Me Too!

I picked this up from Facebook this morning and followed the blog link, it’s a really interesting article about sexual harassment and some close encounters.  Elizabeth is brave sharing her own experiences and it made me think of mine.

I’m five years younger that she is, and the world was a different place. Getting groped was something that happened frequently. However, I do appreciate that I was lucky and nothing really bad ever happened to me but I heard and saw things,

My first experience was when I was seven. My brother and I were coming home from the shops when the driver of a lorry stopped us. “Would you like a lift?” We said yes, because it was exciting. He told us to get into the back. The back was open and it held old clothes and rags, we sat right at the edge with our legs dangling out. We told him where we lived and he took us home. It was really good fun and when we told Mum, she absolutely hit the roof. We couldn’t understand why she was so angry at us. It put the fear of God in us and we never did anything like that again.

It was not uncommon for a car to slow down and ask if you want to a lift. That happened on many occasions and of course, I said no and ran.

One day coming home from a night club on the bus, a Pakistani man got on, and despite the bus being almost empty, he came to sit next to me. I was suddenly aware how he was pushing himself against me. I moved up nearer the window, but his leg was still very close to mine. Uncomfortably close. He then started to slide it under mine. To this day I don’t know what he thought he was doing. When it was obvious this was not my imagination, I abruptly stood up and in a loud voice said, “Excuse me.” He scrambled himself back and I went to sit on another seat.

At school, girls were telling me there was a series of attacks where they lived. A group of lads would form a circle round a women and force their hand down their pants to have a grope. The thing that struck me most of all is the way I was told. Almost like it was normal, acceptable.

The grabbing of a breast, or a hand on the bum was expected, not liked, but it happened a lot in the 70s when I grew up. We now know much worse went on and even someone close to me said her headteacher regularly sat her on his knee and bounced her up and down for being a good girl.

It’s still incredible to me that these things went on, Read Elizabeth’s well written article here.

Elizabeth’s Me, too

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Moon Blanket by Karen J Mossman

Screen Shot 2018-09-19 at 16.18.51.pngThe first time I saw him he stood on the pavement ahead of me. He was waiting for someone or watching something.

He scared me from the get-go. Standing over 6 feet tall, he was a bald-headed with a large neck and biceps bigger than my thighs. He was wearing a tight black tee-shirt with no sleeves with his arms covered in tattoos. Long black-jeaned legs led up to a firm torso and a large barrel-like chest. I was an office worker, a little over 5 feet 2 in flats, making him seem like a giant.

Without making it too obvious, as I knew he spotted me, too, I crossed the road and looked into a shop window as if I was interested. After a moment, I walked on with a quick glance over my shoulder. He was watching me. Was I obvious?

Two weeks later I saw him again. I was going back to work after lunch. Getting away from the desk and air conditioning was a must for me. Looking up, he was there again. This time, he was standing on the street talking to two guys who looked rough. They had long hair tied in ponytails and dressed scruffily. I came to an abrupt halt and, for a moment, he glanced my way then continued his conversation. I didn’t want to walk past any of them. They scared me. So I turned round and went back to the office the other way.

This guy freaked me out, and I didn’t know why. We didn’t know each other; he was just a random guy on the street.

Ha! Ha! Me, Kristy Moon getting freaked out, but in reality, it was more than that.

My first proper encounter with him came on a night out with Sharon and Claire, my friends from the office.

We were heading to a nightclub in town for some dancing. I was in the middle linking arms with my two friends. I felt good because being short; my heels made me seem almost as tall as them.

As we approached, he was there on door duty outside the very club we were going into. He wore a brown bomber jacket and black trousers with black lace-up boots. There were gauged earrings in his ears, and they caught the light, flickering at me.  A tattoo of a snake ran around his neck, its tongue pointing in my direction.

“Shit!” I halted, jerking Sharon and Claire forward.

“What?” They both spoke at the same time.

My eyes locked with the big man before I broke away, “I’m sorry, I can’t go in there.”

Sharon looked vexed as they both faced me.

“What on Earth is the matter with you?” Asked Claire.

“Why can’t you go in?” Sharon asked at almost the same time.

A shiver passed through me at the thought of walking anywhere near him. I didn’t want to risk him touching me, afraid of what I might see. I turned away from him, breaking the spell I was feeding myself.

“Kristy, for God’s sake, what is the matter with you?” Cried Claire.

“I have a bad feeling. I need to go home.”

“What?” They gasped with disappointment. “No!”

“Yes. Go in without me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

They knew about my weird feelings although I never elaborated. They also knew I wouldn’t change my mind.

