Life with two Smalls and a fistful of daydreams

I love Facebook, I do. But just sometimes it annoys me beyond measure – and not just when people have your/you’re/their/there/they’re issues.

Typing ‘amen’ under a photo won’t cure anyone’s cancer, nor will it prove my faith or Christianity to anyone.

Hitting like on a photo doesn’t prove my acceptance of Downs Syndrome or homosexuals or Muslims or anything else. Nor does it cure cancer.

Sharing a badly photoshopped image also doesn’t prove that I’m not racist or homophobic or anything else. It just fills everyone’s feed with crap.

I look at my Facebook to catch up with friends and family, see how they’re doing, nosey through their pictures, chat about ‘stuff’ – I don’t need to prove that I support the gay community by liking a photo of a rainbow and sharing it on my wall for everyone to see. If I have something to say on the topic I will just say it, liking/sharing a photo just seems to scream ‘Look at me! Look at how accepting I’m being! I am awesome!’

Ditto writing ‘amen’ or whatever under a photo of a clearly sick child. That’s not going to help, it’s not making a difference. I could say a prayer in private and ask for support and that’s fine – but publicly shouting AMEN! at a photo that, for all I know, has been found on Google search by somebody at random, just seems odd. I don’t say ‘amen’ randomly when I am told somebody is sick or I see someone in need – I do something about it if I can or I wish them well or say a prayer for them in my head. That way I’m not making it about myself in any way, nor am I shoving the whole event in other people’s faces. Plus saying ‘amen’ in those situations and under those photos doesn’t make any sense! Amen means ‘so be it’ – This boy has incurable brain cancer. Don’t scroll past without saying ‘so be it!’ – It doesn’t make sense, does it? Why not ‘without saying a prayer’? Still a bit random and pushy but at least it makes vague sense.

Give to charity, live your life in an open minded way, be kind to people, support and accept people, lend a hand and a heart where needed – that’s how you show support, not by liking or commenting on random Facebook photographs that you don’t know the origins of.

And as for sharing photos and videos of animal and human abuse with ‘share this so the sick b*stards don’t get away with it’ – don’t even go there. I don’t need or want to see it and I certainly don’t want to share it. Grant them internet fame for being cruel and evil? No.

Give money to charities, volunteer, do something that actually makes a difference – don’t just hit share and call them scum. It fills Facebook with negativity and does nothing to help anyone.

Right, I’m going to go away now and calm down in a corner. Rant over.

313.  Happy Birthday Caius!

 314. Birthday grown-up time 😝 Silliness in shops then bowling all whilst the kids were at school.

315. Started putting together this year’s Book Advent Calendar for the kids.

316.  Comfort food 😊

317. Spent today dressed as Pudsey Bear to raise money for Children In Need – hit £200 by the end of the day!  

 318. Kids at their Dad’s so we went out for belated birthday drinks and dinner with friends and rolled home at silly o’clock in the morning.
319.  Today was time for the annual trip to Ellerdine Methodist Chapel for the Operation Christmas Child service – these were my three boxes all strapped in and ready to go 😉


Lest We Forget


War broke: and now the Winter of the world

With perishing great darkness closes in.

The foul tornado, centered at Berlin,

Is over all the width of Europe whirled,

Rending the sails of progress. Rent or furled

Are all Art’s ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin

Famines of thought and feeling. Love’s wine’s thin.

The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled.

For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece,

And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome,

An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home,

A slow grand age, and rich with all increase.

But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need

Of sowings for new Spring, and blood for seed.

Wilfred Owen


CMArRun Rabbit Run by The Hoosiers

I first heard The Hoosiers when I went to V-Fest with Liberty. I’d entirely missed their existence until that point and they were probably my favourite discovery from that trip.

They were adorable, they had great stage presence and their music is great fun. This track oddly reminded me of The Animals Of Farthing Wood… only slighty trippy.



If you have Spotify you can follow the playlist for my Music Alphabet by clicking this link.

Playlist so far:

Any Dream Will Do by Jason Donovan

Blown Away by Carrie Underwood

Cello Wars by The Piano Guys

Don’t Belong by Cold

Everybody’s Wrong by Hinder

Five Colours In Her Hair by McFly

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cydni Lauper

Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette

I Owe You Nothing by Bros

Just The Way I’m Feeling by Feeder

Killer Queen by Queen

Lullaby by Nickleback

My Happy Ending byAvril Lavigne

Nothing Else Matters by Metallica

Over You by Daughtry

Poison by Alice Cooper

The Mighty Quinn by Manfred Mann

Run Rabbit Run by The Hoosiers

Today Carole Finds Her Wings is once again hosting Mr Christopher Fowler, author of the Bryant & May series, as part of the London’s Glory Blog Tour.

londonsgloryLondon’s Glory is published in hardback by Doubleday on 5th November 2015 for £16.99.

