FINAL PILL BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Final Pill

By Fiona Cummings

 I can never forgive

This is how I have to liv

What did I ever do to you?

Apart from love you

I cared for you like no other

But you chose to take another

I stupidly forgave you

And you laughed at my kindness

Then sent me to the place of total madness

Once again you did it to me

You stole the hearing from those who can’t see

Ripped out the heart which belonged to me

Then again and again

Killing me slowly with your cruel pain

Why did you do this now I’m left insane

Bowing my head with shame

I hurt so much and forever I will

I wish I could just take that final pill

HAPPY STREET BY FIONA CUMMINGS

HAPPY STREET

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Will you do me the honour of becoming my spouse

As it’s you I want here in my house

To share each breath

Throughout life and death

A bank full of love

A heart full of passion

A prayer from above

As you are my fashion

I have no desire, for another

For it’s you I admire

 And want only us to be together

 I look into your soul

And feel a real connection

When you hold my hand

I encounter a deep reflection

Of missing years

Lonely tears

When we should have had times to share

Though we were apart

Didn’t stop me from me wanting to care

Please say you will

Give me that forever lasting thrill

Come to me and allow me to love so true

Let me spend this fortune of love on you

Wear my band, close to your hand

Watch the line meet with your heart

Never let us be apart

If you were on my love wall chart

For sure you would be right at the top

That golden marker would never drop

I want to show you to the world

For you to me are diamonds and pearls

I float when you talk

Melt when I watch you walk

When you call my name

I go all lame

You make me dizzy

And turn my head so fizzy

So why not make me complete

And say you will share a house in this happy street

 

WRITING A WILL

I know it is a depressing thought, but no matter how old or young you are, have you written a will?

Husbands and wives assume their money and property automatically go to the surviving family member/spouse. Wrong, not always.

Intestacy rules imply.

You spend all your life looking after your money to die and let a stranger share it out.

OK, you may say you have nothing in the bank, but you may have a house, or a car, or a small piece of jewellery you really want your niece to have for example. Do you really want that bracelet going to a cousin you never could stand?

In the UK, it’s about £100 per person less if you get a joint will and some solicitors even will come to your house. You don’t know when you may get knocked over by a car or develop an illness which may become fatal

Once your will is written, you can forget about it. I wrote one but really need to get it changed now teen is older and his future may be different to how I hoped for.

I want him to have what I leave if God forbid my Husband is also no longer with me, but want it to go to him and him only.

You may have a tea set handed down by your Grandmother you don’t want putting in the bin, and you know a friend of yours will appreciate it more than the garbage van, so why not take time out and pick up the phone call a solicitor?

I know it is not a cheerful thing to do, but better now than never? X

WORK AND WO'S FOR THE TEENAGER

Well as you may have guessed, my Teen is not doing very well in his job. There are two people there staff, who are making life very hard for him. Bullies really. He has had a word with the boss, but he of course has to keep quiet about the other members of staff, as they are supervisors. His boss has acknowledged Teens honesty with the man who dropped his wallet and the dear old lady who brought him in some homemade baking, and the fact he has covered last minute for people calling in sick. But also has to take it upon board, that one out of the two members of staff, are making his life hell and have formed complaints about teen.

It’s a long story, but the person who is being mean to teen is doing rather immature things like screwing  her face up when  teen walks in and every time teen says hello to the person, she ignores him. She is on his case  all the time, reporting him  some weeks ago for being late, though  he was two minutes early though she said he had to be ten minutes before his shift starts. He has never been late since. She told him his trousers were too tight and had to buy different ones. He changed them. He asked one day where something new belonged. She answered a real mature response

“It belongs, where it belongs!”

She is an idiot.

She comes to work ten minutes late every day and does as little as possible all the time.

She is responsible for four people leaving that place since teen started.

There has been more than three complaints made about her but nothing gets done to her and I have my theories why.