I hurried in the opposite direction, but only got a few steps when a shadow engulfed me, and my heart jumped into my mouth.

“Excuse me?” A finger on my shoulder was the worse thing he could have done. I spun around, and instead of seeing him I had a premonition.

His large hands came for me, his mouth forming a yell in a screwed-up face. His whole body was about to crash into mine.

I was terrified until he morphed back into his present self.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

“No!” I snapped, staggering away from him. “I have to go!” I couldn’t tell him what I had just seen, that he would attack me in the future.

Thankfully, as I ran away, he didn’t follow, and I made my way home. I was desperate for the comfort of my blanket. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming out in gasps. The panic I felt until I reached my front door was almost overwhelming. I ran to my chair and wrapped myself in the blanket and closed my eyes. My breathing and heartbeat slowed. I rubbed my cheek with the blanket; it always calmed me.

I’d had it all my life. Granny Moon wrapped me in it on the day I was born as my mother slipped away.

She knew I was special from the start as she and Papa brought me up.

The wool from the blanket came from clothes worn by her father and herself and that made it Moon protected. She told me I had her gift and in time I would learn to use it.

I didn’t look upon it as a gift, but more of a curse. Granny Moon died before she could guide me and help understand it.

It warned me of things to come, but it was not always clear what I saw. The big man was clear. He was fearsome and I didn’t know why he would attack me.

When people touched me, I know things about them. Soon my reputation was one of being a bit weird.  I also found that people would come and ask about their future.  It didn’t always work like that. My visions were unreliable, or maybe it was me misreading them. Granny was not here to guide me.

My problems began when I told a lady she should avoid bridges. I had such a strong vibe from her when she shook my hand. It turned out it was her daughter who needed the warning. One stormy night, the river washed away a bridge in town. The daughter travelled over it, and was lucky to get away with her life. She suffered serious injuries, and her mum blamed me. I know it upset her and couldn’t blame her.

That taught me a valuable lesson. I needed to be more careful. My reputation was irreparable and gave me no choice but to leave town. I didn’t want to live in the shadow of Granny Moon, where people comparing me to her.

Taking my Moon Blanket, I moved to where no one knew me, and as I snuggled in after an episode like today, I could hear Granny talking. It was as if I needed to get away to hear her voice clearly.

Now sitting here, I got up, changed my clothes and made a milky coffee sprinkled with cinnamon. I put the television on and lost myself in my favourite programmes. The big man’s face as he screamed at me was forgotten for a while.

The following morning I arrived at work. The girls were waiting to pounce.

“Your hot-looking guy is called Adam Reece,” said Sharon.

“He is not my hot-looking guy,” I said. “He’s my scary guy.”

I sat down and put my handbag in the desk drawer and switched on my computer.

“Are you put off by the tattoos?” Asked Sharon. “He had lots.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said.

“Then what? He wanted to know all about you.”

“He did? What did he say?”

“Only your name and phone number.”

“And where you lived,” added Claire.

My jaw dropped, and they giggled. “No, of course, we didn’t, but he knew your name.”

My stomach rolled. “How?”

They shrugged. “We didn’t tell him.”

I typed my name and password at the screen prompt. How could he know my name? We didn’t know each other.

It was all a little strange and more so, why a random man I had never heard of, would attack me.

No more was said, and I discouraged them talking about it further by not asking them, even though I was curious. I was also still a little afraid.

On Saturday I was cooking a lasagna. We would have a girly night with wine and a rom-com.

As I headed for the supermarket, my head was already in the kitchen putting all the ingredients together and imagining an evening full of laughter and wine. Walking along the pavement, I zoned out of everything around me.

Suddenly, all hell let loose as I heard a roar and a screech from behind. At the same time the big man, Adam Reece appeared, almost flying towards me. His face scrunched up in, what? Alarm? Anger? In that instant, I couldn’t tell. I could just hear him roar and that terrible noise behind me.

His arms engulfed me before I could react, and as if by slow motion, we flew before slamming to the ground. That was the last thing I remember.

When I came round I instantly knew that something was wrong. I couldn’t move my head and my neck was sore. My right arm felt heavy, and my shoulder didn’t feel right either.

“Kristy?” Said a voice at the side of me. “Kristy, open your eyes, love.”

I did and for a moment the light was blinding. When it evened out, a women’s head came into focus.

“Hello, Kristy. I’m Karina, the nurse looking after you.”

“What?” My voice came out as a croak and I coughed.

“You’re in the hospital and you’ve had an accident,” she was saying.

“An accident?” I repeated because I didn’t quite believe her. I was attacked, wasn’t I?

“A bus careered off the road. You’re very lucky to be here.”

