Opuss Is........ #repost #TH1 Opuss is a world of dreams Where words are penned And plots are schemed. Opuss brings forth skill and ardour It makes us folk try much much harder. See, I told you I couldn't write poetry! With apologies to all who have had to read this twice

I Wrote This For Seamonster, It's Still True! It's wonderful when you are old enough to watch your son with his own children. To see the love he has for them and the wisdom he teaches them. The pride you feel when you see his achievements is far more satisfying than anything you managed to achieve yourself. When I gave birth to him I hoped for him to be healthy and happy, I didn't think of, kind and clever, but he is! Now I have my fingers crossed for my grandchildren. opussmarathon

The End Of Something Special So Opuss has to end! I expected this to happen but I am very sad it has. As Adam's proud mother, I have watched the progress of Opuss from the very beginning. I enjoyed the thrill of seeing it being accepted and rated highly. Watched as the numbers of contributors grew. Saw lives being changed for the better and friendships forged. But I saw the worry too, massive amounts of hard earned cash disappearing without trace. It's a shame that no backer could be found, very sad. Few things in #life are for no reason, including Opuss. Well done to the whole team and all of you contributors too. You made my #life richer, caused a few smiles and tears and have a place in my heart forever! Where can I post Dave's terrible jokes now?

Another Of Dave's Jokes George Michael is promoting his own brand of cat food, 'Careless Whiskers' Sorry!

My Love Of Books #Childhood Memories I think you can recognise what formed the person you became, when you think back to your childhood. I grew up in a single parent family, with three older siblings, one brother and two sisters. I am seven years younger than the youngest of the three. All of them were avid readers and all of their books were stored in a cupboard in the kitchen. Heaven for me was to be allowed to sit on the floor, back against the wall and to read for hours. Enid Blyton was a great favourite, there were lots of stories about girls at boarding schools, having midnight feasts and jolly japes, ( I had no idea what japes meant). For a lonely child, living in the top flat in a council block, it seemed heavenly. I read about living on a farm, the idea of green fields and animals to care for, fired my imagination. I recall a story where a young couple was going to be married and the list of gifts was repeated many times. I was fascinated by the old farmers wife saying that she would give elbow grease! It took me years to realise what that meant. Because of that book cupboard I realised there was a #life that I wanted to live, miles from Hackney and the #life I knew. I still feel thrilled by the countryside around me, the animals and fresh air. I still find history gripping, the idea of the kings and queens, their struggles and deaths. The importance and influence of authors shouldn't be underestimated, as long as children are given the chance to read of course!