Another song I absolutely love by
“Band On The Run” by Paul McCartney and Wings. 🙂
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This is a beautiful song, Sir Cliff Richard
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Candles to remember loved ones.
As we remember the resurrection of Your Son,
fill our hearts with peace, joy, and renewed faith.
Help us to walk in kindness,
to share love freely,
and to trust in Your promise of new beginnings.
Bless our homes, our families, and those we hold dear.
May we carry the spirit of Easter within us,
today and always.
Enjoy your Easter Eggs all.
F x
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What job would you do for free?
That is a very good question. I previously volunteered at a local pre-school when the children were young, dedicating my time on a voluntary basis. I sincerely believe that individuals should consider contributing their valuable time by volunteering and engaging in community activities, particularly when they are not currently employed. It can be very rewarding, and it looks great on your CV when looking for employment.
F x
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Rosie I often think about Rosie, my pet cockatiel. She is the reason I joined Twitter. Rosie had a charming personality and was quite amusing to watch. She frequently perched on the top of my head and gently nibbled at my ears whilst I worked at my computer beside her cage. She chattered away happily.
I once sent an email to our local dj Rob, at Rutland Radio, to ask if he’d mention her name on the radio. I often left the radio on for her to listen to, whilst I was out. When she heard my car return, she chirped very loudly with excitement. Then one day, she struggled to climb onto her perch to bid me goodnight, as she customarily did. The following day, she passed away. I was deeply saddened by her death. She lived for nearly ten years and is greatly missed. My mum helped me to bury her in the garden. It was so sad. RIP Rosie.
I can remember taking so many beautiful photos of Rosie, with her wings spread. She looked so beautiful. I am sad that someone could remove my lovely photographs of her. It was bad enough coping with her death, but how could someone take my memories of her away. 😢
A Poem
A cockateil bird on Twilight Wing,
With feathers dipped in shimmering spring,
It sips from blossoms, sweet and bright,
And dances through the velvet night.
Its colours swirl like drinks well-spun,
Of orange flame and setting sun,
With hints of berry, gold, and lime,
A living toast to joy and time.
It flutters near with sugared grace,
A crystal gleam upon its face,
Its song—like ice in glasses clear—
A melody we long to hear.
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 