Shame when people have to behave so badly. Teen was ready to leave but his boss asked him not to and to sleep on his feelings.

So his next shift is Tuesday. I just hope the woman is not on duty.

At the end of the day, it is a job though only earning £4 per hour, but still a short walk away and is pocket money for him.

Though to be honest, I’m not too happy him coming home at nights in the dark it’s always after ten when he returns after stock taking.

One young lad the other night was passing a car and the car stopped. A woman got out and shouted for him to stop. Then next thing was, four men took the lad to the ground. They were so called undercover cops. Poor kid was terrified, who wouldn’t be?

They didn’t arrest him. They had nothing on him. But imagine if we had guns here? God, it’s not worth thinking about.

I saw some homework Teen did the other day from college and it is fantastic. He has an amazing brain. Let’s just hope he will continue to use it and be successful.

Right, going now. Lots to do as ever. Just wanted to give you a catch up. X

THE PAIN THE PAST MY FUTURE MY FEELINGS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Hey there Bloggets. Right, my blog today is about a TV show Hub and I just happened to turn on last night and the effects life’s past still has on me. When the subject came on, my sweet caring Husband tried to be discrete and turn the TV onto the menu to read out loud what was on the TV that night, I got a little tense as I was interested in what the outcome of the story was on the show.

He took no   notice and still ignored me whilst blocking out the result of the outcome. At last, he gave in and put the show on. I kind of wish he had won.

It was one of those dreadful shows I liked as a child but now I am older and wiser, I really can’t bare, though of course, each to their own.

A little girl was born in the UK. When she was born she was three months premature. The Father was only eighteen but wanted his baby so badly and worshiped her. He and the Mother lived together for the first three years of the little girl’s life. She then moved to America as her Mother met with an American soldier.

The Father tried for two years to contact the wife and child.

Sadly for him, with no luck.

28 years later, the show got the two together. I was doing really well, thought at last, I can cope with this story.

Oh, but as the Father came onto the stage, all the feelings of my awful sad past, came flooding back.

“I was of course delighted for the girl, this is why I wanted to hear the outcome but I just couldn’t help but think

“Why could that not have been me?

I can’t tell you about the meeting with my Natural Father, but it was in my opinion, the absolute worst ending that could ever happen to anyone.

Over the years, I have listened to so many stories about adopted children. Most of them a happy ending. Some dreadful, but never have I witnessed a story like mine.

One day if I get the chance to write my autobiography, I shall write about it. All I can say, is the pain last night was as raw as all those years ago.

The feeling of rejection and disappointment. Feelings of not belonging will never leave me. That so called hole in my life, my past and my future, still remains firmly cut out from my heart.

So now I am sure, I will never be able to accept what is my past. What runs through my veins and wounds which are forever left open.

I come from the days when I didn’t have to even find out I was adopted and I wished I had never found out.

Though each time I am reminded with either a visit to the Doctor, when he asks me questions about my health history in which I know nothing

about! My future illnesses which could possibly be avoided now I shall just wait and learn the hard way.

The nights I lay awake at boarding school crying for my parents, wondering if I was at school at the age of six because I was going to have to go to a new family again. Wondering as I was chased by the hundreds of press down the street as I played if that would be the easy way in which my cruel natural parents would have been able to find me and remove me from my loving adopted parents’ home.

In Russia when I was a very small child, when I spent seven weeks in the hospital and unknown to me, my Mother was not allowed to visit me, I then was convinced that it was a foster home.

Forever wondering who I looked like, who enjoyed poetry and singing like I did and do? Who I spoke like and who I get my sense of humour from. The feeling of rejection will live with me always and forever this is why my Son, my only blood will be forever attached to my heart. I have no one else to mirror. Thank God I have him.

I have the love of my Husband and together we share a deep connection as we too have known one another since the age of six, he was my brother when young children and as we got older, there was a feeling of forever love between us. I grab with two hands the love I have for him and my boy, they are my family, my life now, but, that hole still hurts and will never heel.

