A Fast Woman
On Sunday the extreme weather meant I had to find a daring new approach to parish rounds.
I'd long suspected that beneath my church hat lurked a Hell's Angel and, after decades of demureness, I decided it was time to take blameless parishioners for a ride.
..and resolved to show the world I was a woman with balls.
My ruthlessness, though, proved to be my downfall:
So now I am resigned to life in the slow lane. But I have bought a racy new hat to live it in!
This week's challenge at Julia's Place requires us to add 100 words to the words the extreme weather meant. But, naturally, I was going to write about the snow anyway...
Love the new hat. Q. Are you loose as well or just fast?ReplyDelete
I admit various bits of me did feel rather loose on those gradients!ReplyDelete
You definitely have a racier side and that always comes out in your photo posts. That all look likes great fun and I now feel mean for not taking my boys sledging!ReplyDelete
You didn't take them? Anya, you failed mother!!Delete
I enjoyed that :) We need more women with balls!ReplyDelete
Balls leave me cold!Delete
Lovely. Great to see an entry with photos too. Very clever matching of words and pictures. Enjoyed it very much.ReplyDelete
Why thank you. And thanks for troubling to comment.Delete
Haha! What a brilliant take on the prompt, fabulous photos too! Really made me chuckle!ReplyDelete
You are too kind...Delete
That made me smile. Love the way you told the story with your photos as well as the words.ReplyDelete
Thank you. Seemed a shame to waste my brief moment of wild-living!Delete
I like this a lot. There are too many people worrying about the snow, who forget to just enjoy it! It's nice to see someone making the most of it!ReplyDelete
Oh, I adore it, but the Vicar is convinced it's the Devil's malice!Delete
Great take on the prompt and super pics.ReplyDelete
Go you :)
Oh, I will - next time it snows!Delete
My friend posted on Facebook that following her morning service at church there was a massive snow ball fight - we missed the morning service at our church between my hubby over sleeping (he had worked like 6 out of 7 of the last days and so I figured that he deserved some time to catch up) and the house being so cold we opted to staying home.ReplyDelete
(Before you call us heathens lol) We went to the evening service instead - we were stood about 30-40 metres away from my friend's car - he threw a snow ball at me and it hit the tree next to me, then he threw another one and it skidded along the floor next to me,
Sounds as though he needs to practise a bit! I tried flinging a snowball at the verger and missed but he got my 10yo full in the mouth!Delete
Great post ... Loved it _/\_ xReplyDelete
How nice to know. Thank you.Delete
I love your energy, and how you involved your parishioners in your madness.ReplyDelete
It's mission, not madness! And I love how you went to so much trouble to overcome the commenting obstacle.Delete
Lovely, lovely post. The photo's are great and it was a joy to see you enjoying yourself with the children & the older parishioners.ReplyDelete
The squeals of delight as you slid down the hill were very heart warming.
Did you ever get your snowball back?
All credit to you for the photos. It was they that gave me the idea!Delete
Wonderful! Loved the story told through some fab photos - looks like you had so much fun, and I so enjoy your sense of humour!ReplyDelete
Well, I enjoy your comments so we make an ideal couple!Delete
Those sleds can be dangerous in the hands of a ruthless daredevil like you! The photos really add to the story.ReplyDelete
They are indeed. The verger, having been dislodged by me, rode over the toe of the Lady from the Choir.Delete
Terrific post. Love the hat!ReplyDelete
Why thank you. Actually, it was my mother who bought it for me...!Delete
Hahaha. I love it! Especially with the photos. :)ReplyDelete
My response to the prompt: http://tinyurl.com/bg4ugbj
Thanks. I'll take a look.Delete