Polly Tickle Asylum

the diplomatic democratic dragoness

I’ve never been interested in politics, nor recent history from say the industrial age. Neolithic, Iron age, Roman, Vikings pretty much anything else but not recent, not WW1 or WW2.

My first real encounter with politics was the election of Margaret Thatcher, my school was a polling station. I remember hoping she’d be elected because she was a woman and therefore would be able to handle things better than a man and understand the people. Sorry I was naive, and about 13/14 years old and didn’t know any better.

I remember the privatisation of British Gas,

and British Telecomm,

I think I had a Busby Bag. I remember the Falklands, the miners strikes, Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel singing ‘Don’t give up’ Still I wasn’t really interested in politics. What difference could I make? I’m only one person.

My Dad told me though that if I didn’t vote I had…

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Chasing the Dragons

I love dragons. All dragons, winged ones, asian ones, water ones, big ones, small ones, hatchlings all dragons. I have always loved dragons and when I found a guy who loved dragons as much as I do I just had to marry him. Trouble was I had a ‘rescue home’ for dragons and so did he. Our dragon got together and did what came naturally. Which is why I now have The Dragon Sanctuary. I should have listened when Blackboard Monitor Vimes said you had to be mad to keep dragons, and I guess he was mad too as he went on to marry Lady Sybil and move into her dragon sanctuary with her.

 

Problem is we are relocating the Sanctuary and while we are unsure exactly where it will be relocated to many of our ‘residents’ need to be safely transported and have their own special travel box. Dragons being dragons they can last a long, long time in the dark, and the travel boxes are fireproof so everything is safe.

 

Dragons like playing games though, and the past few days hide and seek has been their favourite. While some are well behaved and are where they should be others (especially the winged ones) move around, hide and generally can be a nuisance. It’s not just the dragons though and to be fair most haven’t hidden that well and come quietly when spotted, it’s their friends. Dragons you see are not the only residents of the sanctuary, they have wily Wizard friends, uniquely annoying Unicorn Friends, Pesky Pegasus pals, and frisky Fairies. Not to mention the proud Phoenix and grumpy Griffins.

 

We did try to give them their own ‘areas’ however they just got together and started breeding,again and spreading, like the red weed in War of the Worlds they seem to have taken over everything. One even snuck into the bathroom with the mischevious mermaids and there are quite a few hanging round in the kitchen in hope of getting an extra snack.

 

The only one I can guarantee being where he should be is Snuggles. Snuggles sleeps in bed with me, goes on holiday with me and is the best dragon companion a girl can ask for. He even made friends with the cleaning girls in Rhodes and they tucked him in daily when making the bed up.

 

 

I also know exactly where Royston and Violet who we adopted from another Dragon Sanctuary are. They are perfectly behaved and like nothing better than snuggling up under the Dragon Tree.

 

I guess it’s giving me exercise though, running up and down the stairs like the other night searching for a winged pegasus, eventually I found it, being hidden by one of the wizards just out of sight on top of a cabinet. The companions are far more trouble than the dragons on their own.

 

Still, more travel boxes to find, dragons to settle in safely and carry on the search for a new home for us all.

Flying in the Dark

The black dog,

The demon in the fog,

The Dementor, that sucks out your soul

The darkest night,

The stealer of light,

The beast you cannot control.

Circling the drain,

The unseen pain,

The shadow that used to be you.

At the end of your wits,

In the depth of the pits,

Not knowing if you can get through.

Feeling a freak,

For being so weak,

Life is just a charade.

Thinking you’re dumb

For being so glum

Not keeping up, the masquerade.

No more acting the clown

When you’re feeling so down

But admitting it really stings

No more saying ‘I’m fine’

With a big glass of wine

The truth will give you wings.

I Guess the Dragons are still hungry

So a while ago I wrote THIS about my insomnia. At 4am in the morning I am pleased to announce I still have it and not only that I’m bloody well sick and tired of it. Friday evening was the last time I slept properly (after a sleeping pill). Since then I have been awake all Saturday night till 10am Sunday morning, Most of Sunday night, most of Monday night (despite a sleeping pill) and now again tonight. A few weeks ago it was toothache keeping me awake and now it’s this Bloody itchy rash.

