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Biscuit Crumbs…A prompt to a short Story #Prep

This week writing prompt from the lovely Lorna @ Gin and Lemonade is Prep

Verb: Prepare ( something) make ready. 


Biscuit Crumbs:

Crash! Ouch!

Trying to manoeuvre gracefully around the oil drum directly in my path I succeeded in clattering right into it. The biscuits I carried flew into the air and landed as crumbs among the shattered remnants of my plate.

“So pleased it wasn’t the best bone china”

The errant skateboard carried on for a few seconds and I was most unceremoniously dumped on my butt.



“That hurt.”

Watching my young grandson weave in and out with effortless grace on his skateboard evoked memories of my younger days when I was in marketing. My colleagues and I roller skating into an employer’s office to make our sales presentation.

It had gone so well on that occasion.

This had seemed like a brilliant idea, a novel way of presenting my Cup Cakes to Waitrose.

“What on earth was I thinking?”

Damm!  And ouch!  Back to the drawing board.

By Carol Ann Taylor.


I am loving these prompts from Lorna @ Gin & Lemonade… This one is # Puzzle


Unsolved by Carol  Ann Taylor…

The snow was coming down thick and fast, the weather had changed from a few light flurries of snow which didn’t settle, into a raging blizzard with frightening speed. The windscreen wipers struggling to keep the snow off the windscreen, it was building up with alarming speed and ferocity.

Jenny knew if she didn’t get to Sally’s soon she would have to stop and clear the windscreen as her driving visibility was fading fast the windscreen wipers getting slower and slower as the snow built up, she was squinting to see clearly. Already cars and lorries were abandoned by the roadside, the weather was getting pretty dire and Jenny was getting worried.

Wearing heels and a short dress  was definitely not the most suitable clothing to brave the elements in if she had to get out of the car and walk to make matters worse she had forgotten to put her warm jacket and boots in the car, well, the weatherman had said a mild Christmas was on the cards.

I hope Sally is ready, and I don’t have to wait or we will be lucky to get to mums in time for lunch. Then snow or no snow she will have something to say.

Jenny could just hear her mother saying “I see the pair of you turned up just in time to eat and I suppose you will both be off soon after, some work excuse or other, you don’t think about your old mum and dad spending most of Christmas alone do you?

You just wait until you have kids and they treat your home like a restaurant” Then you will know how we feel, you mark my words.

“There will be no both of us now, mum” 

The car spluttered to a halt outside Sally’s little flat. Jenny could hardly see out of the windows  and she recalled that time 10 years ago when getting out of the car had also been a struggle as she battled the wind and driving snow while trying to open her car door, how she struggled up the path to the front door her face stinging from the driving snow. Stamping her feet to remove the snow as she went up the steps to Sally’s front door, how the door was swinging backwards and forwards in the wind and how she thought that Sally couldn’t have closed it properly when she came home last night.


Jenny remembered calling Sally’s name as she stepped inside the tiny flat, how the heat hit her and how she involuntarily shivered and felt a chill run through her.

How the kitchen was tidy except for last night’s dinner plate in the sink, the cat was mewing outside sounding desperate to come into the warm, his scratching getting more and more frantic, breaking the silence. The living room was quiet except for the Christmas tunes that Sally loved, playing quietly in the background, the tree lights twinkled, the presents unopened around the little tree, except for one which lay on the chair the pretty wrapping paper discarded on the floor.

Tap, tap on the window, the noise made Jenny jump it was Mrs Brown next door saying. “Come on in Lovie don’t sit out here all on your own, you will freeze to death. Come on in and have a hot toddy with us before you go to your mum’s.”

‘Thank you, Mrs Brown I was just……

“Oh love, don’t cry … Sally has gone, she is not coming back, you know that don’t you?”

“I know, said Jenny tears running down her cheeks, I know.”

About Carol Taylor:

Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.

I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.

Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.

Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!

Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology: https://www.amazon.com/Phuket-Island-Writers-Anthology-Stories-ebook/dp/B00RU5IYNS

Connect to Carol

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a great week 🙂 xx

Salt Water Taffy! By Carol Ann Taylor.

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Salt Water Taffy by Carol Taylor.

Brilliant turquoise in colour, my fingers now sticky on my screen, sweet nothing on my tongue with a sort of fudge-like texture.  Would I eat another?


The disappointment flooded over me when I realized it wasn’t a blueberry flavour.

