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BORN FOR A REASON BY FIONA CUMMINGS

BORN FOR A REASON

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I was born for a reason

To give the blind freedom

I had no choice in the matter

These four paws pitta patta

Guiding my owner

Whose name is Fiona

At first she was a stranger

Then a friend

I kept her safe from danger

Getting her from A to B

I know she can’t see

She’s now my family

Ile love her till the end

When I was ten

They said it was time

For me to retire

The end of the line

My owner did cry

As for years I was her eyes

Just because I can’t walk good today

She didn’t throw me away

She said I could stay

Keep my own bed

And cuddly toys

And stay with my big brother

Who’s now a man

I first met when a boy

Sometimes I feel bad

But get love from my Dad

It’s my hips you see

They don’t belong to me

As my brain want’s to run

And have so much fun

But my body can’t anymore

Some days I just lay on the floor

As my joints get sore

I’m an old Labrador

But like I said before

I am the lucky one

As I got to stay

With my loving family

Till the end of my day

POLISH/ENGLISH

Good evening. This morning went as planned. We took Wagga and BB on the field. Waggatail decided to go off and play with a little boy and his ball. She is ball obsessed. Nothing will bring her back, any biscuits or toys with squeaks and bells. Nothing will distract her from a ball.

Oh I was so worried in case she burst the child’s ball. Thank God she didn’t.

When you go for a walk with our dogs, you really have been through a workout by the time you get home. My left arm, is an inch longer than my right?

Then when we arrived home, LC, decided to let us know, we left her behind. She was a pain. I think Dean, our Canary, Irish you know. Also protested. He sang top of his voice. As though a brattish child, being really annoying.

So Arty off to the US now on holiday. She needs a break, having just lost her Uncle and Father in Law.

No way I could take Wagga on a free run, as if she was to run off, I would never get her back. So thank God guide dogs was able to find Arty.

Then to the vet’s with  BB and LC. OMG? A huge bus pulled up for us, well, OK, it was a mini bus. Rather lovely it was, except, the driver didn’t know how to speak English? That was just mad. He through broken English, tried to ask where we were going. When he kind of understood us, he then drove us there in the afterwork traffic. Hub started something. He asked the driver through some kind of microphone, if there was a window in the back, as the dogs were doing their impression of steam trains and I was absolutely boiling.

Well, you know when you start something you just can’t finish?

The driver didn’t know what Hub was asking, but we ended up knowing that there were no handles on the doors for the windows. There were three buttons for lights, an odd contraption for the door to open and speakers, no window winders.

Well, we got to the vets. It didn’t seem familiar. I asked the driver if he could show us where the door was?

Oopsie.

He didn’t know what we were saying, after another minute, he kind of guessed then he tried to walk us into a blooming window.

Hahahahaha.

I said to Hub, you know you should not be allowed a job with the public if you can’t talk English?

If you need to get somewhere and the driver doesn’t understand what you are saying, it’s a little on the mad side.

We got there and saw the lovely vet. He was as camp as Christmas and absolutely adorable. He was so lovely to the dogs.

We got back home with another driver.

xx

PARCELS

Good day, I am ready to go out with Arty. We are going for a walk with the beasty girls. I hope it is not muddy with the rain? Arty, is away for two weeks though, so their last chance to run for freedom. I really enjoyed my night out with our friends Flexi and Rich. They are sweet and fun people. Flexi and I didn’t get chance to have our girly chat, but sure we will do that over a coffee when she gets back from her holiday in Vietnam. She and I put the world to right but when the men are around, it’s fun chat only.

Oh the food was divine. Absolutely delicious. So fresh. The staff there wear traditional clothing and you can taste the fresh spices. I love it. And the company was terrific too.

Teen home tonight. We are off to the vet’s with Black beauty and Long Chops.

Just their normal needles, but shush, don’t tell them!

An exhausting morning of delivery’s. First eight o clock, parcel number one. Then some cane screening for the fence in the garden. Then box number one of dog food, then Arty noticed a postcard pushed through the front door. A delivery of LC’s dog food came at half seven. As ever Parcel force, hadn’t bothered to knock. They drive me mad, they know it is dog food from guide dogs, and yet they put a card with print through the door, saying where they have left the dog food worth almost £100. It has been left in the street, next to our garage, in a bin. This time next to our gate. Really, they should knock. They have no patients.

