Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
Determined not to be beaten by the power cuts here in Shropshire my mother decided that she could boil water on top of our little log burner in the sitting room. After about three hours of playing cards by candlelight the water was just about hot enough to make a cuppa.
Not the best tasting tea apparently, but it was something.
Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works. View all posts by Carol J Forrester
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It’s tea time (tea machine because i’m working, not a home) so i take a break to read your little story… tank u
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy your cup of tea.
yes, even if it’s tea machine !!!!!
Wonder how it was done in the old days, to make the water right for proper coffee making hmm..
Hotter fires and copper kettles no doubt.Our little log burner isn’t designed for boiling water in saucepans.
mmm ya, conductivity prolly isn’t that good, it’s interesting how so much was discovered and learned from the good ol days eh?
That rather depends on what you refer to as being the good ol’ days.
When the urge for tea hits you, you go to extraordinary lengths to make sure you get that cuppa. Three hours though, that’s a long time to wait!
There was very little to do and my mother can be ridiculously determined when it comes down to it.
A lady after my own heart! I like this little glimpse into your life, by the way! A nice little snapshot!
Thank you, I’m glad that they’re being enjoyed since I don’t do them as often as some bloggers. My family tends to be quite a private one so there is a limit to how much they want put up online.
Perfectly understandable. I usually get around this by not telling them…. 😀
Indeed, not telling them is a very valid tactic. It also helps that I work mostly with fiction.
Fiction is the reason I’m started blogging, to help me grow as a writer. It helps having such talented folk as you in my Follow-collection. I have many of your stories and poems to peruse 😀
I still find it strange being called talented and having people follow my writing.
Blogging has been a fantastic way to develop a writing style though, you’re right. The feedback and encouragement received is priceless also.
It is the joy of Blogging. Positive comments inspire you to carry on, finding new ways to impress and express! 🙂
Indeed.
Such determination to wait three hours! 🙂 I love tea so I would’ve waited as long as it took as well to get a cuppa.
My mother can be determined, especially about her tea. It was rather amusing trying to work out what was happening as we didn’t actually have enough light to really see the saucepan most of the time.