 

TEA AND THE TELLY

Oh hey there Bloggets. A busy day doing housework. All the jobs I don’t like to do and Hub has been doing all the jobs I hate doing, haha. Like vacuuming the stairs. We were invited to a street BBQ, but we both have cold so didn’t bother. I really cannot think about sitting out there in the cold. It’s been a nice autumn day, but though sunny, really chilly too.

I’m really disappointed with the latest vacuums we have been buying. They just don’t work when you have dogs. I have a new one that is called Henry he is rubbish. By the time I have cleaned half the floor, my brush has a fur coat on it. Our other one we bought a few months ago is also a load of rubbish.

Well a good night for the telly tonight. Our X factor and then a drama Hub and I like.

God knows when teen is coming in as he is at the gf’s Dads. I know last week was about ten and he has two hours of homework to do for college.

Hub up early at six to go to the station for work and the next day South Africa.

He is home next weekend for his birthday celebrations and on the following Monday and Tuesday, away again overnight. He has another three countries before Christmas including Canada.

 The weekend after Hub’s birthday, following weekend, we are off to meet with old friends. Well, not old in age, but been friends with for a very long time.

Well now off to put on the kettle. It’s cold and I want to get cosy with my love.

You know it is the simple things I really miss when we are not together, like drinking herbal tea and laughing with Hub as we guess what tea bag we have put in the cup, as we have a selection. We really know how to live in the fast lane Hub and I, today we drank some port and played dominoes.

He beat me as ever. I just love him so much and really get sad when we can’t be together. I waited all of my life for him and he is forever taken away from me.

Loads to talk about tomorrow, Teens job, and I want to talk about something really serious which  has just  made me cry. Later gator x

FROGGY AND THE CREATURES BY FIONA CUMMINGS

FROGGY AND THE GARDEN CREATURES

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 Few I had a lucky escape today

My life was almost thrown away

You see a human was cutting the grass

He was with his machine right up my ass

I hopped so high

Almost too close to the sky

At that point I wished I could fly

As I knew I had to come down

But wearing a frown

I landed away from that man

But he saw me

Put me in his hand

And that was then he rescued me

Picked me up and put me in the bush

It all happened so quickly

All in a rush

I’m all in a flush

And as we all know

Red and green should never be seen

Only upon an Irish queen

So today was not meant to be my last

So I guess another night having a blast

With William the worm

Whose comments make me squirm

And Rodger the rat

With the tom bowler hat

And Mikki the mouse

Whose best friend is Cleo the cat

We shall do the old trail  

To find Nigel the snail

And eat Fish & Chips

At the old Big Whale

A shop for sea lovers

Where seagulls hover

And all the garden creatures gather

To tell tales of woe

My story I shall share

About the machine the Hover

And the kind man who did care

MY FRIEND WAS TELLING HOW HE WAS CUTTING TE GRASS AND ALMOST KILLED A FROG. SO FOR HIM. X

FROGGY AND THE CREATURES BY FIONA CUMMINGS

My friend Angel made me smile as he told of cutting the grass and saving a frog. For him.

FROGGY AND THE GARDEN CREATURES

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 Few I had a lucky escape today

My life was almost thrown away

You see a human was cutting the grass

He was with his machine right up my ass

I hopped so high

Almost too close to the sky

At that point I wished I could fly

As I knew I had to come down

But wearing a frown

I landed away from that man

But he saw me

Put me in his hand

And that was then he rescued me

Picked me up and put me in the bush

It all happened so quickly

All in a rush

I’m all in a flush

And as we all know

Red and green should never be seen

Only upon an Irish queen

So today was not meant to be my last

So I guess another night having a blast

With William the worm

Whose comments make me squirm

And Rodger the rat

With the tom bowler hat

And Mikki the mouse

Whose best friend is Cleo the cat

We shall do the old trail  

To find Nigel the snail

And eat Fish & Chips

At the old Big Whale

A shop for sea lovers

Where seagulls hover

And all the garden creatures gather

To tell tales of woe

My story I shall share

About the machine the Hover

And the kind man who did care

THE BIG APPLE

Good day to you all, from the North of England. I have spoken to my friend in Russia and she is coming over the end of November. It has been a year and a half since I last saw her.

