I’m doing Sunday Scribblings again this week I’ve got to write about the word Grateful.
I won an award once. I did – really! And I was soooooo grateful because I didn’t really deserve it. It was a runner up award. Not even that really, because I came last! I always call it my constipation award because it makes people laugh! It was actually a consolation award.
I was so grateful that when I went to bed that night I had a dream about it. I dreamt I was in a big restaurant. I was wearing a tight sexy red dress and a pair of sparkly sneakers with high heels! There were lots of people there going jaw-jaw-jaw about things I didn’t understand, but as there was lots of chardonnay I was very happy.
Then suddenly some bright lights shone on me. Everyone was staring and although I could see them clapping I couldn’t hear them. I realised I was listening to my iPod, so I took the ear things out and suddenly I could hear cheering. (Just a reminder, in case you’ve forgotten it was a dream) And then a voice called out ‘and the award goes to Rosemary Pinkerton’. It was great! I looked around and there was a lady beckoning me to go up onto a stage. I went up, and she presented me with a teapot made of chocolate. She said I had to make a speech.
Well, I seem to remember thanking my mum and dad for having me, my friends for being friends with me and all sorts of things like that. Then suddenly lots of tiny fairies appeared above everyone and scattered glitter everywhere. Everyone started hugging each other. It was lovely.
And then we all walked outside. The moon was smiling, and in the morning the sun was beaming.That’s when I woke up.
So that is my story about being grateful. Was it all right?