A Room Without a View #Titannabell 10

Soon the King and Queen declared an end to the proceedings to allow their hosts to rest and prepare for the celebrations that were to follow. Titannabell was getting to a point where people couldn’t tell where the cushions ended and her rear began; in any event there were going to be some very flat cushions. The royal party were led off by a team of household servants that were respectfully followed by an armed guard. The servants opened the door to the breakfast room and stood back to allow the giant princess to say goodnight to her parents. Meanwhile, the guards were reluctant to follow the King and Queen and only followed when they heard a cough from up ahead. Inside her room, Titannabell was arranging a pile of cushions on the mattress. The room had a stone floor but there were lots of red satin blankets lining the walls and windows.

Inside the Jungle

At the centre of this maze is a colourful plastic blue wavy slide which has enough room for two youngsters to slide down together. The bottom leads into a colourful ball pit, of which parents and guardians gather round to encourage their charges to descend. The whole thing is wrapped in black rope and bright plastic soft foam poles to create a giant safety cage which is topped by a soft floor. The ground floor is shaped by punch bags which descend from ceiling to floor and there’s a section which has these running vertically as well for people to squeeze through. There’s also giant shapes to pass through before crawling up the towers to the upper levels. At the top, there’s a tower which allows you views of the barn and giant shapes to move about. It’s great exercise and little ones will love being chased through this conjecture. 

Vigil

This was a dark bit of drama that took a while to get going. It would have good to see development of the key characters throughout the series rather than feature them towards the end; for instance Damson could have been added as a welcome buddy for Silva rather than be a background character since they boarded the sub together. I felt that the land team worked well together to pursue their side of the investigation once a trust between the police and the military had been established; although you would have thought that the navy would have their own investigation team to deal with scenarios like these. You’d think that a well-run ship operating in close quarters would have a better sense of teamwork and be more welcoming towards newcomers, but perhaps frustrations were high because of being on patrol for too long. But it all made for an interesting piece of drama which came together well at the end, even though it was a bit predictable once the killer had been identified. 

The Play Barn

Garden centres will do anything to get that extra footfall nowadays. So much so that they’ve actually created a clientele that’ll quite happily walk through the whole building to get to the feature that they require. But the owners will happy if someone will part with their cash somewhere on the premises. In this case, an old barn has been converted into a soft play area. There’s even a café a coffee shop which has been separated into both adult and child sections to focus on the play area. Adults sit on low tables mounted on painted red mushrooms with white spots while their child runs amok in the play area opposite. A button operated safety gate stops the child from disappearing into the outside world. You can spend a day here having any meal you want so long as the barn’s willing to stay open. There’s even a separate small area for smaller children. 

Time Waves #dreamdiary 123

We’ve been out for a late afternoon swim at a leisure centre. We’ve had to get a bus to get here and we looked up the bus to get back before getting into the pool. The wave machine’s just been turned up and we’ve swam away from our other friends into the deep end to enjoy ourselves. As the waves die down, we realise that we haven’t seen them in a while. It suddenly dawns on us that we have no sense of time and we swim over to the wall to discover that we’ve missed our bus home. We start to wonder why our friends didn’t come over to find us unless they assumed that we’d already gone to get changed. Back at the bus station, we discover no other way to get home that day and that it’s actually cheaper to stay in a budget hotel rather than pay someone to drive out to collect us, so we check in.

Is e for Easy?

There’s a new trend emerging from these codes. Rather than giving them as a gift, we can buy them ourselves to save a bit of money, usually a few percent. We might be saving on paper but are we helping the environment by asking people to constantly keep their smartphones powered up? The annoying thing is the barcode. People come up to the till feeling all technologically empowered as they’ve arranged it all on their phone beforehand and they haven’t got to hunt around in their abyss of a bag to find that card or scrap of paper. Then, rather than waving their phone across a scanning device, you destroy that confidence by having to read out the number and key it into another screen. The entire process is very time consuming and if one character is entered incorrectly, you must repeat the process all over again. It might seem simple for the customer, but for the cashier it can cause a whole heap of problems. 

My Neighbour keeps on watching me through their window. Every time I look at her, she hides behind the curtains. Maybe she's just nosey, I don't know. Would it bother you if it happened to you and what would you do?

I often get the feeling of being watched when I come home. Often I think it’s a bored or nosey neighbour but usually it turns out to be next door’s cat confined to quarters for the evening. When I leave the house, I naturally I want to know what’s going on and I want to be sure that I’m leaving my home safe and sound. I wouldn’t just walk away if I can spot people hanging around who want to break down my door as soon as I’m out of sight. So it’s good to know that my neighbours are nearby so that if the unfortunate does occur, at least I’m vaguely aware of who’s at home at the time so that they may have heard or seen something suspicious. You never know, they may even take action themselves. And I like to think that I do the same for other people. I’m not going to sit and monitor the world from my window, but I would keep an eye out if I saw or heard anything unfamiliar. If you get to know your neighbours, you can build up a sense of trust. Just give them a smile and friendly wave, and you can be on your merry.