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…… Bimbling …….

Bimbling is a state of being not applicable

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To bimble

…….is to flow…..

as to …..go with….. as to…. be with……

(whatever) (whenever) (wherever) (however)

…….without alarm…….

…be a model of modicum……

…….affable…..unflappable…….

……….compatible…….calm.

To bimble is to have a noddy head on……..

Bimbling tunes in your inner whistler…….

When you bimble you make friends with your teapot…..

A Bimbler is always flippin crumpets out of the toaster…..

You pat your own head and rub your own belly with bimble ease……

To bimble is to spread butter on all the dreary dry places……

To bimble is to pull silly faces…….

A Boogie Bimbler rocks – in shiny latex slipper socks……

To bimble is to not mind what might, or might not, happen next…….

To bimble is to be happy enough to be going along like……….this………………

To bimble is …….

…….to always be dreaming of jam sandwiches…….

Written by Ian Nisbet

330 Seconds is all you need to……

The new 330 second Method of Mindfulness Moment Making Malarkey.
Devised by Dr Nibblebits and Professor Brownblurts.
Every situation gets the 330 sec wraparound
To make it sparkle! . . .

Dr Nibblebits: 330 seconds to count down . . .
To boil an egg . . .
To brew the tea . . . .
To make a mark . . .
To cook a sprout . . .

Prof Brownblurts: Grab a coffee..
…..Make hot choccy…

Dr Nibblebits: 330 seconds is all you need to rob a bank…..
Or steal a steak . . . . .
Or catch a fish . . . .
Or take a break . . . .

Prof Brownblurts: Put on lippy…
…..Feed the Lily ….

Dr Nibblebits: 330 seconds before time to go……
Prof Brownblurts: …..330 seconds to say bye bye.. to blow a kiss..!
Dr Nibblebits: …..330 seconds to make it last . . .

Summer is here!

(I’ve tinkered with this a bit…..to make it feel more flowy poem like….. But its mostly the rapid riffing Hazel and I do at 7.30 in the morning!)

We are now officially summering . . .
summered . . .
summerly . . .
summerful! ….

……free to lie under nestling birdies . . .
….feeling ourselves rustle rustling . . .
murmur murmuring . . .
moment momenting . . .

…distant sounds….echo echoing …
….sunnyspun bodies..
filtered thro sparkles of lovelight..

….. windy fingers . . .enfolding….

. . leaf-lipping . . . oak-groaning . .

….. grasses on noses…between toesez…

……tremulous. . . . . thighs . . . tongues in groove . .

…..woods earthsoaked in golds

……..of gush……gggggush……gggushing……

The Sun is Saying Poems

Simon Barmybits wakes up, picks up his pen – well, his mobile phone

And attempts to sun the morning in….

….Inside pigeon grey sky sits sun calmly roosting . . . .

……A pale poached morning of runny yellow . . .

…….The sun sat on slow simmer bubbling up summer . . .

…..The sky munching in morning through a gassy gob of sun , . . . .

…..A ducky sun is slow slopped in slips of sky . , . .

…..The sun pokes its tongue out and raspberry farts the day! . .

Simona Brownybits wakes up, picks up her quill – well, her mobile phone

And attempts to sun the morning in

…The sun slithers soft…soon silenced by slinky shadows soaking the scene…..

……The sun all glare and glister…leaks her liquid light…..

……The sun straddles the land with her knickers down…..

Simon Armitage? You are out of a job mate!

Special Shop

Are you able to text me what you would like from Lidls,? (Hazel)

Get me a bumper pack of Zowiees. ….

A large tin of Happy . . .

And a bottle of that bubbly Joy . . .

Oh . . And a slice of your fingers on toast if poss . . . .

Oh . . . And a big roll of “I Love Yous” . . .

They are on special offer this week . . . .

Fankyooverimooch!! . . . . . (Ian)

Keef and Candace Marie are Spwingwatching

Keef and Candace Marie are watching Springwatch with Chris Packham and Martin Hughes-Games. Not 2 Nuts in May – but April! (Are Chwis, Marting, Keef, and Candace Mawee)

Keef: Shall we join the big sPwing watch Candace Marie? . . Pweese say yes
Candace M: Oh yes pweese Keef!
Keef: Ganets are weally wemarkable qwetures
Candace M: I lub Ganets Keef…bit smelly tho…They got their posh puffer jackets on..Keef…
Keef: Chwis Cackbum loves his charts and gwaffs.
Candace M:: Cwis is a little bit close to that clifff edge…he loves talking about…POO
Keef:  Stop being a siwwi biwwi Chris Packbum!
Candace M: Pweese Chwis Pakbum . . Not poo again!. . You are a vewee vewee wude man.
Keef: That Marting is also a silly sausage . . . Its getting Blue Peterish now.
Candace M: Bawwy the Badger…Cwis Pakbum..snorting badger!! Ok!..
Keef; Bawwi the badger . . Gwaat! . . . This is vewee vewee exciting isnt it Candace Mawee?!
Candace M: Vewee vewee vewee! vewee!!
Keef: Pwimwoses! . . . Marting is back . . . zzzzzz .
Candace M:  Marting is a vewee borwing man. Just like you Keef!
Keef: You like borwing Candace Mawee!
Candace M: I do. Borwing is nice! Like me.
Keef: Whats he on about . . Naffodils!! . . Pakbum . . No cake for you!
Candace M: Cwis Packbum’s puffer has taken off!
Keef: We got to get counting and spotting Candace to help the BBC save The Planet. . .
Candace M: I want to save The Planet!. It’s why I plant all my lickle seeds in all my lickle windo boxes Keef!
Keef: You are a good girl Candace! Could you count all the wild furwwy qwetures too and be even gooder?! . .
Candace M: I will start tomowwow Keef!!
Keef: You will get a special Blue Peter badge Candace. From Marting!
Candace M:  I will shine! Like a lickle star!
Keef: My lickle Gold Star. Is what you are Candace Mawee
Candace M; Oh thank you Keffie baby!

Agaetis Byrjun

Listening to Agaetis Byrjun …. beautiful (Hazel)

Title track . . “With everything we have for the day . . . we sit down excited . . “

I played it on repeat for about 3 days once! . . . (Ian)

….. All morning…. Jonsi..  has been helping me with large this abstract…. (Hazel)

“With everything i have for the day . . . I sit down excited” . . .

….. And create a big beautiful masterpiece! . . . Make that paint sing! . . (Ian)

OH KEEEEFFFF!!!!!!!

Every morning you will have to do a Candace Marie exorcism . . . (says I)

Say after me in a loud voice . . . “OH KEEEEF!!” (says I)

“OH KEEEEFFFF!!” (says H)

Say it 3 times while jiggling your glasses wearing a bobble hat (says I)

“OH KEEEEFFFF!!” (says H)

“OH KEEEEFFFF!!” (says H)

“OH KEEEEFFFF!!” (says H)

Candace Marie will disappear in a trice! (says I)

Phew. Thank God! (says H)

Until tomorrow (says I)

OH NO!!! (says H)

KEEEEEFFF!!…. YOU!! (says Candace Marie H)