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April homework

This is a good site for a little light-hearted fun:


The homework is the find the pairs of words in the ‘Oxford Word Challenge’. (Unfortunately we are left to our own devices, as the ‘Answers’ button takes you through to a page which simply says ‘there are no answers yet’!*)

Use them as inspiration to write something of your own. You can use just one pair of words, and perhaps write a story based on an amusing misunderstanding between them. Or perhaps you can weave several together? As always, let it take you where it will: poetry, short story, flash fiction, non fiction article… all welcome.

*We have ANSWERS!

We brainstormed the ‘Oxford Word Challenge’ yesterday and now have full answers:

plain/plane: due/dew: naval/navel: links/lynx: time/thyme: beat/beet: allowed/aloud: tenor/tenner: gorilla/guerilla: sort/sought: barred/bard: Sunday/sundae: chased/chaste: llama/lama: Rambo/Rimbaud.


Losing my memory

This poem was read out on SAGA radio as ‘Poem of the Month’. It was also published in an anthology of Derbyshire poets.

LOSING MY MEMORY (Or IT for the Elderly)

I’ve just switched on my computer
As I do just about every day
But it told me I’ve just lost some memory
Well, that’s not a nice thing to say!

I’m old, but how does it know that?
I try to keep up with technology.
To be so remiss, when I log on like this
I think deserves an apology.

I’m trying to learn IT language,
Must say it’s a bit of a job
But I manage quite well, I can buy and sell
And I even make a few bob.

But I think I’m too old for this caper
‘Silver Surfer’ is all very well
And I’ll have to re-learn English
Because that’s all changed as well.

It’s just told me I’ve got a virus
Well, that’s funny, I don’t feel ill
But just to be sure, I’ll look in the drawer
And see if I’ve got the right pill.

The virus I’ve got is a “Blaster”
I said, ‘there’s no need to swear!’
But Microsoft told me it’s deadly
So I’d better proceed with care.

Somebody gave me a firewall
Though I’m not expecting a fire
But they seemed to think it was vital
So I’ll light the blue touch and retire.

Angela Mehew

Care free

I remember those ‘long, lazy, hazy days’ of long ago summers.
We’d cycle into the great unknown, satchels full of jam sandwiches,
fizzy pop, bats, balls, all the paraphernalia of childhood games.
Pools of water shimmered on the road ahead, mirages in the heat of the day.
Tyres squelched through melted tarmac, telegraph wires hummed and sang to us.
The soft still air was shattered occasionally by the curlews’ plaintive cries
soaring high above golden fields of wheat, and from village gardens the smell
of damp, sweet cut grass tickled our noses, causing sneezes and laughter.

The thwack of bat on ball or the soft plop of tennis ball back and forth
was soporific. Stopping by a village shop, noses pressed against the window
hoping to find something to spend our threepenny bits on, all we’d see was empty
cartons, along with waxed fruit and laxative chewing gum in the fly-blown display.
Outside walls boasted metal advertisements extolling the virtues of Vimto,
Ovaltine, Andrews Liver Salts, Pears Soap and Ice Creams. How we yearned
for an ice cream cone. ‘Don’t you know there’s a war on?’ was the only response
we ever had to our hopeful requests for ice cream. We’d cycle on, care free.

Betty Harcombe

Torbay Writers make a splash!

This is the one-stop spot for Torbay U3A Creative Writing group. Here you will find recent work by the group. That will include fiction, non-fiction, poetry, plays and articles.

There will also be links to lots of useful resources and fellow writing groups.