up to you and jumping all round you. Obviously no concept of personal space. I bet they would get upset if I ran up to their stupid dog and got up close and yelled abuse at it.

I would go so far as to say that its more annoying than bratty kids whose rudeness is just sooo gorgeous and funny and endearing.

I had a brilliant idea on the bus today. Imagine gingerbread made like a paperchain of people. You could cut it like a ready made paperchain or you could actually make it the same way you make a paperchain. Of course you’d have to put baking paper on the top before you folded it but it could be done.

I wonder if I could get my baking daughter to make it for me?

I shaved my legs tonight. I’ve never liked doing it, it always seemed like such an annoying, time consuming task. So one time I decided to time it. It took me 10 minutes. I couldn’t believe it was only 10 minutes, but it was. Something that I considered a fact ie shaving my legs was time consuming, wasn’t. Now I don’t put it off because I know its only a 10 minute job. I wonder how many other facts I ‘know’ are false. 

The bigs things that I believe I tend to think about. I’ve thought about why I believe them. I think about what the consequences are if I’m wrong. But what about all the things I don’t really consider to be ‘beliefs?’ What about all the day to day things that I know to be facts, but maybe aren’t?

What if our perception of ourselves is the opposite of how others perceive us? What if we know something is too hard when its not? What if we know other people think something, but they don’t?

Jesus said “You will know the truth and the truth will set you free.” In this verse “truth” can also be translated as “reality.” That isn’t just true for big things. And life has more little things in it than big things. So if all the little things I ‘know’ are wrong, what will my life look like?

Just a thought I had when I went off to shave my legs.