Mary was clearing out the spare bedroom; she picked up an old saggy forlorn large cushion putting it in the pile to go to the local tip.

Just then her daughter Sarah came into the room ‘What are you doing Mum? you can’t get rid of that, I loved that as I was growing up, I used to curl up on it with my favourite book and lie back and dream, even shedding a few tears at times, it was like a faithful friend’

Sarah grabbed the cushion and rushed out of the room before her mother could stop her.

Once she got home with her bedraggled friend, Sarah set to work, unpicking, measuring and planning how to renovate her favourite cushion.

The next morning she set off to the local market and selected her materials; brightly coloured fabrics and plenty of stuffing.

After lunch Sarah got out her old trusty sewing machine and started by making a new inner lining for the stuffing and then went on to repair the outer fabric, replacing the worn sections with various shaped brightly coloured patches.

When the cushion was finally assembled Sarah stood back to admire her efforts and then threw it on the floor and promptly sank back into its comforting folds, picked up her latest book and smiled contentedly, happy with her restored perfectly puffy cushion.

Written by Margaret Yeo




No wasting time,

just get down to it.

Not quite what I’m used to,

out of my comfort zone,

would rather be in the garden

soaking up the sun.

Well here we go,


I collect all that I need,

bucket, brush, cloths and mop,

Ah, nearly forgot my gloves.

I get down on hands and knees 

frantically scrubbing with all my might.

once started can’t afford to stop.

Oh, these aching limbs.


At last I’m finished,

standing back to admire my work,

Sparkling flag stones of my kitchen floor

restored to their former glory.

A moment of great satisfaction 

as I remove my bright yellow gloves

relieved at the sight of my unscathed hands.


A Marigold Moment.

Written by Margaret Yeo


Garden bursting into flower

How an unexpected global situation can drastically change our tempo of living.
How often have I said ‘stop the world I want to get off ‘ when life has become too fast and chaotic, rushing from one place to another, going around in circles.

It has been said one should be careful what you wish for: well metaphorically the world has stopped and our daily routine drastically changed. In lockdown, confined to the home, life has slowed. We now have the unique opportunity to stop, stand and stare and appreciate the sights and surroundings around us. Listening to the song of the blackbird, watching our garden bursting into flower. To take upforgotten hobbies and even develop new ones. Time pick up old discarded hobbies and even discover new ones. A chance to read those books sitting on the shelf.

When this pandemic is finally over let us hope that we have learnt some valuable lessons that we may never let the tempo of life run out of control again. That we make time to stop, stand and stare and appreciate the beauty of the world around us, and being kind to others and ourselves.