It came back to me in a flash. Adam Reece wasn’t attacking me. He was saving me.

“Adam?” His name felt strange on my lips.

“He’s down the ward. He saved your life, from what I hear.”

I’d broken my collarbone and my arm, or rather Adam did as we hit the concrete. He suffered two broken ankles as the bus wheel passed over them.

Claire had been to my flat to bring me some things, and my blanket came with them. It was what I needed to heal.

How could I have gotten it so wrong? Again?

The following day I felt much better except for a heavy plaster cast on my arm,  held up by a tight sling so it didn’t pull on my collarbone. That would heal on its own as long as I didn’t put pressure on it or move it around.

They would discharge me soon, but there was one thing I needed to do first.

Adam was sitting up in bed reading; he had small wire-rimmed glasses on that made him look less frightening, and the white hospital gown that made him look different from the fearsome man I remembered. His his feet and lower limbs were encased in plaster. I tapped on the door with no idea what to say, apart from the obvious, which felt inadequate given the circumstances.

He looked up with  surprise. “Hello.” He took off his glasses and put them and the magazine on the bedside cabinet. “Come in.”

“Hello Adam,” I said feeling a little silly standing there with my blanket draped around my shoulders.

“Take a seat,” he indicated one against the wall. “Can you manage?”

I pulled it towards the bed and sat down. The blanket fell from my shoulders against the back of the chair. My voice failed me as I stared at him and he looked back at me. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to speak as we held each other’s gaze. I felt we were communicating without talking.

Goosebumps shot up my arms and I had to look away. “I came to say thank you, but more, to ask why?”

His gaze shifted to a spot just behind my shoulder.

“I don’t know. It’s just something I did.” His eyes came back to me and I knew there was more. He blinked twice and then said, “You’d think I was crazy if I told you.” His eyes flickered over my shoulder again and I felt a presence behind me. The hairs on my neck stood on end and my shoulders went still. I knew before he said it.

“Sarah Moon.”

I fought the urge to turn around, afraid of what I’d see, or perhaps what I wouldn’t. There was another long pause before he spoke again, and I shivered despite the heat.

“Sarah came to me in a dream. She said I should look out for you.”

“Sarah is my Granny,” I said, and he nodded. “But why? How?”

“I don’t know. I never know these things.”

“What do you mean?”

He nodded again. “Not just Sarah, other people. Other dreams. I have to do what they say because, despite my bad boy image, I can’t escape who I really am.”

“And who’s that?”

He didn’t speak straight away. He wet his lips with his tongue as if he was deliberating.

“A guardian angel.”

I stared at him. He was serious. “You’re a guardian angel?” He nodded. “My Granny came to you because she knew this would happen?”

He grunted, and I leaned forward and took one of his big hands in mine. His fingers closed around the back of my palm. I felt only good in him. I saw how he’d spent his life fighting against what he was and how he couldn’t change what was in his heart.

Once again his eyes moved past my shoulders, and I saw a faint smile play at the corner of his lips.

“She’s here, isn’t she?”

He nodded and I still couldn’t turn around. Goosebumps flooded my body. “Does this happen to you a lot?”

“Never like this. Never so intense.”

I smiled. “That’s my Granny.” I looked down, and he was still holding my hand, his thumb was brushing my skin. I looked up and into his eyes and they met mine.

“Granny raised me and she has protected me ever since. She heals me and now she will heal you.” Standing up, I picked the blanket off the back of the chair and draped it around him. Making my way to the door, I stopped and turned to him. He had both hands on the blanket as if he could feel its power. For a moment I saw a shape shimmer beside him.

“Granny is with you.”

He nodded. “I can see her.”

Smiling, I knew my gift, with Adam’s help, would never be a curse again.

Screen Shot 2018-09-19 at 16.15.34This one of the stories one of the stories in the The Magic of Stories Book.


Turn it off and wait for the twitching…

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This article caught my eye this morning. It’s really interesting and of course, I asked myself the same question.

Could I switch off my phone for one day?

Could you?

On 22nd September, it’s switch off your phone day, I’m considering it. If I do, i shall report back here. If you do, please let me know.

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I wrote this many years ago as an exercise from this newspaper clipping

A quiet street turned into a river of blood yesterday when a tanker sprang a leak. More than 2,500 gallons of offal cascaded into the road after a pipe burst as the tanker pumped the blood into a waste tank. Resident Philippa Leavey of Upper Bucklebury, Berkshire, said, “It was like a river of blood coming down the road. “Now the blood has congealed and cleaners are trying to scrub it off the surface. It stinks and it’s horrible.” A Thames Valley Police spokesman said: “The road will be closed for at least 24 hours. I gather that the smell is appalling.”