Our neighbour is coming around later. The nice guy who cuts our grass. I think he is coming to talk business with Hub. I shall put on the kettle. Ha.

My teen left on Saturday, I told him, to wash his uniform for work. He said he would, he wanted to hand wash it, so it didn’t shrink… Our drier has been a little on the naughty side of late. Rather hungry and enjoys our fabrics for lunch, so some of the clothes, have been coming out a bit smaller than they went in.

Well he hand washed some things, put them on the airer out on the patio and put his other clothes in the drier. Then left. So, the rain came, Hub ran to get in his clothes, then went into the garage to turn off the drier with teens clothes in, then last night on the floor, I found teens uniform.

Bone dry.

Dirty.

So I have washed that now. Oh, the clothes in the drier, he was meant to take with him. He left.

Anyway, all sorted now. I hope he has had a great time, sure he will have done.

Daddy Bun is really kind. I am in debt to him and feel really bad, about how much time teen spends with him.

Chat more later and I shall tell you about our trip to the vet’s and my walk with Arty. With love.

THE ELEPHANTS AND THE MOON

Happy Monday to you all. I know a lot of people don’t like Mondays? I, don’t like Monday’s was a song by the group Boomtown Rats, during the summer of 1979 and was in our charts at Number one, for four weeks.

Monday means Moons day. The word comes from the Anglo Saxon Monandaeg.

 Today is sunny here, with the best fresh air at last. Out of my front window anyway, the back is baking.

Tonight I am going out with Hub, and our friends Flexi, and  her Husband, our Funny Welsh friend.

We are going to a fantastic Indian Restaurant.

Teen still at Bunches will be till tomorrow. I think he is going to her Dads tonight? He really gets on with her family, and this is lovely for him.

It's Daddy Buns birthday soon, so I hope Teen treats him to something nice, as he has been so kind to my Son.

OK, forget the lovely weather? I can hear it raining now, I have had to run around and close the windows. The rain drops I think come from a nearby golf course? They are golf balls. Enormous?

Well just what the garden asked for.

Through the night, I have never heard anything quite like this.

The birds? Really, the night/dawn sky was full of every bird. Seagulls, Geese and beautiful blackbirds as well as bird’s one perhaps should have to get her bird book out to read up on? If she had one?

Hahaha.

They came from a cage, caught by the local freedom for bird’s society, well, that is what it seemed like?

As they all came together, flew over our house about half four this morning.

It was as though their weather man, had told them, there was a storm brewing?

Well obviously in birdy land, the weather forecast isn't half as accurate as humans, as technology hasn't took to the birdie world yet, as were about eight hours too early. Oh talking about amazing creatures?

"We weren't?

Oh well, we will now. Did you hear about my favourite animals and the latest studies on their brains?

Research has shown that Elephants now, have learned that if they steal food from farms, and I'm not talking homemade bread and cheese, but, vegetable produce from the fields? Well, they pinch it when the moon is small. As in a full moon, they can be seen more clearly, so have more chance to be caught.

How beautiful and amazing are Elephants? I simply love them as my huge collection of elephants in my house, will prove. I think I have about thirty now? And a large one my Hub bought me for my birthday, in my garden. OK, time for housework now. Yawn? I guess there is a little cooler breaze and its not so hot, so there is an ironing board with my name on it. Later Gators. x

 

 

FISH & CHIPS

I hope you have had a great day? Hub and I have had a lovely day together where we belong. We are so great together, we have had a simple day, of housework and cooking, I am his Manager. Haha. I tell him what needs doing and he does it. Whilst he is doing that I get on with something else. Same in the kitchen when we are cooking, we complement each other so much. I just love talking and relaxing with him. I really miss my boy though. So much. I hope him and Bunches are having fun. I have tried phoning him, to ask how he is but no answer as ever.

Hub now is watching top gear? Oh it is the most awful show? I just think of all the pollution in the environment?

Spoke to my American family yesterday that was nice. She is going with her sister, who is a lovely person, whom I miss so much, to Mexico for a month.

