Oops!  As I was filling in a survey about my experiences doing the 31 January Challenges, (see previous blogs) I inadvertently ticked the box that said that I wanted to continue accepting challenges.
However, this section of challenges are weekly ones.

So here's week one.
I had to make a word cloud  of words that were of particular interest to me.
As I have already set myself a daily exercise challenge (what a busy bee I am going to be!) I listened carefully to the words that the YouTube aerobic instructor used to motivate, inspire and encourage to keep going! 
I came up with this very rough draft of a cloud but hopefully it will suffice for my first effort this week. 
I particularly liked, luxuriate in your brilliance! I think on grey, cold  days like today we should all  take time to do just that! Don't you!

  Here's the story: 
                                                                 Swinging on a Tyre.          
                                                          
I sneezed! The dust from the old photograph album tickled my nose. I peered inside. Carefully I turned the delicate pages full of black and white photographs still glossy after all those years.

I stopped at one page near the middle. There were four photographs and one empty space. I laughed. The funny looking boy dressed in old-fashioned clothes must have been my Dad when he was my age. He was standing near an old tree on top of a hill. Next to him, hanging by a rope, was a tyre.

 "A rope swing!" I thought with glee. "My Dad had a rope swing!"

The photograph was over bright in the corner so the sun must have been shining brightly. I glanced over to the next photograph. Dad was sitting on the tyre, holding the rope tightly. It was a lovely picture. He had a huge grin on his face. I felt as if I could feel the wind on my face. He must have had a brilliant time on that swing.

My eyes followed the small, dotted arrows, which were printed in the album down to the next picture.
"Oh. No!" I thought. The rope was snapping.

Tiny loose threads could be clearly seen as the edges of the rope frayed. Dad hadn't noticed. I wondered if the person, who had taken this picture, probably Grandad, had shouted a warning to him. I could imagine the worry on my Grandad's face as he saw the rope snap!

Photograph number four showed Dad flying yet still standing on the tyre. His facial expression had changed. "He's frightened!" I whispered to myself in the quiet of the attic. My six-foot Dad who no one could knock down. My Dad who had protected me all my life was scared.

Somehow this photograph made me love him even more. The space next to this photograph was empty. Tiny specks of dried glue were visible. I wondered what had happened next.

Dad's voice broke into my thoughts. "Tom," he shouted. "It's time for tea." I closed the book and rushed downstairs thinking, "I can't wait to find out!"
 Sue Westcott (C.) 2021

Here's the writing:
A little bit of fun!
Annie Says!
My friend Annie was telling me all about a book that she was reading on Charles 1. It was a terrible time; what with all the trouble between the Catholics and the Prostitutes!

Annie was telling me about her neighbour’s bad legs. Luckily, he’s got a nobility badge for his car!

Annie told me about her granddaughter’s prom. She was lucky; she was picked up in an American limon-squeeze!
​Sue Westcott (C.) 2021