I sneaked off last week to Tenerife which was very relaxing, doing nothing was great for recharging my batteries. I missed you all, and only managed to see a few stories, intermittent Wi-Fi is my excuse. Thanks as always to Rochelle, a great wordsmith and leader and also to Marie Gail Stratford for her photo this week.
Bright lights lured her to the city.
Dreams of being feted as the next Supermodel filled every waking moment.
With other hopefuls, she pouted, strutted and posed on demand.
Her leather portfolio bought with birthday money, stuffed with photos so lovingly captured by Charlie, began to look scruffy as it was pawed over and scrutinised by agent after agent.
Two weeks without work, two weeks with little money left.
A photographer called her; she had something quite special.
Posing naked in a cellar, positioned like a piece of meat, she stared out through his bright lights and thought of home.
I received a summons telling me that I had been selected for Jury Service and I had to attend at the Crown Court a week last Monday. Since then I have been wandering around a place similar to this, going from jury room to courtroom and back again; moving from one court to another and meeting some great people all thrown together to be judges of evidence.
In case you have missed me, that is where I have been. I can’t tell you anything other than I should finish my service by the end of the week and will hopefully be back with you all very soon.