My DD, English Dad living in the US, is staying at home.

I’m sure Mexico will be great, they have been many times before and the colours and people as well as the cream cakes, sound amazing?

The heat is really getting to our dogs now. They are not the same.

We have had rain but nowhere near enough.

The show Hub is watching has a car on it, Lamborghini. It is valued at £2000,000

How obscene?

This is what I mean about that show. It’s too pretentious.

Since I started writing this, teen has been on the phone. Had a lovely day been to the cinema and now eating Fish & Chips? I love him so much, I pray he will go back to being close to me like he used to be? I was so proud that we had an amazing relationship.

Getting excited about going away for a couple of days with Hub soon. Love time with him. I have just given him an enormous dish of cheese cake? Hahaha. If he finishes that, I will eat my skirt.

Can’t say hat anymore, as don’t own one.

Going to watch a great drama, we have been following for some weeks. We love it. It is called The White Queen. All about Queen Elizabeth an war of the roses.

I have tried to contact my wonderful painter for a week, no answer. Nightmare, as I found a painter, who I could trust to do a great job. I also am trying to call the gardener my friend Flexi gave me, again no answer.

Take care talk later. xx

 

SUNDAY SMILE

I wanted to share a surreal situation Hub and I experienced yesterday whilst shopping at our pastry shop. I waited outside for my Husband to buy some items, as the shop is tiny.

This is how his conversation went.

Hub, Could I have a minted lamb pasty please?

Shop keeper, “Sorry we don’t sell minted lamb!”

“You don’t? I have had them from here every time!”

“We only sell lamb with mint!”

“So, minted lamb?”

“No, lamb with mint.”

“Ok, I will have one of those please?”

He got home, and went to eat his minted lamb or lamb with mint pasty, and guess what?

It was a cheese pasty… Hahahahahaha.

My Son tells me funny stories about perspective from his point of view, behind the counter selling. He says he gets the same stories every day and he has to laugh at all of them, as each customer, thinks they are the first person to crack that joke, and thinks they are so funny.

X

SUMMER RAIN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

SUMMER RAIN

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I hear the raindrops falling

The garden is calling

Stretching up to the life line

Relief from the heat of summertime

The smell of the rain is stunning

Fresh water running

I sit under a roof of glass

Inhaling the wet grass

The constant sounds

Of water which pounds

Like a crowd

Happy clapping

It’s so loud

An yet pleasant

It’s a gift

A beautiful present

The moon shines down

With a frown

 It’s a crescent

His glow reflects shadows

Down on the shiny paths

The glisten from the meadows

Birds have their baths

Cars their wheels splash

People dash

Damp wood

Smells so good

Distant thunder rumbles

Night blanket grumbles

Trees where teardrops

Drooping shrubs flop

Silver foil like crystals form

Grieving for the summer storm

A beautiful fresh breaze

Blows thirsty petals seeds

That is where nature lives on again

Thanks to the needed summer rain

BUNCHES BACK SO BUTTERFLIES ALL ROUND?

 Good day to you all. Wow, what a lovely day? We woke early this morning to get into town, before the tourists woke up. Went to the bank and once again, they could not do what we wanted them to do. Too busy in raising money for charity hanging balloons up etcetera

We went to our normal shop and Hub went in, I waited outside and he was blooming ages?

I heard a voice miles away, well, OK, about forty seconds away from the door Hub went in, exactly like my Husbands. Same accent, same voice, same laugh.

It was too blooming weird?

Then I heard puppy paws. It was our LC, saying

“Daddy, for goodness sake, Mummy is over here?

Ha, there were two doors in our shop. Hub went in the one he always uses didn’t know until today, there were two doors, so he came out of another one by mistake.

Then we went to our pasty shop. Yum.

Hub went in there too?  Only one door there. Then we went for lunch. Oh it was great. We sat outside an enjoyed the gentle breaze, which provided some relief from the mid day sun.

It was a kind of a court yard. There were steps everywhere. Going down to a cellar, up to the roof where the bins were and up a few to the inside part of the café.

It’s a French shop, but they have stopped selling French cider and French wine, swapped the French wine, for Italian, and cider for English cider.

