five minute friday

I found out about Five Minute Friday from my friend James’s blog. So it’s not technically Friday any more and I’m not even sat at my own desk. At least I wasn’t at my desk when I started this post. Now I’m finishing it on my phone between bites of my sandwich.

So the rules from Lisa’s Blog go something like this……..

We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

It started because I’d been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.

So now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes.

Your words. This shared feast.

This week’s word is……Broken.

This week has been tense. Today after work we were due to have our Annual Review for being foster carers, this meant between work, caring for Our Sidekick and the general craziness that ensues around here we really needed to pull the finger out and get on with making sure the house was spotless and presentable. Following going to the cinema with Our Sidekick yesterday I came home and worked on tidying some of the house. Chris and I had had a falling out earlier in the day and so all in all we were hot bothered and tired. I was on my hands and knees sweeping up in the hall way when Chris declared that “we are going to stop tidying – anything else can be done tomorrow” followed by “I’ve got something to show you please come out in the garden.”

Well I put my shoes on and headed down the garden. On the far side of the trampoline, was a blanket, Chris had also made a circle of tea lights in the grass around it. He set about lighting the candles but the lighter was broken.

He came up with a plan and managed to get the candles to light in the end. We had strawberries and mascarpone as well as “posh” fruit juice.