Last month's Chairman's Challenge was 'battlefields'. Our treasurer Bryan had the unenviable task of judging it. When he sent me the results his comment was
'It was really hard actually, I was staring at the last 6 for ages, and eventually just had to go with my gut feel.'
'It was really hard actually, I was staring at the last 6 for ages, and eventually just had to go with my gut feel.'
So, in the nicest possible way, well done Wrekin Writers for giving Bryan such a hard time.
1st - Di Perry The atmosphere had already started to build even though the battlefield was empty. They waited, impatient for it to commence, but the pushing and shoving had begun. Eye contact had been made and now there was no going back. The desire to achieve their goal was obvious.
They all held their breath as the huge sword was lifted into the air and sliced down onto the blood red ribbon to officially open the W.I Jumble sale. 2nd - Nicola Vincent Milan, January 1995. In the narrow confines of the apartment, five hundred miles from the battlefields of Yugoslavia, a truce is called . Serb and Croat recognise diplomacy as the only way to co-exist.
In a language foreign to both, courtesies are observed and, if unavoidable, the briefest of conversations.
The shared experience of destruction and loss counts for nothing. Only recently they were neighbours, if never quite friends. Now, there is only distrust; an unspoken hatred.
The world watches as tensions between Belgrade and Zagreb blaze out of control, while behind shutters in Milan a nervous peace is found. 3rd - Dorothy Vincent
They all held their breath as the huge sword was lifted into the air and sliced down onto the blood red ribbon to officially open the W.I Jumble sale. 2nd - Nicola Vincent Milan, January 1995. In the narrow confines of the apartment, five hundred miles from the battlefields of Yugoslavia, a truce is called . Serb and Croat recognise diplomacy as the only way to co-exist.
In a language foreign to both, courtesies are observed and, if unavoidable, the briefest of conversations.
The shared experience of destruction and loss counts for nothing. Only recently they were neighbours, if never quite friends. Now, there is only distrust; an unspoken hatred.
The world watches as tensions between Belgrade and Zagreb blaze out of control, while behind shutters in Milan a nervous peace is found. 3rd - Dorothy Vincent
Thanks for your kind comments, Sue, and it was lovely to think of you playing Elgar, wish I'd been there to listen! And he did get a hug...
ReplyDeleteMuch love, Carole xxx