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Best Moment Award

They say it never rains but it pours and at the risk of throwing trite little adages everywhere, the proof is in the pudding. (Never quite understood that one). So, it’s with no surprise at all I open my mailbox this morning and find I’ve got another award. This time it”s the Best Moment Award. It’s totally undeserved, though I confess I don’t know the reason for it, but I have to offer my grateful thanks to Matt Molgaard of Horror Novel Reviews . http://horrornovelreviews.com  for his generous gesture. I shall attempt to comply with the rules.

Awarding the people who live in the moment,
The noble who write and capture the best in life,
The bold who reminded us what really mattered –
Savoring the experience of quality time.


Winners re-post this completely with their acceptance speech. This could be written or video recorded.

Winners have the privilege of awarding the next awardees! The re-post should include a NEW set of people/blogs worthy of the award; and winners notify them the great news.


  • What makes a good acceptance speech?
    • Gratitude. Thank the people who helped you along the way
    • Humor. Keep us entertained and smiling
    • Inspiration. Make your story touch our lives
  • Get an idea from the great acceptance speeches, compiled in MomentMatters.com/Speech
  • Display the award’s badge on your blog/website, downloadable in MomentMatters.com/Award


My Acceptance Speech.

Unaccustomed as I am, or at least I was until this morning, I have to make a speech. Not being a devotee of the Oscar’s, Tony’s and the other awards all I know is there are supposed to be lots of tears and I’m supposed to issue thanks to My Mum, the man who runs the fish and chip shop and for all I know Uncle Tom Cobley and all. In truth, the only people I can actually thank are the readers of my blog who are kind enough in return for a regular cheque to keep returning for more. I hadn’t realised there were so many masochists in the World.

First of all I”d like to reiterate my thanks to Matt who writes not just an excellent but informative and very thorough blog on Horror Stories. It’s quality work. Meaning no disrespect to Matt though, receipt of this award was a major surprise because obviously I don’t blog on his genre. I may live it, but not blog it.It’s more of a surprise to know that Matt must have read my blog at some time and liked it or is sending this award as a punishment I haven’t yet figured out.

My site was launched for the selfish reasons that I’m a writer and with books for sale we all need the exposure. I soon found that giving other authors the opportunity to be interviewed was fun too. Then I decided to share my life with all it’s ups and downs. The response was so kind that blogging about my books was quite forgotten. Sharing injustices with my online friends , like a young boy hounded to death for being gay, opened another door and allowed me to speak openly about things that affect me emotionally and judging by comments affect you too. In fact it’s become less a blog and more a conversation between friends when I do manage to post.That most of you have taken my wife to heart has been wonderful and we’ve followed her progress through cancer together giving me such wonderful support.

So, in addition to all my friends, My Mum, the Chippie Man and our fabulous Director and crew I’d like to say thank you also to the family who’ve supported my meanderings verbally and in written form and on that note wish you all a Wonderful Day.

My Nominations for The Best Moment Award are…..

Niormandie Fischer      http://writingonboard.com

Pamela Wight                   http://roughwighting.net

Patti Roberts                    http://theangelsarehere.wordpress.com/

Jacqueline King               http://wightrabbit.wordpress.com/

Lori Pinkley                      http://repressedexpressions.wordpress.com/


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Colour returns to my life.

OK. If you want to be pedantic, yes, yellow is a colour. But it’s not the colour I prefer and anyway Julia always says yellow makes me look ill which must be why all my yellow shirts disappeared when they went down for the wash. Anyhoo, as usual I procrastinate to fill as much space as possible. It’s a miracle. Had I not see it with my own eyes I’d have had trouble believing someone could change colour in the way Julia has. On Friday we went shopping and as we sat down for a coffee in the supermarket  ( one day they should open a cafe ) Yvonne said “You’ve got some lovely colour back to your cheeks Mum”. She was right too, Julia’s cheeks were back to normal and this time she couldn’t say it was because I’d slapped her either.( though I’m not sure where her either actually is).

My chest has been terrible recently and I’m afraid to let Ju know that it’s partly her rats, partly her degus and partly her cat Oscar who has taken up residence in my room and is actually sitting staring at me now as if to say “Get on with it Longlegs”. OK. OK. I have COPD and the brain of an idiot since I still smoke so I can’t blame the animals totally but the condition has steadily worsened since they came to live here. I only mention this because Yvonne with wedding plans up the yazoo still found time to tell Ju she should reconsider the animals. Bless her. On Thursday after scrabbling on the floor for runaways (my fault-again) we finally got the degu babies to the pet shop for sexing. Not that they needed much help since they seem to have been trying it out for themselves before I threw  a towel over the cage in case the vicar came. They were days over 4 weeks old. My prediction was two girls and three boys. I blanched when the girl came out and announced four girls and one boy. From the activity in the cage I’d say there were some confused females in there. Any way we arranged to leave the boy behind to be adopted. The girl then asked what we wanted to do about the girls and I panicked as I’d told Ju she could keep any females t keep Saffy company. In the end she chose to pass two girls to be adopted too, though we’re pretty sure a member of staff who was also looking for a female ( female degu that is) will take them. So now Saffy has just two babies left and she seems less harrassed. I can’t say the same for me though since Saffy rolls around in her big ball tapping  slamming into ankles and now there are two smaller balls rolling round at the same time. If I ever get bored I can go bowling. This is Saffy’s third ball. Number one she ate a small hole in and broke the joints where it holds together. Number two she ate a hole in big enough to escape through and this one which was only bought on Saturday she’s managed to chew through the majority of the pieces that the ends clip on to. Another day or so and the end won’t fasten and ball number four will be needed. I wish they made them from see-through steel.

Yesterday (Sunday) we took our wedding outfits to Yvonne’s ready for the big day. If she forgets to take them to the hotel they’re staying in Friday night  we’re in trouble. On Thursday we have the rehearsal, on Friday we’re booked at a spa where I’ll sit in the hot tub all day while the girls have terrible things done to them by the staff.

On Saturday, THE BIG DAY, Ju will drop me at the hotel as they go off for hairdo’s so I can change at leisure and practise my speech. Then I get to ride in a Soft top Rolls Royce to escort my beautiful daughter to get married.

But that’s a tale for another time.


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