Angie the Archivist 📚🪶
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Labrador‘s personality🐕🦺… attention span of a gnat! 🙃
Top Stories: Race Against Time; Elusive Parkrun; Painting Pandemonium
The Quandry; A Parade Of Shoes; Shadow of You; Her Majesty Mia
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Counting on sisters…
Sisters… who needs them? Me! I do! I wanted them… but was sadly bereft of them! Three brothers, and not a sister in sight! Mind you, growing up in the rough and tumble of my family, a delicate, fragile sister may not have fared so well. Eye watering tea towel flicks were par for the course whilst enjoying… enduring our gruelling nocturnal escapades of transforming unwashed dishes into sparkling gems. Competition was stiff. A casual jog around the block with one brother became an attempt to break the 15oom record. Annoyingly, I remained two steps behind, from start to finish. Tears were futile… impotent to alter the outcome or heart. True, an unexpected spurt of speed was a ploy I’d planned to use, to snatch the win myself… but that’s beside the point! Surely, I was a sister full of sweetness and light! I was definitely a refreshingly tangy grapefruit gracing a sunny breakfast table — beware, unsuspecting diners!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Confessions
Pressure!
Pressure! I've yet to meet one person who walks this earth and is immune to pressure. Despite my laidback approach to life, pressure all too often rears its hideous head and slams me. Billy Joel’s 1982 New Wave Experimental Pop song "Pressure" snuck up on me and hit me over the head, much the same way pressure is prone to do!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Beat
Happy as Larry! ... Angie's Antics
Larry sure took us by surprise! Something went seriously wrong with our tried and tested Cyclone Alert System! Dad — our Weatherman — dropped the ball! It was his job to ring us up and alert us of the next tropical cyclone heading our way in Far North Queensland. We rarely bothered watching television and neglected tuning in to the News on the radio. Internet was slow, expensive and patchy at best. We lived our lives under a rock — as far as current affairs were concerned. Delightful days…except when a cyclone loomed without adequate warning or preparation time.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Families
Safe… secure… serene
Monday: 11:58 pm… Wonderfully weightless — I find myself wafting on the airwaves — slowly sinking lower — ever closer to the ground. I’m a feather, floating freely — to and fro — until I’m almost brushing the treetops. A few gentle sculling strokes of my arms, effortlessly propel me swiftly skywards. In moments, my supine body is once again above the slumbering world below… a balmy breeze caresses my upturned face. The dazzling diamonds of The Southern Cross constellation reassuringly smile down at me.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Fiction
