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Writer's Block: It's the Little Things
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Oh, there's always something. I just have to recognise the opportunity when it comes around, and act upon it. Sometimes, it's a moment of reassuring physical contact, touching the arm of this friend of mine who'd had recent surgery - or it's laughing out loud at something hilarious I've shared with the folks.
My nephew and I were in the library once, and I had a little pendant ocarina with me. Right underneath a sign which read "SILENCE" I belted out a couple of bars of "Boys And Girls Come Out To Play" and, looking at my nephew, yelled "LEG IT!"
Another time, a bit closer to the present, whilst in Manchester I spotted a little Buddha figurine = one of those little Laughing Buddhas, made out of yellow glass. It looked like a little solid blob of honey. I gave it to Mum, who has long wanted one of those little Buddhas for her home.
And yes, she's a Catholic.
Oh, there's always something. I just have to recognise the opportunity when it comes around, and act upon it. Sometimes, it's a moment of reassuring physical contact, touching the arm of this friend of mine who'd had recent surgery - or it's laughing out loud at something hilarious I've shared with the folks.
My nephew and I were in the library once, and I had a little pendant ocarina with me. Right underneath a sign which read "SILENCE" I belted out a couple of bars of "Boys And Girls Come Out To Play" and, looking at my nephew, yelled "LEG IT!"
Another time, a bit closer to the present, whilst in Manchester I spotted a little Buddha figurine = one of those little Laughing Buddhas, made out of yellow glass. It looked like a little solid blob of honey. I gave it to Mum, who has long wanted one of those little Buddhas for her home.
And yes, she's a Catholic.