Jenny’s romance was over. It had lasted three weeks, three wonderful weeks. She had fancied Connor McGuire for months and it had taken a long time for him to notice she even existed. However, he had noticed her and they began dating. He was all she ever wanted in a man, big, muscular, tall and dark with a roughness she found attractive. Unfortunately, though, he did not feel the same. Oh, he was very nice, very apologetic but she was not the girl for him. He said he hadn’t wanted to upset her.

Upset her? She was devastated. She had wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. So that was why she was sitting alone at the table of her flat working her way down a bottle of vodka.

She’d drank 3/4’s of it when she heard an almighty crash. Getting to her feet, she felt light-headed as she stumbled through to the kitchen. Had a cupboard fallen? No, the kitchen was just as she had left it.

The noise was so unusual she ran the down the stairs, stumbling slightly at the bottom. “Good,” she thought to herself. “I’m drunk, it’ll dull the pain and soon Connor will become a nobody.” She sighed and opened the front door.

The cold air hit her in the face. Her head felt airy and light. She propped one hand on the wall to hold herself up. As she focused on the road, she saw a river of blood seeping towards her. She closed her eyes for a moment thinking that she was imagining it. When she opened them again, she saw her neighbours running from their houses. Then came the smell and she heaved.

“Bloody hell,” someone nearby yelled just as Jenny needed the vodka again.

The blood began to pool round the tyres of parked cars making the sight before her appear like a bloody battle.

The shouting and yelling brought Jenny round again. This was no drunken stupor. A large tanker had crashed into a tree. The driver was frantically trying to stop the flow of offal flooding from the ruptured side.

Jenny was drawn out with the rest of the people in the street unable to believe what was she was seeing. Some people were openly vomiting. She was glad she hadn’t had to face this sober.

The sheepish driver was getting nowhere fast as he looked directly at her. He was covered in blood and guts and looked like he was walking away from a horrific car smash.

It took Jenny a moment to realise why he was looking specifically at her.  It was Connor McGuire and he had never looked so bleeding bad.  She laughed at her own little joke before turning round and going inside for some hot, strong, hot coffee.



Anglesey Rocks

#Anglesey #rockpainting #hideandseek

Just recently I came across a Facebook website called Anglesey Rocks It has over 2K members.

Anglesey Rocks – literally! 🤘🏼 Nowhere has better rocks or coastline than our beautiful Anglesey, so join this fun page for adults and children alike to show your creativity and uniqueness. – Post a picture of any rocks you find. – Say where you found it. – Keep or Re-hide anywhere in the world. – Paint some of your own and hide. Enjoy!


As I wandered down the front by the sea at Holyhead in Anglesey. I found a painted rock in the monument. It didn’t have anything written on the back, so I wasn’t sure it was an Anglesey Rock one.


I posted it on the group and it turned out it was an Anglesey Rock one and they had forgotten to write on the back of it.  It had gone the next day.

A friend of mine paints rocks and some years ago she gave me some and they decorate the front of my bungalow. I even bought a locally crafted one because I love them.

I’d always fancied giving it a go and bought some acrylic pens and varnish. I then collected some stones from the local beach and set to work. I’m not very artistic but I really enjoyed doing these and even though I say so myself, don’t think they have come out too badly. It doesn’t seem to matter anyway, as looking at the photos on the Facebook page there is a mixed bag and its about the fun of finding them.


The bottom one, I kept for myself. This was one my friend had done for me, but the picture had weathered, so I peeled it off and painted over the top of it. It now adorns the front of my house and I feel quite proud of each time I come in through the front door.

The other two I took to Holyhead and hid – well, they call it hide, but its hidden in plain site really. if

Screen Shot 2018-09-01 at 17.01.56.pngToday when I checked Facebook I found this picture and it was a thrill to see someone enjoying what I loved painting!

The kids seem to love it, but I do too, and I’m nearly old!!

Some of these rocks will travel off the island and I recently saw someone had taken one to Scotland. I would be so pleased if that happened to one of mine.

I have to admit, I went back to where I put one and it had gone, that’s exciting! Then I saw what looked like a stone underneath a rock and thought, I bet that’s it. It will never get found there. So I went to retrieve it, and it wasn’t mine. It was an Anglesey Rocks one, and I was very excited to find it and couldn’t wait to post it on the page.


I think I’ve have found myself a new hobby!

When the holiday makers leave, it will die down but I shall continue to make some more, both for myself and for Anglesey Rocks. It will be interesting to watch the group to see how far the stones travel.