So where is the authenticity?

But it was really lovely.

Then time to come home.

I just hold on for life, to my Hub and let him take over. He is amazing. I am dizzy with disorientation. Hub and LC, weaves in and out of the cobbled streets and through the narrow alley ways.

We caught our bus; it came in a minute of waiting. The people as ever, were so very friendly, telling us, it was our number. Hubs IPhone got us back.

With the help of the bus driver of course? Haha.

Came home, had a pleasant afternoon with Teen, as he only did half a day, as for the second week, they at work, messed his pay up, so let him come home and will pay him for not working, to make up for the missing money.

Now he has left for Bunches. He is meeting with her at the train station. I bet he has butterflies jumping and flying around

He is staying with her and Sister Bun tonight and tomorrow, going to Daddy Buns. Teen will love that, as he really likes being with the family.

He has been lovely today and yesterday.  Like having my Son back thank God.

Though it is sunny and hot here, rain is to come. In the south it is to be quite dangerous.

Oh, it’s awful what is happening in Egypt? Such a shame.

As I have said before, the world is going mad.

So a peaceful weekend with Hub, and I hope Teen and Bunches, have a lovely time? Miss him though, but love being with Hub too.

 

Fifi hugs

My blind husband has just took his IPhone outside to see if my garden lights are on, I put a string of them around a metal arch I have for my roses to grow up. They are blue lights. Not only could his application on his phone tell him they were on, but told him they were chasing? In other words turning on and off, as though to flash?

Amazing technology?

It’s the pumpkin hour must dash to try to sleep, as have to be up when the larks sing. We are going to the bank and have to be on the half eight bus into town, as in the summer in our town, it is full of tourists, not watching where they are going, too busy looking at the buildings?

I’ sure we will have a laugh tomorrow in the town, I can’t go anywhere without something happening? Haha. With love until tomorrow. Big Fifi hugs. x

IT'S OLGA'S BIRTHDAY

  Today is my friends birthday. She lives in Moscow and I would like to wish her a wonderful day. Missing you and come over soon?

JEWELS FOR BIRTHDAY

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A cyber cake

Is on it’s way

From me to you

Make a wish

  Watch it come true

We have been friends forever

I just want today for us to be together

 It’s your special day

 Sending lots of hugs your way

Can you close your eyes

Look at your surprise?

I have given you the finest jewel

Made a birthday cake

It’s delicious just don’t drool?

Look at the pretty candles

Blow them out

Eat with a cup of tea

Poured from a golden spout

A china cup with two silver handles

As it will be so heavy and full

Of fine amber liquid

A spoon for ruby sugar lumps

May everything you wish for

Come up trumps

All your heart desires

Gifts of beautiful sapphires

Songs from angelic quires

Bands play your favourite tune

Catch your birthday balloon

I pray to see you very soon

Before my words come to the end

I want to say

Happy birthday dearest friend

SO BEAUTIFUL

There are some beautiful quotations online out there in cyber world, but all which have the power to be able to touch our hearts. My favourite quotes come from Aarti Khurana, a study I must frequent more oftern. Giving not only my heart and soul, but brain some positive knowledge.

 I can’t explain love; it’s something far too amazing to be explained. It’s indescribable. It’s waking up in the morning, looking over at them and feeling lucky to have them. It’s the person you think of during those sad mushy love songs. It’s whoever changes your life for the better. It’s whoever makes you feel safe when they hold you. It’s your best friend and your soul mate. It’s the person who makes you howl with laughter when you don’t even want to smile.

You don’t always have to fall in love to experience true love. You can have a friend, who will tick all these boxes. A soul mate.

Soul mates just happen and it is one of the most beautiful, sacred, and unique and fulfilling relationship you can be in. A thousand jigsaw pieces will fall into place when you unite with your soul mate. Soul mate relationship is an eternal bond of two souls connected to each other with strings of divinity to cherish eternal joy and bliss. It is a journey of two people who were paired up in heaven to unite in an eternal and timeless bond for an entire lifetime. When two soul mates are destined to meet, nothing in this world can keep them apart from each other. They will meet somewhere, some place and somehow, no matter what circumstances they are in . When the right time comes the universe gathers together and soul mates are drawn to each other in the most magical way. They fall in love with each other’s existence the moment they lay their eyes on each other looking beyond each other’s imperfections and flaws.

