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.

Song Lyric Sunday: The Wonder Years

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


A Motown song, they said, that should be easy, they said! No, no, and thrice no. There are way too many songs out there, and how on earth do you pick just one? Easy-peasy, check your most recent playlist for any Motown tracks. Turns out there were four, but the last one listed was Uptight (Everything’s Alright) by Stevie Wonder.

His musical career is well-documented, so I won’t waffle on about that, apart from pointing out he was only fifteen when he co-wrote and sang Uptight. As well as earning him his first Grammy nomination, this was his first song post-puberty.

Is it any wonder (all puns intended) he had hit after hit: listening to this record, it’s hard to believe that the guy belting out this song with oodles of emotion and soul was naught but a wee tacker of fifteen.

Baby, ev’rything is all right, uptight, out of sight
Baby, ev’rything is all right, uptight, out of sight

I’m a poor man’s son, from across the railroad tracks
The only shirt I own is hangin’ on my back
But I’m the envy of ev’ry single guy
Since I’m the apple of my girl’s eye
When we go out stepping on the town for a while
My money’s low and my suit’s out of style

But it’s all right if my clothes aren’t new
Out of sight because my heart is true
She says baby ev’rything is alright, uptight, out of sight
Baby, ev’rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight

She’s a pearl of a girl, I guess that’s what you might say
I guess her folks brought her up that way
The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised
In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids
She says no one is better than I, I know I’m just an average guy

No football hero or smooth Don Juan
Got empty pockets, you see I’m a poor man’s son
Can’t give her the things that money can buy
But I’ll never, never, never make my baby cry

And it’s all right, what I can’t do
Out of sight because my heart is true
She says baby ev’rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight

Baby, ev’rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
Baby, ev’rything is alright, uptight, ha ha ha ha, yeah
Baby, ev’rything is alright, uptight, way out of sight
Baby, ev’rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight

Songwriters: Henry Cosby / Stevie Wonder / Sylvia Moy
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

The Saturday Shed: Smother Love

Image source: pixabay.com

This is a scheduled post using the word FORGIVENESS for inspiration.
For those with the time or inclination: Feel free to join in!
The prompt next week is
AMELIORATE.


“The rhubarb is coming through.” Babs burst into the kitchen and dumped a muddy trug on the table. “I’ll pick some after lunch.” She threw her gloves on the draining board and began scrubbing her hands. “We could make some wine.”

“If you like.” Doris frowned and moved the colander of potatoes draining in the sink.

“Oops!” Babs laughed. “Sorry about that. But a drop of water never hurt anyone.” She reached for the towel. “You’ve done sausages, you star!”

“They’ll be cold by now. But if you could just clean that table, I’ll dish up.”

Babs grabbed the trug and plonked it in the laundry basket. Doris bit back her reprimand as Babs tucked a napkin into her shirt collar.

“You cook marvellous bangers.” She grinned through a mouthful of food. “Can’t think how I didn’t starve before I met you.”

Doris glanced at the photograph on the wall between the dresser and the fridge. A sweet face stared back at her. Babs’ mum. A woman who made it a holy mission to protect her daughter from pain, failure, and discomfort until the day she died.

“I’m sure you managed,” Doris murmured, spooning homemade tomato relish onto her plate.

“Not as well as I do now.” Babs laid down her cutlery. “You know how I was when we first met. But now…” Her voice trailed away.

“The food is still warm; would you credit it?” Doris chewed thoughtfully.

“Sorry,” Babs whispered. “I promise you; I do try.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if it’s another mother you want rather than a lover.”

“No, Dodo.” Babs stretched out a hand. “You are oxygen to me, but sometimes I get lightheaded and act like an idiot.”

Doris wrapped her fingers around Bab’s calloused palm. “If I am the air you breathe, then you are the blood in my veins.”

Babs blushed and attacked her food with gusto. “I’ll do the washing-up after we finish. And this afternoon, I’ll make a start on your herb garden idea.”

“What about the rhubarb?”

“It can wait until later, and I’ll make you a rhubarb crumble for tea.” Babs grinned at the thought.

“I’d like that,” Doris smiled.

Fibbing Friday – A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

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


1. What are fish nets?
Shark drag artists wear them.

2. What is a teddy?
A onesie for sex workers.

3. What is cross stitch?
Christian embroidery.

4. What is a basque?
How the French sunbathe.

5. What are daps?
Tap shoes for death metal musicians.

6. What are culottes?
Quilted toilet paper.

7. What are pedal pushers?
Rogue cyclists – just say NO, kids!

8. What are trews?
Lady sheep who cannot tell lies.

9. What is a gym slip?
When a gentleman’s shorts rip and his private parts become public.

10. What is a feather cut?
A mild form of BDSM.

One-Liner Wednesday: Doctors Without Borders

Doctor Who first appeared on British TV on this day in 1963.


Doctor Who was the first mythology that I learned before ever I ran into Greek or Roman or Egyptian mythologies.
Neil Gaiman


I don’t remember Doctor Who not being part of my life, and it became a part of growing up, along with The Beatles, National Health spectacles, and fog. And it runs deep. It’s in my DNA.
Peter Capaldi


My mother says my first television experience was hiding behind the sofa watching John Pertwee’s Doctor Who. I loved that show.
David Hewlett

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!