There is no good or bad news, there is only news…

As the famous (well in my wee boys minds anyway) Oogway the wise turtle once said, there is no good or bad news, there is only news!

So, the bad news first…

As most of my friends are aware, I entered a competition run by the Borders Writer’s Forum to raise much needed pennies for the Sick Kids Foundation. The winner would have their entry read out at the Borders Book Festival on Saturday 16th June along with receiving some beautiful crystal and going home with an amazing accolade under their belt.

As the theme was to be ‘Illness & the child’ I decided to embark on a rhyming story regarding Wee C’s visit to the sick kids recently. Six stitches for him and a large gin and tonic for mum after we got back.  Both of us are fine now though!

Anyway, I am digressing – I was short-listed from 38 entries down to 11, too much excitement and trepidation in my mind. Sadly It wasn’t meant to be but I still enjoy reading this poem (although not reliving the night itself) and as so many have asked to see it, I am going against all my plagiarism instincts and letting you have a wee look. Please let me know what you think!

Learning To Fall

I didn’t know what happened

When you fell and hurt your head,

You stood up straight away

But you were covered all in red.


The shock of your great fall

Really hit us hard,

Of all the bumps and scrapes you’ve had

This topped the list by far.


The hole that made it’s ugly mark

Was there for all to see,

You wondered what was going on

Sitting dazed upon my knee.


I pressed a towel to your wound

And watched as you grew quiet,

I couldn’t let you close your eyes

Not even for a minute.


We sang some songs together

While we waited patiently,

Daddy made a dash for home

– Ambulance on its way.


Your brother and your best friend too

They tried to make us laugh,

They did a dance and told us jokes

and pretended to be giraffe’s!


We wanted you to forget

Even for a little while,

Of all the pain in your head

in the hope that you might smile.


Accidents happen all the time

It’s just the way you are,

We love your scrapes, scuffs and all

Our fantastic little star.


We got you home all cleaned up

The end of day in sight,

You went to bed and fell asleep

While we watched you through the night.


Seven days later, bandages off

Another brave day for you,

Six stitches out, you were so proud

You even took them into school.


I won’t forget what happened

I think about it every day,

You’re such a brave wee boy

and special in every way.


After all the lessons learned that day

You still climb up that high,

It hasn’t put you off at all

but did you really want to fly?


The doctor’s and the nurses

Made our visit so care-free,

The Sick Kids in Edinburgh

Is the safest place to be.


So if you fall and hurt your wrist

Or break your collar bone,

There’s a magical place to make you well

At the other end of the phone.

© Sarah Broadley 2012

And the good news…

The NHS have decided that they really like my ‘Perfect Patch’ poem so much, they are getting in touch with some illustrators to take my idea forward for their web site….watch this space!


The Grey-haired Lady

Yes, that’s right folks – it’s me!! Hands up, I am the lady of grey-haired qualities, well according to wee C anyway.

There I was, minding my own business, helping my little cherubs become the studious and fast learners that they ought to be (yeh right as long as they can read and write then I am a happy camper) and giving it some large to the Curriculum of Excellence, as you do, from the comforts of our humble abode.

When our conversation takes a wee turn for the worst:

Wee C: Mum?

Me: Yes?

Wee C:  I’m not very good at this am I?

Me: I think you’re doing really well, now let’s get the last couple of pages done before bath

Wee C: hmmmm

Slight pause…….

Wee C: Mum?

Me: Yes (deeply sighing inward)

Wee C: am I giving you grey hairs?

Me: (trying hard not laugh) no, I don’t think so

Wee C: well, what’s that on your head then?

And the crowd goes wild…….sob

And now for something different…

You may be aware that I like to write rhyming stories. So, it comes with great trepidation and a large amount of courage to announce that I have stepped over to the dark side for a brief moment in time!

After spending numerous hours researching the pro’s and con’s of eye patches and trying to figure out which public domain would be best suited to help with my written word on this subject (see watcha doin’ for a better explanation), I came across a competition for writers through my bible aka The Writers and Artists Yearbook 2012.

However, there is to be no fluffiness or pink clouds or anything that lovely this time as the competition is to be on short stories of the criminal nature. Gasp. Horror. Shriek.

Anyway, I have written a wee piece called Siren and after lengthy conversations with my in-house proof-reader (Neil) we have managed to get it down to under 1000 words.

It’s a monthly competition where the theme changes and there is a winner and four runners-up every month. However in November they announce the overall winner which results in publication. So…onwards and upwards I go. Wish me luck!

Dance like no-one is watching

Another Sunday morning and after numerous games of chess, draughts, I-spy and putting the world to rights Broadley style, my wee rugrats have finally succumbed to the chill out zone (aka the sofa). Now that I have some time, I can reflect on a wee party we attended last night.

Getting involved in school events is a bit like a rock and a hard place – you really want to help out but you either don’t have the time or sometimes sadly the inclination or enthusiasm.

Anyway, I helped along with all the other usual suspects.  And what a great night it was. For all those who haven’t been to a ceilidh before, if you need a great way to get your kids tired in the hope of that ever elusive lie in, then this is the event for you. It was great to see so many in kilts, the effort made by all was fantastic. Some times ceilidh’s can be a hit or a miss, but the parents and kids who came along put our fears to rest and the dance floor was busy all night.

The makeshift bar went down ‘a wee treat’ and was dry by the end of the night,  surely a good sign that the adults had as much fun as the kids! Needless to say the tuck shop had a steady stream of eager kids waiting for the sugar hit from all the goodies – well, if you can’t give them sweeties on a Saturday night then when can you?

In true event style, I asked a ‘panel of experts’ (N and C to all that know them) to sum up their experience of the night, so here you have it:

So tell me Mstr N and Mstr C, what did you think of the Ceilidh last night?

Wee N – ‘I thought it was good and it was really good dancing. I got some pennies from you and Dad and I bought some sweets. I liked wearing my kilt but half way along the road it nearly fell down and I had to pull it up. It was really fun but I lost on ‘Heads and Tails’ and  ‘Coin Roll’ and I was quite sad at those two games. But we got to run around and it was great fun.’

Wee C – ‘My good thing was that the sweeties were so chewy I got to suck them. When I was wearing my kilt I thought I looked like a girl but I do like wearing it. I danced with my cousin C but I was quite squished.’

And there we have it folks. Ceilidh’s rock – as do the sweets, kilts and games. Sorted.

Next up – the May Fair…help ma boab!


A productive day at the office

I am feeling a sense of enormous well-being today after finally updating information on all my work to date. Not being the slightest bit technically minded, I think I have done not too shabby a job either, although it did take me a while!

I am trying (very – as some folk might say, yeh you know who you are!) to master the technical side of things too. Let me know what you think!

Click  link here for the updates made today!