That last quotation was from the great

Aarti Khurana

Do you have a soul mate?

 

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT?

Well, it’s not mid day yet and it has been one of those surreal days already?

First we woke by the sounds of the recycle bins being collected. You know we had our street party? So lots of glass bottles? You know I don’t really drink alcohol? I drank a full bottle to myself that night so was rather on the tipsy side? What you may not know, I can’t remember if I told you, but when we were coming home from the Doctors the other day, a neighbour who was not at the party  stopped us to chat,  he said he had heard that I had got “Drunk?”

OMG? I bet there were people there who were in a right state, or who had drank more than me? I was mortified, in fact my mort has never been so fied?

So Hub thought it would be fun to say today as the glass bins were being emptied,

“Oh, wait until they come to our bin? What will the neighbours say?” Well, there were a few bottles of cider in there, empty of course, as two weeks ago; I bought three bottles of the fluid, ha. There were pickle jars and other food jars. So our bin did make a bit of a clatter. I died with shame.

Oh but when it came to the house where the main bottles went in, hahahaha. You should have heard it? What will the bin men think?

“What a problem street?”

Then I went to order dog food for my big beastie girl Long Chops. I phoned up direct inquiries and asked for the number. I said the name of the company, followed by pet products.

He asked, was it the joinery number I wanted?

I said no, it’s dog food.

He said

“Oh here it is for you. Do you want the main number for the joiner, or the wood shop number?”

I said no, it’s a company that sells only dog food.

Needless to say, I just put the phone down.

I called guide dogs and they kindly gave me the number.

When I got through to them, I was asked was my dog “Ralph?

I laughed and said no, she is a girl. They had my address, name, ect, but were rather insistent that it was Ralph?

Ralph? Who the heckers is Ralph? Hahahahaha

She said, I don’t understand, we have Ralph but then half way through, we have LC?

So, has our dog had her bits and bobs dealt with in the past?

Do I say good girl? Or good boy now?

Right, going to wake the living dead, Teen Blogget, see if he has his happy head on today? Only one day before his love is home, so here’s hoping? x

HHHHHHH WHERE TO GO?

Hi, hot night. Hub home. Huffing Teen over it. Hearing still bad. Haha! Where would we be without the letter H?

Hubs daughters also behaved badly today, so it’s in the air? Listening to the news tonight, I feel sad for the people in the train crash in Spain. My heart goes out to them. So many, too many, natural disasters this year with transport? Last year it was the weather. What will next year be?

I wish peace and love?

Why has a pill not been invented yet, to make people loving and caring?

I can’t talk; it got rather heated with teen and myself before. I just can’t understand two things. One, how much he has changed and two how someone so kind, could love someone so hard? I really wished Bunches and I could have got on? I just want a happy family and the way Hub and I have been made to feel over the past six months is just too cruel.

I spoke to Mummy Bun on the phone, and she seemed really nice, I’m sure she is, she certainly is to Teen, but think she thinks like Bunches that they are so much better than us?

As I have said before, my Husband has A’s for all of his exams at school then went onto University. He had a fantastic education and speaks beautiful English. He received the highest results at University so the only thing can be left is his eyes not working. As for me, OK, they might not want to know us because of me? I have A’s but just at GCSE’s. No university and I don’t talk perfect English, I’m a Geordie, and proud of it. I have originality, not cloned to talk in a certain way. I am real. I have a heart and overflowing with love. Bunches is really missing out. Her Mum is moving away and leaving her at a boarding school come September. Bunches could have had a home here, somewhere to go if she was home sick, if Teen had not made enemies of us.

Oh well, such is life. My x has been stirring trouble again sadly, but you know what? I’m no longer afraid of him, he can’t hurt me anymore and Teen is big enough to fend for himself, not that my x will ever hurt teen now. He picks on the vulnerable.

Missing my bf, as he is a busy bee these days fixing his house. Spoke to him for our normal session last week, but it seems like a forever away.

