Dingle Berries

I have done a lot of prompts and am almost never stumped but this one has me.  It is one of M’s December ones found here.  Now this is not because I cannot come up with something, I am quite sure I can but no matter what every time I sit down to write it feels like rather loud mouthed fellow sits on the desk in front of me kegs akimbo and starts to shout rather loudly that I’m crazy about dingle berries, and I am not.  He is accusatory and mean and makes me feel rather bad about myself.

Now, I gave it some thought and I think that this tells me that I do in fact have a filter of sorts – something I am often accused of lacking.

I have researched the differing meanings of dingle berry – and there are a few – but the unpleasant one is the only one I can think of.  So much so that I have revisited this post every day for four days now and no matter how I try my work always seems to involve things that are most unpleasant. More unpleasant than usual.  There was one where there was a glass full of them and another where one fell into someones mouth when they were sleeping.

I think I will just move on to the next one prompt.  Google it though if you’re not sure.  It’ll make sense.