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Me – how I feel today 😀

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Have a great Thursday.

Simon 🙂


The Versatile Blogger Award

My lovely blogging friend Erika has just nominated me for this lovely little award. Erika’s blog is full of inspirational posts and a lovely smile 🙂

I’ve not had an award for a couple of weeks, to be honest I think I still have one to do from two weeks ago. I’ve loved writing this award and I’m very touched I got it from Erika – so thank you!


  • Thank the person who gave you this award.
  • Include a link to their blog.
  • Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
  • Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
  • Include seven things about yourself. I’m sure I’m repeating myself on a couple of them.

7 facts about me:

I’m sorry if I’m stating the obvious for those that already know me… but here goes.

1) I love reading and watching science fiction. I’m an avid fan of all and most scifi stories.

2) I’m friendly and I’m always keen for people to come and say hi 🙂

3) I’m good with my hands and generally I’m good at making things. Have a look through some of my recent posts.

4) I’m a bit of a hoarder… I can see the possible value in things even if it’s not immediate and I have throwing things away that could be useful.

5)I don’t like medical programmes with blood and guts – the same goes for horror movies.

6)I prefer a nice ale over a lager.

7) I love taking pictures and sharing them – I particularly enjoy just stopping when I see something beautiful and snapping it.

My Nominations:












There’s no pressure to do this award, but I hope you all will – you’re all great bloggies and some of you are good friends.

Simon 🙂

The Man on the Park Bench #BlogBattle #Scifi/Fantasy

It’s #Blogbattle time again and thanks as always to the great boss that is Rachael Ritchey for running this.

It was the first day of going to upper school and Daniel struggled to get his uniform on. It was, new far too big for him and he hated it.

“Don’t worry darling, you’ll grow into it” his mother had told him. He pulled his blazer on and his mum beamed with pride.

“Come here baby – I want a picture” She held up her smart phone and went to take a picture. He tried to raise a smile but it was hard as he felt like a prat! He blinked as the flash blinked and blinded him. Then again, three times mum had taken a picture.

“Have a great day darling” Daniels mum reassured him, kissing him on the cheek ” Have you got your lunch? Did you remember to brush your teeth…”

“Mum!” Daniel stopped her “I’ve got everything – can I go now?”

“Go on then. Have a good day!”

Daniels mum waved at him from the doorstep and watched him as he walked off to school. Finally Daniel was alone, it was only a short walk to school  and it was a good thing, his bag was heavy with every book, pencil sharpener and bit of sports kit he might need. Taking a shortcut through the park Daniel trudged on down the path, it would only be five minutes at most now. As he walked through the park he noticed a man reading a news paper. There was nothing so strange about that. But there was something about him. Maybe it was because he was kind of rough looking with jeans and a work mans coat, a broadsheet like The Times was not normally their type of paper. He looked like he was a builder and had been building for a long time. He had tanned skin, his hands were worn and he didn’t have much hair. What hair he did have was blonde, that was kind of strange too. Daniel caught himself staring, the man turned a page and caught him and gave him a stare. At once Daniel looked away. His eyes were piercing and what was that across his face – a huge scar!

Daniel hurried to school, his first day was manic, it seemed no one knew what was going on and the man on the bench was soon forgotten. However on his way home, he was still there. His head was back and he seemed to be sleeping. The paper was rolled up next to him. Daniel could see him more clearly, he couldn’t help but look at his scar. Day after day passed an whenever Daniel walked past the park bench there he was – either reading a paper, sleeping, or just sitting there – even in the rain. Once day he told his friend Alan at school about it.

“He’s a nutcase my dad says.” Alan blurted out in typical schoolboy fashion. Another boy – Steven overheard the conversation ” My dad thinks he escaped from the loony bin”

Daniel thought about this and he didn’t think he was either. One Tuesday morning Daniel took with him some sandwiches, two apples and a big wedge of his mum’s chocolate cake and took it with him. He walked up to him, nervous in a way and said “e-excuse me” The man looked up “Are you homeless?”

The man smiled, for the first time. “That my boy is a complicated question” Daniel was surprised, he spoke perfect Queen’s English. No accent, dialects, anything. Recovering his composure Daniel asked “why’s that? Surely you either have a home or you don’t?”

“I do have a home” The man replied “I just need to wait to be picked up”

“Who’s picking you up?” Daniel asked “I can call them for you if you like” The man chuckled quietly to himself and looked up.

“If only it was that simple”

“It isn’t?” Asked Daniel


“I’m Daniel, what’s your name?” For a moment the man paused, smiled and said

“Call me ALF”


“Absolutely, my name is ALF”

“I’m pleased to meet you ALF, I’ve brought you something because I thought you might be hungry” Daniel pulled out a Tesco’s carrier bag filled with the items he had taken from home. “I hope it’s enough for you”

ALF looked at the bag as if he had just been given a bag full of money, or a prized lost possession. “Thank you Daniel” he said with emotion “You have no idea what you have done.”

Daniel got up, pleased that he seemed to have done the right thing, he watched as his new friend looked through the bag and chuckled to himself with glee.

“I better go, I’ve got to go to school”

“Thank you Daniel” ALF replied, unable to contain his happiness. “You’re one in a million – a star!”

All day at school Daniel was distracted. His thoughts kept wandering back to ALF and how he had been so grateful for the food he had given him. On the way home ALF was sleeping on the bench, he thought it best not to disturb him and just went home. Daniel’s mum was not happy that he had taken so much cake that morning, but his excuse that he wanted his friends to try it seemed to calm her. That night Daniel couldn’t sleep, he looked out of his window toward the park – strange blue green glow seemed to come from the park, it wasn’t bright but it was definitely there and he wondered what it might be.

The next morning Daniel walked though the park as usual, ALF wasn’t there. But on the bench there was a slightly damp envelope with Daniel written on it. Assuming it was for him Daniel opened it and read the note inside:

Dear Daniel,

I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye, we had only just

met and I think you would have been a very interesting friend.

Your race is capable of so much, technically, creatively.

It’s a shame that these skills are used to hate each other

so passionately.

What you showed me yesterday was that your race

is capable of so much more than hating and 

while there are people like you within you race there

will always be great hope.

Never change who you are.

Yours truly, ALF.

Daniel didn’t understand what the note meant. Not yet. He never showed the note to anyone and kept it safe. During his darkest days it was his reminder of his brief friendship with ALF, the man with the scar across his face.

Copyright 2015 Simon Farnell

Sunday Baking

This morning i felt like i wanted to bake. I started with some cookies insired by fellow bloggie Claire.


Those sharp eyed among you, will see theyre slightly over done. But damn delic.

Next were the two victoria sponges, one for us and one to impress work. Dont salivate over this too much (im not looking at you Kristin) and i apologise for typos, tablet typing is pretty naff.


I hope you guys like a bit of cake and are inspired to bake something.

Simon ☺

Putting in my Kitchen

One of the most ball breaking jobs I’ve ever done, was putting in a new kitchen. Here are some of the pics i took while putting it in. Its not an easy job, not help by crappy overpriced units and walls that aren’t square. Getting someone in is no guarantee of quaity, its always a pigs breakfast.

Still, its more or less done. Ill spend the nect 5 years doing the 10 minute jobs thst are still needed.








Simon ☺