Blood Red

He woke and felt the stickiness on his hands. Through hazy blurred eyes he could see the blood, part red part brown covering his fingers and palms. As he began to look beyond his hands he could a sea of crimson that stained his white sheets and duvet.

His foggy head tried desperately to remember what had happened, why was his bed like this? It was then that he saw the razor on the pillow and the bad thoughts, the bad memories flooded back.

He knew, he remembered and he swore,

He was never going to do ‘slammers’ again and he certainly wasn’t going to take a bet that he could shave his legs with his eyes closed.

Painful Change

It was clear what was happening. His feet had hurt for almost four days. There was little point going to his GP or to A&E because he knew they wouldn’t have a clue and he would be sentenced to a series of tests that would shed no further light on his condition. Anyway, he knew what it was. He was turning into a golden eagle.             

He had little time to do all the things he needed to do before he lost his human form. He realised that some of the jobs he needed to accomplish would be almost impossible with wings so he just got on with things and awaited the inevitable.

Ten days later he swept his legs from under the duvet and sat up. As he stood he realised that the pain in his feet had gone. He shifted his weight from the balls to his heels but nothing, not even a twinge.

That was when he realised it was possible, just possible, that he was not going to turn into a golden eagle after all. In some ways it was a repeat of the previous occasions when he had felt he was going become a dolphin, a tiger, a giraffe. Disappointingly those changes hadn’t happened either.

He drew back the curtain and stared out at the eyrie he had built in the tree at the end of the garden. His shoulders sank. It was then that he felt it. A light but pressing pain in his elbow. ‘It’s starting he thought, the change is coming.’ He knew it and he realised he wasn’t destined to be an eagle.

Suddenly he wanted kippers for breakfast. That was when knew, he knew, he finally knew he was turning into a penguin.

What if .......... the power of words

‘What if?’

Two simple words with amazing power.

Two words I’ve heard spoken in diametrically different ways in just the last three days

'What if?'

So what meaning and tone do you hear when you say ‘What if’?

Is it the excitement of ‘what if’ we did ………? What amazing things might happen, what new discovery could be found, what excitement generated, what new idea released?

Or is it the ‘what if’ of

‘What if’ …….. happened? What if you hurt yourself, what if you broke it, what if you can’t put it back, what if you're wrong?

Two words that can encourage or contain, can discover or deny, can enthuse or negate.

If a child or adult is surrounded by the latter then the world of their opportunity will get smaller and smaller. The potential to do new things will slowly be wrapped with fear. innovation will be stifled, dreams and hopes punctured.

We all know we need to hear the voices of problems but let the imagination of a positive 'what if' be your challenge. 

So ...... what if we 

 

Chewing on a Problem

Unusually this post is not a story - it's a part of my life

I like British teeth, I like their crooked honesty. They bring character to a face and a charm to a smile. Straight uniformed US teeth have a perfection that denies truth. At least that is what I have taught myself to believe to justify my absolute fear of the dentist, a fear born from a childhood trauma when I had six molars removed under gas with little or no explanation as to why.

I was quite happy with my resolute refusal to face a fear.

Over the last three weeks something weird happened. People I knew well began to talk about teeth and dentists, one suddenly and for no conversational reason explained how much better they were and how the needles were so much smaller. Another removed a part of his smile before eating explaining he was due to have it repaired shortly. There was no reason for this, but it kept happening.

As a result my thoughts began to consider whether I should try a trip to my dentist. My previous visit some seventeen years ago had not been too bad and the trip twelve years before that was a distant blur. However, fear of what might happen, what I might discover kept it as just a thought and not an action.

Last night a tooth broke. It was as if Lefi had decided that without some intervention I would continue to postpone the inevitable. As a result this morning I walked up to my dentist. A bright blue sky, wonderful fresh air to breathe and a broken tooth. Well two out of three isn’t too bad.

Somewhat surprisingly I was no longer on their records, apparently a regular seventeen year check up doesn’t count. I had to register again my previous NHS status lost through my stupidity.

I was thrilled when they said a dentist could see me right away, Pain 1 Fear 0. She said she would see what she could do with my broken tooth and did I want an inspection of the others. My fear wanted to say no but I heard common sense say ‘yes’.

Outcome

She was able to repair the tooth. In addition, despite years of dentistry neglect, I have no other real problems with my other teeth. I didn't deserve such a result for my cowardice and I promised her I would not recommend my approach to others. And I don’t. Pam Ayres had it right.

But I suppose my approach to my teeth is reflected in so many aspects of life. Postponing the things that you fear, procrastinating to avoid, writing short pieces about teeth to delay.

I wonder when they removed my molars as a child if they took out my wisdom as well. Keep smiling everyone.

Yours, Numb Lip Magoo

Lock, Stock and Listings

He wasn’t sure at first, he couldn’t quite believe it was true. It had been a recurring half thought, often revisited until finally he decided to try and make it – and it worked. It was a revolutionary new kind of door lock giving much stronger security to the home.

He had refined it, improved it and now he was ready for investment. Sadly, despite programmes such as Dragons Den and constant adverts via facebook and other social media showing the willingness of banks and government to invest, no one had bitten. The one piece of advice he had taken away was to pilot the idea. He needed to test the market but with little to invest in a major advertising campaign the question was how.

It was the Thursday morning that the local listings magazine came through the door. He was flicking through it when he saw the small box saying ‘advertisers wanted’. He had sent the email and arranged a meeting with the owner before his tea had properly brewed.

Two days later the deal was. The owner would place the advertising for free for a percentage on sales, the door lock had a new name and a partnership was formed between himself and the listings magazine. Five days later the magazine was published with a prominent feature on home security and a new innovation from ……….

SureLock Homes and What’s On

‘Revolutionary my dear’