Weekly Photo Challenge : On Top : On Top of New York City

On Top

It can be a feeling, a perspective, or a physical location — share a photo that says “On Top.”


first glimpse of City life

first glimpse of City life

Macy's from hotel rooftop

Macy’s from hotel rooftop

On top of the Empire State Building

On top of the Empire State Building

On Top of the Rock

On Top of the Rock

On Top of the Rock looking over at The Empire State Building

On Top of the Rock looking over at The Empire State Building


It can be a feeling, a perspective, or a physical location — share a photo that says “On Top.”

Weekly Photo Challenge: MONUMENT…Stonehenge



The Eiffel Tower? Stonehenge? Your town’s sole traffic light? For this week’s photo challenge, blow us away with your take on the monumental.

In this week’s challenge, show us your take on a monument (broadly defined). It could be a fresh angle on a well-known tourist site, or a place nobody knows outside your community. It doesn’t even have to be an official monument. A legendary coffeehouse, a churchyard cemetery, the remains of a treehouse you’d built as a kid — anything can be monumental as long as it’s imbued with a shared sense of importance.



Stonehenge United Kingdom

me at Stonehenge

me at Stonehenge







Finally after an interesting day in the ruins, I take a well needed breather under a monumental oak tree back in the city of Bath.





Yogi Bear and Madison puppy update

Time to update the puppies progress as since I last wrote about Yogi and Maddie they have celebrated their first birthday, its so hard to believe a year has passed since I let you all into the secret that 2 puppies were born and would be joining old boy Jack in the summer.

So for those of you that missed that moment here is the first picture we took when we brought them home at 11 weeks old and introduced them to a grumpy but gorgeous ten year Boxer Jack ( note his bandage on his little leg)

kisses for grandpa Jack from baby Maddie

kisses for grandpa Jack from baby Maddie

Jack bonds with the puppies...up close.

Jack bonds with the puppies…up close.

 Then came the first walk on the dreaded leads

Yogi's first lead walk

Yogi’s first lead walk

Madison's first lead walk

Madison’s first lead walk

They were just so cute!

Pups on one of their first walks.

Pups on one of their first walks.

They learnt to strike a pose for the camera very quickly.


They spent the summer growing and growing and growing.


Can we come too mummy? we have our ball ready!

Can we come too mummy? we have our ball ready!

Yogi grew bigger by the day and so very handsome

Handsome Yogi Bear

Handsome Yogi Bear

And Maddie grew prettier and prettier

mummy's princess inside my heart

mummy’s princess inside my heart

Their first birthday arrived on the 29th March and their litter brother and sisters sent them birthday cards and presents ( I kid you not)



And we had a tea party and cakes with candles!


And they ended the day with a great game of chase with their new birthday kong balls

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1 year on and these beautiful puppies have enriched our lives and filled our days with fun and laughter and unconditional love.


Sugar xoxo


Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty is more than just a number.


Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty



No rules. Just stick to the word count — no more, no less than fifty words. You shouldn’t think too much — the truest writing is intuitive.

A fifty, much like a poem, challenges readers to tie up the loose ends, interpret the blank spaces between the lines, and use their imagination to fill in the gaps.

So, can you tell a story in just fifty words?




dove in flight by mark gorman on Flickr

dove in flight by mark gorman, via Flickr


Panic attacks


Addictive personality

Over eating



Play the clown

Mask painted on.

Metophorical knife tearing my flesh

Dear God make it subside

Can you hear me?

Make me normal

What is normal?

Not me 

Borderline neurotic 

On the edge

Off the grid

Let me breathe





Anxiety is my middle name.

#anxiety #cardio

I am supposed to be working, in fact I am up to my eyes in paperwork and spreadsheets and I’m going around in circles and getting nowhere fast…enter panic, depression and his friend anxiety who has brought his brother OCD in for the crack.

The computer sits in front of me like a smirking evil demon.

Suddenly I have opened a new tab and log into WordPress with the need to write some meaningless sentences that mean jack shit to anyone including me, but I just need to feel my mind move in a creative way for the first time in a while if only for a few short minutes.

I feel trapped here already and the summer hospitality season is only just kicking in.

The laminator in front of me seals with a ferocious heat the printed off sheets of paper that form my menus..yet that heat is binding me also bonding me like super glue to this building for the 7th year on the trot.

I can feel my anxiety attacks bubbling once more under the surface threatening to erupt any moment. I have battled this mental illness combined with severe hidden OCD since I was 14 years old, I tell nobody I hide it well…its getting worse.

My heart is banging away and my breathing is shallow, doom laden thoughts fill my every waking minute…so I type away here hoping to find a sense of calm.



I have a hidden urge to write or at least play with words but I need to earn a living and my kind of writing doesn’t endear many let alone enough people to make playing with my imagination my living. My grammar is appalling, my punctuation worse and the subject matters dire. I live in a dream world so reality within my writing is not in my comfort zone. 

Writing my banal random nonsense however poorly calms my soul…its my meditation.

There is nothing else to write today, just wanted to pour out a sudden’ feeling lost and terribly scared unable to breathe’ emotion here in my personal space and maybe when I re read it later, life will all make sense to me.

I doubt it though.

Sugar xoxo

Daily Prompt: Looking out my back door: At a film crew.

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door

Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.


Outside my tearoom window I can see the cast and crew of a Welsh television company called S4C . Our seaside village is the location for a fictional  romantic comedy and for the past week it has caused great excitement and a fabulous vibe. 


The drama will be in the medium of Welsh so unless you live in Wales you wont get to see it, but hopefully if its a success it will be filmed in both Welsh and English like another Welsh success ‘Hinterland’ .

The cast and crew have been in various locations around the village but outside my window is where most of this weeks action has taken place. and more than once has one of us has unwittingly walked into camera shot or talked too loudly and ruined things ‘ cut’ ! 

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All these photos have been taken by myself from my windows. above you see the classic Stag car and the leading lady in a pink vintage coat and the leading man Steffan Rhodri who is a very well known actor in the UK  ( Dave Coaches in Gavin and Stacy) is closing the boot of the car.


The crew measure distances for filming.


I arrive for work and switch on the lights in the kitchen and see all these people outside my back windows.

” Oh Dave what’s occuring”? 

Great week of window watching and fan girling, we can not wait for them to all return in May.

Sugar xoxo


To the Woman Behind Me in Line at the Grocery Store


Re blogging this because it moved me so much. Thank you for sharing this and I will share it to my followers to show there is still human compassion. a heartwarming post. x

Originally posted on True Stories of a Midwest Yankee:

Dear woman behind me in line at the grocery store,

You don’t know me. You have no clue what my life has been like since October 1, 2013. You have no clue that my family has gone through the wringer. You have no clue that we have faced unbelievable hardship. You have no clue we have been humiliated, humbled, destitute.
You have no clue I have cried more days than not; that I fight against bitterness taking control of my heart. You have no clue that my husband’s pride was shattered. You have no clue my kids have had the worries of an adult on their shoulders. You have no clue their innocence was snatched from them for no good reason. You know none of this.

What you do know is I tried to buy my kids some food and that the EBT machine was down so I couldn’t buy…

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