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Saturday, November 19, 2016

photohunt: Tame


These pigeons are tame enough to eat bread crumbs right where you are standing.

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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Monday Yellow: salt



when salt loses it's saltiness, it is useless.
When is used at the wrong place, it is terrible.
Every Thursday, we meet at our home group, and I always make a white coffee with sugar for our revered 80 plus member. I had re-organised my Homegroup bag where I keep my supper things. My friend told me, there is salt in the coffee.
In deed I had, I have no idea why I had the jar of salt in that re-cycled coffee jar where I normally put sugar in. Luckily we are very good friends.




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Saturday, November 12, 2016

photohunt: Hair



Cut and style and shampoo.
I once was a shampoo girl in my aunty's salon.
All to do with hair. I saw the barber's pole.
A barber's pole is a type of sign used by barbers to signify the place or shop where they perform their craft. The trade sign is, by a tradition dating back to the Middle Ages, a staff or pole with a helix of colored stripes (often red and white in many countries, but usually red, white, and blue in the United States). The pole may be stationary or may revolve, often with the aid of an electric motor.[

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

My latest Book:The Playgroup


The Playgroup, paper back. ISBN 978-0-473-37871-4
Available at: Wheelers Books or from me, annkschin@Yahoo.com
eBook: Kindle Amazon ASIN: B01N0AWTOL

This book talks of a hotchpotch SAHM (Stay At Home Mums) jelled by a common denominator, the Playgroup. This book will resonate in women who went to Playgroup with their children or grandchildren. This hotchpotch include mothers of nuclear families, single families, bereaved parents, widowed, widowers, cancer survivors, volunteers, and so on. Issues like death, bereavement, cancer, adoption, fostering, and remarriage are sensitively discussed.


weather clouds






The weather forecast is wet wet wet. I looked up the sky yesterday afternoon. It was full of globs of clouds like cotton wool puffs. It looked like they were soaked with water ready to blast us with water bombs. Today, we have rain the whole day.