OK so I guess it proves I am a dragoness and I’m just shedding my scales, they look like scales, feel like scales and are as itchy as hell. The steroid cream has helped the appearance a little and reduced itching but…..

The Dragons must still be hungry, I guess eating sheep just isn’t enough for them, maybe I should go out and find some tasty virgins, although not sure I’d find any round here. The dragons must also be nocturnal, maybe they’re vampire dragons – or hunt vampires?

 

Not seen any sparkly vampires for that matter either, guess the dragons have already eaten them. Personally speaking I’d much rather eat chocolate than vampires or sheep (saying absolutely nothing about eating virgins). Trouble is both hubby (MasterofDragons) and I are chocoholics so we don’t buy it that often, and when we do it doesn’t last very long at all. Just wondering what the hell I can feed the dragons to put them (and me) to sleep. Just had a bowl of crunchy nuts (kelloggs cereal not the other sort of crunchy nuts)

Hoping the antihistamine kicks in soon so I can try to get to sleep before the birds start there dawn chorus, although having said that I normally hear them before I get to sleep anyway – perhaps a recording of them playing when I first go to bed might help.

I had started writing a blog on St Georges day about how awful it is to slay dragons, perhaps I’ll finish it tomorrow, perhaps being slain is the only way I’l get any sleep.

easter-dragon.jpg

Happy Easter

Mermaid Falls

Encaustic painting of mermaid and poem

Love is love, on LGBT issues today

Samstar Speaks

I recently had a debate with a friend concerning LGBT issues today and wether in the present day we finally have equality.  I submitted that while there has been progress in recent years in recognising LGBT rights there was still a long way to go in order to achieve true equality. My friend on the other hand stated that ‘we’ now have same sex marriage and that sites like Facebook now recognise different types of gender identification, as a consequence we now have equality and the battle to recognise gay rights has been achieved. In addition there was little if anything left to change.  I strongly disagreed with this, while I am extremely pleased with the recent steps forward, I believe it is naïve to believe there is nothing left to change.

In order to illustrate my reasons why, I believe it would be useful to tell you a little…

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Floodle

Living in UK one thing you can pretty much guarantee is a healthy supply of precipitation which can result in floods – according to the signs on the road anyway.

Often I have driven through flooded roads that do not have warning signs on gotta love aquaplaning it sure gets your heart beating faster. Other times there are signs for floods and well no flood to be found.

I saw a sign the other day that said flood, but all I saw was a slightly larger than average puddle. Made me wonder if there is such a word as Floodle – a cross between a flood and a puddle. I googled it and it came up with a breed of dog. It also appears to be a spell in World of Warcraft.

 

Oh well back to the drawing board on inventing new words

Why the Dragons ate the Sheep

My pet dragon

I hate suffering from insomnia. At least once a week I am awake all night so get up out of frustration and the rest of the time my sleep isn’t so much broken but smashed into smithereens.

The doctor reluctantly gave me some sleeping pills which are great – when nightmares don’t wake me and if I can do nothing the day after as I’m left looking and acting like a zombie. (some might not notice the difference anyway)

One well-known piece of advice is to count sheep. Sounds great until while you are counting them you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a snowstorm and lose half of the buggers. Then there’s the noise from the bleating, whatever happened to The Silence of the Lambs?? These were anything but silent.

Anyway, I was getting quite annoyed by now and very irritable, being very tired and unable to sleep kind of does that to me and as I have a teenie, weenie bit of a thing for Dragons, thought I’d count Dragons instead. First though had to get rid of those noisy sheep so simplest solution was to have the Dragons eat them.

I never did get round to counting the Dragons. I was having too much fun playing with them and flying with them in my imagination to even think about sleeping, so I got up and wrote this

Demons

The artwork is called Halfway to Hades and the poem is Demons