But, instead, it invoked pictures in my memory of a hazy blue sea,  sailboats, men in boaters,  ladies in bloomers and those wonderful beach huts which are now so in vogue. Children running along with kites, donkey rides on the clean white sand. Ice Cream and Candyfloss

How one tiny rectangle of sweet stickiness could evoke long-forgotten memories of an idyllic childhood was truly amazing.

Long Live Salt Water Taffy.

What is salt Water Taffy then where did it originate?

No one really knows but a man called Joseph Fralinger who was a former glass blower and fish merchant from Atlantic City opened a small concession in the mid-1880’s selling lemonade. After taking over a taffy stand he began to perfect his own recipe for Taffy. An entrepreneur at heart he packed one pound oyster boxes with Salt Water Taffy and launched the first ” Atlantic City Souvenir” today this one pound box still remains the most popular souvenir.

Today there are over 155 flavours of Salt Water Taffy and not a drop of seawater in sight.


If you have enjoyed this post the short very short story came about when on a writers retreat we were given a Salt Water Taffy and Five minutes to write our thoughts down…

If you enjoyed my little experience of a Salt Water Taffy please hit the share buttons x

The Charade – Chapter 10

My turn again…I love how this is developing 🙂

S C Richmond

Chapter Ten

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It was getting late and the street lights had just come on. What had started out as an adventure to find a new dress was turning into a fruitless search.

   They were either too much money or dresses that she wouldn’t wear they were tacky and cheap.

The euphoria she has felt earlier had all but gone ….Shoulders slumped she started to make her way back to her room..That lonely room..Where the nightmares always came.

   Turning the corner she saw some twinkling lights come on and noticed a little shop..It lay back from the other shops which surrounded the markets stalls.

   She drew closer and saw a delightful little Christmas scene in the window someone had decorated it so beautifully,  everything twinkled and sparkled, she wondered who had been so artistic and clever, it caught her breathe, it was very lovely. The…

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The Charade – Chapter 5

Who is the Girl and why is Karl following her…Does he know who she is? or is it just a job to him?

S C Richmond

Chapter Five

She walked along the street, she still couldn’t shake off the afterthoughts of the dream. The feeling of happiness the card had offered dissipated and she started to feel uncomfortable for no apparent reason, she picked up her stride and headed to her bosses house. She walked past a bakers and the smell of the newly baked bread almost drew her in, she promised herself she would go in on her way home and treat herself to something sweet with the money she was due, the display in the window held trays or oatcakes and a beautiful sponge cake, she silently wished she could afford to fritter her money on something that trivial. She turned right into a long row of houses, these were a much better class than the house she had to live in and here there was only one family to a house. Each house…

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There is nothing better than a friend, except a friend with chocolate.

Well unless it’s a bottle of wine……I went shopping to get the ingredients for the Irish Cream and I got them all…still in shock as when I have a recipe it’s very rare to get everything I want under one roof or indeed get it all……. or you just drive from one end of the island to t’other in the hope somewhere will have it …….But that’s the downside of living on a tropical island…but lots of positives like lovely fresh fruit, fish and vegetables of all different varieties……So many different types of rice to..so not all bad…..so into the kitchen to mix the Irish Cream.…..Mmmmm, can’t wait to try it….. Oh and can’t get Peppa Pig….. and no snow!

Funny how one mans treasure is another mans trash..…and how history and artefacts have a  way of making sure that we know of their existence, where would we be if there were no yesterdays just the present….. what a sad, flat perspective we would have of the world…MI_4000Necklace_WikiCommonsThis seemingly innocuous crinkly band of yellow metal is 4,000 years old…….BUT

The necklace, called a lunala, was worn by the early kings of Ireland. It is thought to date from between 2,300 and 1,800 BC.

It was first discovered in March 1945 in Coggalbeg, County Roscommon by farmer Hubert Lannon. He found it in a bog while he was cutting turf and kept it in his home.

Two years later he passed the necklace on to a local chemist Patrick Sheehan, who kept the priceless piece of history in his shops’ safe. There it remained until February 2009, when two thieves grabbed the safe during a burglary. Working with the police, curators from the National Museum’s Irish Antiquities Division found out that the jewellery along with other documents and papers from the Sheehan’s safe had been left in a dumpster in Dublin.