I have joined a group online, meeting new people around the world. I can’t believe, how absolutely amazing some of the people are? It’s interesting to watch, already there are clicks and I am for sure to blame on this. I have my favourite friends on there, but try to interact with others too, as I hate leaving people out? Some of the people I really feel like I will know all my life.

About six/seven people are really adorable. It’s so interesting to learn of their different cultures. People from abroad, are so much kinder and warmer than us in the UK? Though a few of the friends from the group are from the UK and are really nice.

We chatted about all meeting up one day. That would be so sweet to see these empty faces in real life?

Oh here I am writing again, sitting here being lazy and my poor Husband is going mad. He has been in London all day and has just emptied the dishwasher, filled it again and now putting out the bins, going absolutely mad, as Teen just gets off his chair and goes to bed. He can see the kitchen but chooses not to do anything to it.

Need some tips from Mummy Bun, as Bunches never does that at her house? She works hard and bless her, even when she is here; she always asks if she can help?

Oh, I don’t want to go up to bed, as I have a dreadful feeling, Hub will continue the anger towards Teen. I can’t stay chatting here, as already feel bad about him having to do my work. Where do I go?

 

WHY AND HOW By Fiona Cummings

Why and how

By Fiona Cummings

 The pain is too much now

I can’t take anymore

People ask why and how

I do not walk out of the door

Answer is simple

I have lost all I had

Lessons of cruelty

And treatments so bad

My heart has been shredded

When I was created

I was already broken

My teacher has spoken

Giving lectures on choking

How bony fingers become tighter

Heavy breathing gets lighter

Closer to the fire

On an iron spike

Roasting flesh

The devil does like

Gouged out eyes

Eaten by flies

Trampled on by studded boots

Buried under old roots

Forgotten and flung

On a map a crumb

Life goes on

For everyone

My soul just watches from a far

Perched up high

On a shiny star

Clouds are my blankets

For comfort now

So people can’t wonder

Why, and how

NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Here I sit outside, the sun is really hot, an yet there is relief coming from the warm wind and some cool rain drops are falling, but one every half a minute? My Wagga lays by my feet and I am here chilling after stupidly flying off the handle with my teen.

So Hub went to the capital today and teen went to work. I knew he would be tired, as he was talking to his girl Bunches till after one this morning after doing a very long shift at work. Of course he wanted to talk to her, he misses and loves her, but I knew he had less than five hours sleep and needed to work today, so I asked him to come off the phone? Of course again, not a popular Mum,  but I was right, as he only managed three hours, before he came home.

Well, I let him relax for a few hours, and then asked if he would help me to construct our garden heater?

I always have good intentions when doing something with Teen, but it always ends in disaster.

Well, let me just say, he has stormed in the house, my heater is half made and there are plastic bags all over the garden as well as the instructions and tools out of the garage. Now I am going to have to try to find them all.

Why? Because I as I said, flew off the handle. Why?

I’m really hurt. Deep to the heart and stomach. You know when I first met Bunches; I was so pleased to have a sweet little girl in the family. I wanted to love her as my daughter and welcome her. Teen made this impossible as every time he visits her, he comes back a child from hell. He swears at me and puts me down just like his father did. Telling me how useless I am hopeless and more. This week Bunches has been on holiday, he has been perfect. Until today.

I found out, that when teen went to the races, it was a big family day.

There was Daddy Bun, his girlfriend, Mummy Bun her boyfriend, Sister Bun her boyfriend Teen and Bunches as well as Sister Buns Dad.

All parents but us. The two who cannot be seen or spoken to, be seen out with and treat to be honest like freaks.

I’m absolutely hurt. I wouldn’t’ care, if we had been asked, we would have said no. But to find out, we were deliberately not asked, well. That is me through

It’s a dreadful thing when we are made out to be so unwelcome. I just wish kids today had a little more heart, but I guess how can they, when the adults around them haven’t. I really am finished.

I do believe what goes around comes around though.

I’ve decided what colour I am having for our sitting room. Cream, gold and light red. Yep, it had to be in there somewhere?