It is the first-ever collection of Bryant & May short stories and it sheds light on eleven classic cases from the Peculiar Crimes Unit as well as containing everything you could possibly need to know about the octogenarian detectives Arthur Bryant and John May.

It also contains extras such as a guide to the characters in the PCU, a cool cut-away drawing of the PCU offices and access to the contents of Arthur Bryant’s highly individual library. I loved these extras in particular – I have a thing for back-stories and maps. Tit-bits of information that you don’t necessarily *need* to know but make the world and characters so much deeper – London’s Glory is a brilliant companion to the Bryant & May series for fans but also a great introduction for readers new to the detective duo and the PCU.

I’m going to hand over to Chris now to tell us where his love of the Crime genre came from and what the challenges of writing Bryant & May are compared to writing other genres:

Hi Carole,

I suppose my love of the genre began young. I rarely watched TV as a child, but I did love ‘The Avengers’, where strange plots were the norm – the field in which rain drowns people, the village where nobody dies but the cemetery fills up, killer nannies, clocks with missing hours, houses that send you mad – and I failed to realize that these were Golden Age murder mystery plots transposed to the medium of television.

My mother was a great reader, and thanks to her I came to the classic mysteries I’d found in the library, with their academic eccentricities and timeless view of an England that never really existed. I wanted to try my hand at these stories and thought that if you’re going to describe the investigation of a crime, you might as well have fun with it.

I did some more homework. I read Sexton Blake and Raffles, who were so chinless you had to wonder how they managed to put a pillow-case on by themselves, but the early French masters were fun because they were sometimes dashing, like Arsene Lupin, or weird, like Vidocq, and Fantomas. There were R. Austin Freeman’s charming Edwardian mysteries featuring Dr Thorndyke, featuring the opposite of the Whodunnit, the ‘inverted mystery’, the How-Will-He-Be-Caught? puzzle. And there was Edmund Crispin, the spirited, funny man who composed six scores for the ‘Carry On’ films and wrote eleven joyous Gervase Fen books between 1945 and 1951. Fen is the crime-solving Professor of English Language and Literature, and assumes that the reader can keep up with him as he spouts literary allusions while cracking crimes over a pint. There were also the 70 mordant mysteries of Gladys Mitchell, starring pterodactyl-like Mrs Bradley. Mitchell was once judged the equal of Dorothy L Sayers and Agatha Christie.

Through all of these writers, and others like Margaret Millar and PD James, I fell in love with the genre.

The hardest part was accepting the fact that after writing a great many books I was once again starting on the first rung of a new learning ladder. Smart plotting wasn’t enough; situations needed to be generated by character. Recurring staff members appeared pretty much fully-formed. The rest of the team had to have small but memorable characteristics; a constable with a co-ordination problem, a sergeant who behaved too literally, a socially inept CSM – you can’t give them big issues if they’re going to be in several books, because you don’t want their problems to steal the spotlight from your heroes.

This year I won the Crime Writers’ Association Dagger In The Library, which is given for a body of work, and finally felt as if the hard work had paid off. There’s still a lot to learn and explore, but (like Bryant & May) I’m on the case…

If you want to know more about Chris and his new Bryant & May book London’s Glory why not check out the other sites on the Blog Tour:


My previous interview with Chris can be found here: The Burning Man Blog Tour

306.  Took myself to Shrewsbury to pick up a couple of things and enjoyed a long walk down the river to the weir to watch the salmon jumping. I’ve never seen it before and it was amazing. 

307.  Tori made this little monster from a craft kit after school today and is very pleased with herself.

308.  New book day!

309.  Hedgehog Arthur!


310.  My clever boy :)

311.  Bookshelf reorganisation day!!

 312. New shoooooes! 

This week I’ve been having a bit of a Country feel to my music taste, mostly listening to Brad Paisley’s 2003 album Mud On The Tyres.

This album has in it one of my favourite Country tracks of all – Whiskey Lullaby. I can’t count the amount of times I have cried listening to that song. It’s beautiful and sad storytelling. Bittersweet through and through and apparently it hits all my emotion buttons. Almost every time.


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