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This is where I share #AllSortsofBlogs in my pick of the best blogs to read from recent weeks (or months!).

Firstly thank you so much for ALL 39 of your links!  Again, feel free to add any or all of your favourite posts to the linky.  I’ll share all posts across my various social media ~ twitter, pinterest, g+.

The door’s always open with a new linky starting on the last Friday of the month…


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Best blogs to read in #AllSortsofBlogs 75

Welcome to AllSortsofBlogs

Follow my blog with Bloglovin


This is where I share #AllSortsofBlogs in my pick of the best blogs to read from recent weeks (or months!).

Firstly thank you so much for ALL 39 of your links!  Again, feel free to add any or all of your favourite posts to the linky.  I’ll share all posts across my various social media ~ twitter, pinterest, g+.

The door’s always open with a new linky starting on the last Friday of the month…


And if you’d like to add my badge, it’s at the bottom of this post.  Thanks.

~

Now on to my best reads of recent months (as ever, it’s a varied and interesting list and some really are from the archives of my bookmarked reads!):

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The Bonfire Night Party Alibi

prompt blog smoke bonfire night party alibi
The haze of bonfire night smoke lingered long after the final sparkler had died out and gone cold on the ground.  The smell of the smoke lingered longer.  Anyone wanting an alibi that night could comfortably say they had been to the bonfire party. All they had to do was show their face and claim they had been there all night.  No one would be any the wiser amid the crowd of faces milling about.
Or would they?
The murderer was something of a rookie.  They had wanted a quick death; the less blood and gore the better.  Even better if there were no blood-curdling screams.  Although the fireworks would drown that out, they would have to time it well.  In light of that, a ‘clean’ method had been chosen.   The glass of mulled wine that had been laced with poison had been thoroughly enj

oyed by the clueless victim.  And it hadn’t taken long to work either.  Our murderer hadn’t reckoned on it being sofast-working.

Now all that remained was for the murderer to dispose of the victim on the burning bonfire.  The embers would be glowing long into the night and the following day.
But would the smoke screen last that long?

 

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Under the layers of joy …

Do you know Joy? Under the layers... blog
Do you know Joy ?
I’ve known Joy.  I used to avoid Joy because Joy made me feel on edge.  I could never make sense of Joy.  I could never get under the layers of Joy .  I never used to know what to say when I was amidst Joy.
Joy never made me happy or euphoric, as you would expect.  Joy used to fill me with dread.
That’s why I always avoided Joy.  Maybe if I had known Joy, I would have known what made Joy.  But Joy never used to invite me in.  The invisible  barriers were always up when Joy was around.  Joy was always wallowing in misery.  The joy I’m referring to is a person and do you know what really puzzles me about Joy?  Do you know the one thing that I can’t understand?  Ironically, ‘Joy’ wasn’t even Joy’s first name.  Maybe it was her middle name that she chose to use instead of her first name.  Whatever, never could a person’s name be more polar opposite to defining their personality…!
So, as I’m writing this, I consider that there is often irony in ‘joy’.  When we see something labelled with ‘joy’ (like I did with Joy), perhaps we should consider what is going on deep down, underneath the layers…
Perhaps Joy had her own issues which made her far from a bundle of joy.  I will never know…because I never delved under the layers of Joy.
Have you ever met anyone like JOY?
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Without books, where would we be?

 

books blog poem

Simply ‘books’

Books come in all shapes and sizes,

Different genres and many guises;

In paperback they can be found,

And in hardback, perfectly bound.

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Or how about the ebook era

In black and white on a ‘reader’?

Some don’t like them, some folk do;

I’m quite partial and have written a few…

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However you prefer to read,

Books spread knowledge, help us succeed;

Help us relax, de-stress the mind,

Help us escape and unwind.

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Reading is the perfect pastime,

From true romance to a gritty crime;

Without books where would we be?

Let’s grab a book and cup of tea!

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By Carol Cameleon

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