Later gators. x

NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Here I sit outside, the sun is really hot, an yet there is relief coming from the warm wind and some cool rain drops are falling, but one every half a minute? My Wagga lays by my feet and I am here chilling after stupidly flying off the handle with my teen.

So Hub went to the capital today and teen went to work. I knew he would be tired, as he was talking to his girl Bunches till after one this morning after doing a very long shift at work. Of course he wanted to talk to her, he misses and loves her, but I knew he had less than five hours sleep and needed to work today, so I asked him to come off the phone? Of course again, not a popular Mum,  but I was right, as he only managed three hours, before he came home.

Well, I let him relax for a few hours, and then asked if he would help me to construct our garden heater?

I always have good intentions when doing something with Teen, but it always ends in disaster.

Well, let me just say, he has stormed in the house, my heater is half made and there are plastic bags all over the garden as well as the instructions and tools out of the garage. Now I am going to have to try to find them all.

Why? Because I as I said, flew off the handle. Why?

I’m really hurt. Deep to the heart and stomach. You know when I first met Bunches; I was so pleased to have a sweet little girl in the family. I wanted to love her as my daughter and welcome her. Teen made this impossible as every time he visits her, he comes back a child from hell. He swears at me and puts me down just like his father did. Telling me how useless I am hopeless and more. This week Bunches has been on holiday, he has been perfect. Until today.

I found out, that when teen went to the races, it was a big family day.

There was Daddy Bun, his girlfriend, Mummy Bun her boyfriend, Sister Bun her boyfriend Teen and Bunches as well as Sister Buns Dad.

All parents but us. The two who cannot be seen or spoken to, be seen out with and treat to be honest like freaks.

I’m absolutely hurt. I wouldn’t’ care, if we had been asked, we would have said no. But to find out, we were deliberately not asked, well. That is me through

It’s a dreadful thing when we are made out to be so unwelcome. I just wish kids today had a little more heart, but I guess how can they, when the adults around them haven’t. I really am finished.

I do believe what goes around comes around though.

I’ve decided what colour I am having for our sitting room. Cream, gold and light red. Yep, it had to be in there somewhere?

Later gators. x

WORDS THROUGH THE NIGHT

I must go to bed as it’s about three in the morning. My Son has to be up in three hours for another very long day at work and my Husband ten minutes after that, for a long day in London. I shall make them breakfast before work and then go back to bed. My favourite time to sleep, when everyone else, is getting up.

I wonder you know, if my sleep pattern stems from boarding school? The dread and fear of the horrid so called house mother, who used to come in every morning just after seven to screech our names, to wake us from our sleep.

I just hated those words. “Good morning girls.

Our first house Mother at our first school was a real dragon. A sinister person. I wrote about her when we met her after many years? My Husband was really funny with her…

My second boarding school, she was not so nasty. An old lady, who had a heart, just it was clothed in ice. The first dragon person, used to say our names and we had to answer individually, the second, just used to shout Good morning girls, and we all collectively had to respond. God help us if we weren’t cheerful?

So now, as psychologists would say, I go to bed when I wasn’t allowed as a child. So it’s kind of a rebellious moment.

I’ve never thought about it until now.

 I’m kind of sticking the two fingers up at my old society.

Well, as I said, Teen worked yesterday from mid day, till half past ten at night. So ten and a half hours.

Today, he starts at seven this morning and finishes at half five tea time.

He has worked every day since his girl Bunches has been away.

Right, now then loads to chat about today.

First I went out with my friend Beany. Oh we always have a lovely time. We are just so at ease with each other. We went furniture hunting. We tried out all of the sofas, the ones which lay back. Some of them were really odd and my friend laughed when I said

“Oh no, I don’t like that one, it’s a nana sofa.

Oh it was though. Really like what my Nana used to own.

Then she said, I had to try the purple one?

It was a round sofa, which lay backwards. Oh incredibly comfortable, but where would we put such a thing? You could not put it in your lounge, as the shape of it belongs in a huge room, right in the middle of it. Also, because it would not sit upright, your guests would be on their backs as they spoke to you over a coffee? Hahaha.

Oh but the coffee tables, they were amazing. Beany said she would come back, with Hub and myself.

