Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Hunting for Joy.

I am struggling to find the joy today.

I have looked for the joy in the washing basket. It is not there.

I have looked for the joy in the washing up bowl. It is not there.

I have looked for the joy in the many piles of unhomed thngs dotted around our house. It is not there.

I looked under the sofa.

I found :-

3 pens- 1 leaky.

3 socks- all odd

5 assorted wooden puzzle pieces.

14 pence

An assortment of fluff and crumbs.

But alas no joy.

I looked out of the window, but the rain has washed away all of the joy.

I looked once more around the room.

And there it was.

A small, grubby  thing.

'Knock knock' said the grubby thing.

'Who's there?' Said I for the seventh time already today.

'The Joy' Said the grubby thing. Well. His smile said that anyway.
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15 comments:

  1. this isn't the joy, but I thought was pretty funny...

    http://xrrf.blogspot.com/2012/11/acdc-give-in-join-modern-world.html

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  2. I think my joy may have been left in bed! I am
    Hoping to join it later...hopefully!

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  3. I am thinking that the rotten, stinky weather has stolen all of our joys today :( Great post!

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  4. Bless! I love it :) My joy is packing his suitcase and leaving me for three days tomorrow! :(

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  5. I LOVE this post, Sonya. Know exactly how you feel xxx

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  7. Very moving and harrowing. Made me all emotional.

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  8. Sweet and funny ;) x love it xxx came through the britmums linky :))) x

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  9. I know those days, but a small smile and hug from little people can give the warmth of joy. Well put.

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