They literally had hours to locate the dumpster before the trash would be collected. The detectives who waded through the dumpster of trash to find the delicate jewellery, which weighs just 78 grams. Must have thought it was like looking for a needle in a haystack ……but the luck of the Irish was on their side…Eureka!

That intrepid band of policeman found it!

In all three pieces, the necklace and two discs, which are thought to be one of the most important archaeological discoveries for many years….. Is it Luck? Fate?  or a set of conjoined freaks of good luck that made it possible?

It seems some things are destined to stay around to remind us of our glorious past…what do you think people will think when our artefacts are found in 4,000 years time?

6 Days to go …am I ready…nearly..… few last-minute bits to buy…..and make…Think I will make a trial run of mince pies today might have to just mix a bit more  Brandy with mincemeat although could use some fresh orange juice mmmmm…nah Brandy…haha….I have to keep it in the fridge here which make it a little harder …..note to self …buy extra fridge after Xmas…As I am doing so much cooking now…pickles etc and have to keep in fridge while fermenting etc as too hot and humid to keep in the cupboard. ( like in Uk )

This is one of my very first attempts at writing.

Penned on the recent Writers Retreat I attended…we were given either an object, a piece of music to listen to, go for a 10-minute walk, taken to a place or shown various pictures and then had 15 minutes to write. As I said before I was amazed at how many different thoughts came flowing out of the 12 of us…….We then chose to read it out or not and would get positive critique. This one I didn’t read out…….But …well ..read it and let me know…..

It shows how just scrolling through posts on FB and something like just a picture just catches you…

Willow the Wisp…by Carol Taylor.

Sitting,  flicking through FB my way of keeping in touch with family and friends from afar. I clicked like, I commented.  Suddenly like a blast from the past, a face appeared: my heart skipped a beat and a tear, unbidden trickled down my face. The outlines were blurred but still …. I felt that familiar stirring from within and I started to shake from the tips of my fingers to my toes.

My thoughts turned to him. The only person who had the power to make my bones turn to jelly.

I suppose the unexpected encounter…just a picture … my guard had dropped or just perhaps my need for someone. If I allowed my thoughts and myself to turn to him then I had to attempt to find some modicum of com­mon ground in the relationship aside from raw, physical sex.

Was that possible?

He was like Willow the Wisp invading my very being, catching me unawares.

My first love and my last. “A bit dramatic” I hear myself saying.

The End!


These are so cute:

….So love these…… if you like these and want to give them a go. It is a basic gingerbread recipe. You can find the recipe, instructions and template on my Pinterest under Christmas Recipes. The template is for home use only which is why I haven’t copied it to my blog but thought they were so pretty  I had to share.

Despite the quaint tradition of building festive gingerbread houses, gingerbread was once pretty serious business…….

Spices……. particularly ginger and cinnamon, have preservative properties, and it is thought that gingerbread was first professionally baked in Europe around the 11th century when exotic spices were brought back from the Middle East…….. Many credit one particular Armenian monk, Gregory of Nicopolis, with bringing gingerbread to France, where highly skilled gingerbread bakers were chosen to form professional gingerbread baker guilds that were highly regarded in the bakery profession.

In certain areas of Europe, only invited members of the gingerbread baker’s guild were permitted to bake and sell gingerbread commercially, with the restrictions only lifted by the Guild at Christmas and Easter – when any old cook or baker could give it a try.

Now, of course, cooks all over the world bake gingerbread at Christmas, some more ambitious than others………. The largest gingerbread house ever created was made by a group of bakers in Texas, the US – they built a 2,520-square-foot gingerbread house to raise funds for a local hospital, containing over 7,200 eggs, 3,000kg of flour, and an estimated 35.8 million calories…Wow some baking what a marathon.

This gingerbread house recipe won’t bake you a mansion but will show you how to create some dinky, pretty gingerbread houses….. So have fun and get making those houses.

Just sampled my first batch. of I….no not all of it…ha ha..and it’s pretty much the real deal……just a slight adjustment as it’s a little too sweet for me and then should be perfick…..yummy and a Merry Christmas…but still no snow……


Did you know?

You can cut soft cheese and bread with dental floss……… well I didn’t but it’s brought back memories of when I was a child and shopping with my mum for cheese …a wire was used …so same difference isn’t it? ….. wow so simple ……


Thank you for reading my blog…Wishing all my readers and their families a very Merry Christmas……..until  next time













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