The cross is a kiss
For every blocked nought you play.
Let’s count it a draw!
New memo to self:
Turn a house into a home:
How many different words can you think of for house or home or living accommodation? If you were asked to draw a house, what would it look like? Would it look like a square with four evenly spaced windows and a door set centrally?
If you were thinking of buying or renting are you drawn to the actual name of the address or the house name? My uncle used to live in a bungalow called Cobwebs and its front door had a stained glass image of a spider’s web, while my father-in-law named his house ‘Hardgraft’ because he bought the biggest house he could and then worked many hours to pay for it!
Here’s a list I’ve come up with and each carries a different story (it may prompt you into some poetry writing!)…
Can you think of any more?
Its hit the bullseye:
A central hub on radar
Pulsing waves to shore.
(Communicating with my two children who have headed off to uni has been challenging this weekend with broken or lost signals and sending blank messages. This image I took of a section of a tree today inspired me to write a haiku about improved communication as we travelled home after dropping our middle child off to university for the first time and we were able to call him properly after a five hour drive.)