About ellacraigwrites

Ella Craig was born in Bristol and raised in South Gloucestershire where she trained as a lab technician. Fancying a change, she moved to Devon and worked in call centres, shops, and as an office temp along with a brief stint as an artist’s model (she kept her clothes on). Ella now lives on a farm in Bulgaria with her husband, three dogs, two cats and a flock of feral chickens. She published her first novel, Sunday Girl, in March 2019.

The Saturday Shed: A Stitch in Time

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is SWATCH.
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I was four when my mother first took me to the Time Shop. She needed an extra thirty minutes that day.

“Soft or hard?” asked the woman behind the counter.

“Better make it hard,” said my mother. “My in-laws are coming for tea, and I promised to make them scones.”

The woman smiled and produced a bolt of fabric. It sparkled and shimmered.

“No, darling.” Mother gently took my outstretched hand. “You mustn’t touch.”

“Let her play with the remnants. They won’t do her any harm.” The woman pointed to a metal basket. Inside, I found scraps of light, silks that really flowed like water and a strip of braid that twisted around on itself. When we left, the serving lady gave me a swatch of golden linen and told me to use it wisely. I didn’t understand, but I took it home and hung it in my bedroom window. My room glowed with every shade of yellow, even on the darkest of days.

My mother would only go to that shop once or twice a year. “No need to waste time,” she would say, “we only buy what we need.” And she always gave back her unused minutes.

It was thanks to her we never had to ration our time. There was little free time, but we were never out of time.

When I was twelve, I used my tiny scrap of material as my mother lay dying in her hospital bed. For the first and the last time, I told her how much I loved her.

Fibbing Friday: Stuck for Words

Di (Pensitivity101) hosts Fibbing Friday where truth is not an option!
To join in tag your answers #FibbingFriday and link back to Fibbing Friday.


Today’s whoppers are brought to you from Oloriel’s Sunday Confessionals.

1.  Novalunosis
The first time you moon through the window of a moving car.

2.  Wundervei
A rivetted bra for welders.

3.  Eramnesia
When you forget how to spell simple words.

4.  Witnessoja
Spotting the Loch Ness monster.

5.  Sundreesorro
Zorro in his/her Sunday best.

6.  Livilence
Like violence, but angrier.

7.  Seatherny
A hernia caused by improper sitting posture.

8.  Drizzlosis
Waking up on public transport to discover you’ve sleep-dribbled all down your front.

9.  Zirgwè
A segway for Z-listers.

10. Teresaurum
A burrowing dinosaur.

One-Liner Wednesday: Not to Be Balked At

Today is Culture and Literacy Day in Bulgaria.

Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.
Bulgarian proverb.


A gentle word opens an iron gate.
Bulgarian proverb.

You are permitted in time of great danger to walk with the devil until you have crossed the bridge.
Bulgarian proverb.

LindaGHill hosts One-Liner Wednesday. This is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the theme. Check out her blog for the rules, read other one-liners, and join in the fun!

Song Lyric Sunday: Disco Balls

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is Disco.


The US had Donna Summer, Michael Jackson, and Gloria Gaynor, and mainland Europe produced Boney M, Baccara and Modern Talking. But the UK came up with Kelly Marie and her 1980 one-hit wonder: Feels Like I’m in Love.

Kelly single-handedly resurrected the catsuit (or jumpsuit if you’re vegan) and pranced around in the video with a couple of sailors in front of London landmarks and disinterested tourists.

But we didn’t care. This was a fun disco song: it went to number one in the UK and conquered more European nations than Hitler.

The amusing thing is the track was allegedly written for Elvis Presley. Whether he recorded it or not is a moot point. But I like to think of him dancing around Graceland with a couple of friends. And he already had a jumpsuit.

My head is in a spin, my feet don’t touch the ground
Because you’re near to me, my head goes round and round
My knees are shakin’ baby, my heart it beats like a drum

It feels like, it feels like I’m in love

Ain’t been this way before, but I know I’m turned on
It’s time for something baby, I can’t turn off
My knees are shakin’ baby, my heart it beats like a drum

It feels like, it feels like I’m in love
My knees shake, my heart beats like a drum

It feels like, it feels like I’m in love
My knees shake, my heart beats like a drum

Ooh baby [x3]

My head is in a spin, my feet don’t touch the ground
Because you’re near to me, my head goes round and round
My knees are shakin’ baby, my heart it beats like a drum
It feels like, it feels like I’m in love
My knees shake, my heart beats like a drum

Ooh baby

Songwriter: Raymond Edward Dorset
© Roh Publishing

The Saturday Shed: Blowing Hot and Cold

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is SNOW.
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A curious old woman from Glasgow
Ordered whisky with a dash of Tabasco
She knocked back a shot
Cried by golly that’s hot
And spent the rest of the night eating snow