Words just keep FALLING out of my mouth!

Words have their own firmness.  

They can be clear, concise ... to the point, abrupt even

 ... but if spoken with the wrong intonation, are completely meaningless.

Intonation isn’t used to DISTINGUISH words but to denote attitude ... emotion. 

Is it a STATEMENT ... is it a QUESTION?

The hound knows this only TOO well.

She understands the difference between the questioning ‘now’

.... “yes I’m coming, just as soon as I’m finished reading this p-mail” 

to the statement ‘NOW’ which requires her to be at my side AS I speak, NOT after.  

Just because it’s in capitals DOESN’T mean I shouted.  

I can do the deep and growly just as well as the next person.

I DON’T bark at her often but when I do, she’s inclined to listen.

She obviously DIDN’T learn that from the lemmings.

She could be forgiven this morning though for NOT listening. 

Any instruction I MIGHT have given whistled away in the wind. 

Even the other half, who was rambling with me, was hard put to hear ANYTHING I said. 

Yes, yes, I know what you’re all thinking.  

I have so many words in my head that he probably 

switches off when they start falling out of my mouth.  

This morning though I chose to believe it was the wind that made it hard for him to hear me.

It’s NOT often that it’s blowing SO fiercely that the sand STINGS our legs,

 but it did today.

The sand stinging my legs reminded me of the mouthful of sand I swallowed 

on Sunday whilst sitting on the steps eating a cronut.  

The wind was blowing then too.

For those not in the know, a cronut is a combination of a croissant and a doughnut ... they’re delicious .... with a capital D.  

I’m REALLY glad the Co-op ONLY has them over the weekend as they are CHOCK-FULL of calories and SO disgustingly UNHEALTHY!

Whilst I don’t like wind, it does bring out the kite-surfers in their droves.  

We were entertained by two well-toned boarders this morning strutting their stuff in our waves.

Strutting’s probably the wrong word as the wind was too strong for any attempts at strutting.

Surf they did though ... with huge leaps into the air courtesy of the relentless wind.

Between trying to photograph them and trying to photograph the backward flying seagulls,

 it was an interesting morning’s ramble.

“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.” 

~ Dorothea Lange