Tag Archives: spiders

Innocence #midnighthaiku

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The lodger appears Mother makes introductions Sons squeal in terror

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, Humour, sons, spiders | 19 Comments

Why you should own a feather duster…

Posted on November 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

As time has run away with me this week… one from the archives: To some the humble feather duster may conjure nostalgic visions of French maids and uniforms, to others they are a rather retro adjunct to the broom cupboard. … Continue reading →

Posted in Dogs, Humour, writing | Tagged cobwebs, sons, spiders | 63 Comments

Back to bedlam

Posted on September 6, 2017 by Sue Vincent

That’s it, summer is well and truly over. The young have returned to school and parents are variously heaving sighs of relief or fretting about those youngsters starting new scholastic adventures. I no longer have children of school age and … Continue reading →

Posted in Humour | Tagged back to school, cars, roads, spiders, traffic | 36 Comments

Guest writer: Jennie Fitzkee – The Spider Story

Posted on July 27, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“Oh, Sue. I need to tell you “The Spider Story”, one of the ‘Jennie Stories’ for my preschoolers. All true. That’s why children are glued when I say, “It happened like this.” The spider one beats them all, ” wrote … Continue reading →

Posted in Photography | Tagged baby spiders, children, fear, spiders, stories | 36 Comments

Secrets from fantasticpencils #writephoto

Posted on November 16, 2016 by Sue Vincent

If you listen carefully, can you hear old flirtations, snap of fans, rustle of silks? Can you see glitter of diamonds, reflections of laughter and the flicker of candles? Continue reading here

Posted in Memories, mystery, photo prompt, Photography | Tagged candlelight, ghosts, spiders | Leave a comment

Fly on the wall

Posted on March 7, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“Leave it where I can find it easily.” This was said with a grin of pure, unholy glee. I duly placed the small, plastic object in a convenient location, knowing full well what he was going to do with it. … Continue reading →