Gosh, what a difference in her car? I mean, for us to go, on the bus it would be two busses and so much stress and waiting? It would take for a ten minute drive, about an hour at least to get there by bus.

I looked at some wall paper too. And I bought a garden heater. Beany and I sat on a garden swing and were like a couple of school girls giggling away as we swung.

The sofa we can afford is black. I wanted a colour, but I guess with three beasty girls in black, that would be a sensible colour?

Came back and Hub had the dogs ready to rush to the doctors with me.

I told you about my blocked ear?

Well the Doctor said my left ear was incredibly blocked and my right 90% blocked. So needing to see, and to see, I need to hear. I was in the room about fifty seconds.

She told me I would have to wait up to six weeks to get fixed? How ridiculous is that? At my old doctors, ten days, she did say she would try her best to prioritise me, but still would be some weeks and still could, be six. Then I would have to go to the hospital as they don’t do it at our surgery. Mad, with a capital M!

We left there and I’m delighted to say, my Wagga was perfect. I knew we would have trouble bringing her home, but going there, was absolutely wonderful, if we forget the fact I misjudged a step and she didn’t stop, as she only stops when I tell her to.

Hub and I found ourselves suffering from that disease, “can’t go past!

Can’t go past our local Chinese restaurant. So we did lunch and it was wonderful.

We had a light tea and enjoyed our company of each other, though my Husband worked till after six, to make up for the hour he took out at lunch time. Even though he is entitled to a lunch break, he never takes more than fifteen minutes normally. He works from home, but is very strict about his hours.

So now to decide what colour I am having our lounge and what to do with the walls. Paint them all, or paper. Or paper one wall, and paint the rest? In what colour I wonder?

I’m obsessed by red as you older Bloggets may know.

Later with love.

 

FOR ALL OF OUR LAND BY FIONA CUMMINGS

For all of our land

By Fiona Cummings

I sit here on a wooden bench

 Which has seen better days

Peeping over the rickety fence

Across the way

Jagged blades of green

Frames this beautiful sceen

Leaves of gold

On branches so bold

Gently blow

Whispering secrets told

Of times gone by

A historical sigh

Who chose to live or die

To smile or cry

What the old oaks have witnessed

Before their rooted eye

Oh I love the images

Of the sunlit powder sky

Floating clouds go by

Being pushed by doves dressed in white

This is an incredible sight

Beneath the amber ball

It’s the sun which looks so  small

And it heats the nation

Though such a far destination

Yes this is my passion

To take my brushes

And feel the calm

No one rushes

Here is such a charm

I see a distant farm

With a dozen lambs

No sights of thrown away paper

Or disused cans

Just perfect pictures

Wildlife with its creatures

Deer so close

I can see their features

Such trust they show me

They are my teachers

The silver lake

Ripples to show its awake

And in the centre

Is a familiar letter

Heading to me full on

It’s a beautiful swan

Majestically floating

On an ice like pond

  Punters go boating

The falling logs are floating

As wild flowers wave their hand

How lucky we are

For all of our land

For all of our land

By Fiona Cummings

I sit here on a wooden bench

 Which has seen better days

Peeping over the rickety fence

Across the way

Jagged blades of green

Frames this beautiful sceen

Leaves of gold

On branches so bold

Gently blow

Whispering secrets told

Of times gone by

A historical sigh

Who chose to live or die

To smile or cry

What the old oaks have witnessed

Before their rooted eye

Oh I love the images

Of the sunlit powder sky

Floating clouds go by

Being pushed by doves dressed in white

This is an incredible sight

Beneath the amber ball

It’s the sun which looks so  small

And it heats the nation

Though such a far destination

Yes this is my passion

To take my brushes

And feel the calm

No one rushes

Here is such a charm

I see a distant farm

With a dozen lambs

No sights of thrown away paper

Or disused cans

Just perfect pictures

Wildlife with its creatures

Deer so close

I can see their features

Such trust they show me

They are my teachers

The silver lake

Ripples to show its awake

And in the centre

Is a familiar letter

Heading to me full on

It’s a beautiful swan

Majestically floating

On an ice like pond

  Punters go boating

The falling logs are floating

As wild flowers wave their hand

How lucky we are

For all of our land