Hub and I have been gardening. OMG! We are rubbish at it.  Thorns everywhere.

I had the last apple from the tree in the garden. Gosh, it was rather sour but enormous. I have never seen an apple quite like it. For a tree which is one year old, it’s amazing.

Hub and I went to the shop where teen works for our bits and bobs. We went a new route. It was scary as runs across the main road. The noise is so loud and I can’t tell if I am on the blooming path or road. I always feel as though I am walking on a tightrope when out.

Well teen goes into work tonight, will it be his last night? I think perhaps. Will tell you  More tomorrow.

I won’t see him until then as he is streight from there to the gf’s Dads house.

OK, homemade steak pie in the oven so I shall go and see to that. Later with love. X

BROTHER BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Dearest Brother what you mean to me

A deep connection of our family

A childhood memory

When you looked out for me

How you taught me to ride my bike

And treat me to all that I like

How proud I was of you as a child

In my teen years

How you calmed me down made me so mild

Wiped away my tears

Then on my first date

You stayed up late

Made sure I was safe

I saw the relief upon your face

And on my wedding day

I was all in lace

You had to give me away

Because you and I were all we had

Our Mum had left as, had our Dad

You stood by me through times of woe

Never once did you let me go

So this is why I want to show

How grateful I am of my big Bro!

Friday diary

It’s Friday and what has the weekend in store for me? Well I am sure packing or at least getting ready Hubs clothes for South Africa.

Monday he is in his office so a long day away from home then Tuesday he flies to SA. It’s a short one this time, four nights. He sadly will be away for his birthday, but when he returns, we shall have our traditional tea party.

Teen has kindly shared his horrid virus he had with us. I hope Hub doesn’t get worse?  You know what it is like flying when ill? He has important speeches to give too and he needs his voice.

Oh I feel so ill. Like my stomach is on fire. Throat is killing too.

It’s a lovely day here today. Calm and sunny.

I have a load of white shirts drying and the bedding is now in the washing machine.

Our Canary, Irish of course, is in full tune. I love that little birdy. He is such a cutie.

Teen is half day from college so working in his room now on homework. At last. I hope to God he is not seeing the gf tonight, as he is so far behind his work through seeing her and fitting in work and college. But I bet she sees him later.

Well at least he is getting some work done now.

His bike is still at the fire breathing creature’s house and I wish he would collect it. It’s been there for over two weeks now.

I pray Teen will put his clever head on for college and pass with flying colours. He can do so well if only he tries.

Hub working hard in the office as ever and the dogs bless them are in the living room, whilst I’m in the conservatory with the door open full, as I am soooooo hot today.

The dogs can’t come in here as they will be in the garden and to be honest, it’s a big enough mess without their size 0 feet tramping through the flowers.

Also the little one Waggatail plays chase with LC with my stone ornaments and that is not good.

If not for the blooming cars passing this place would be lovely. The birds are singing outside and it sounds like a spring day. But the dam cars passing three every second is so annoying.

Out the front of the house it’s a building site and the back is the motorway.

Well, that is what it is like.

OK, shall catch up with some emails and then off again to iron. Well, that is the theory. Not sure just how much practical work will actually get done… x

FI'S FRIDAY FACTS

 "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt"

 

 Almonds are members of the peach family.

 

 The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.

 

 There are only four words in the English language which end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous,

stupendous, and hazardous.

 

 The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

Normally called Silicosis.  A disease caused by the prolonged inhalation of fine siliceous dust.

Siliceous dust, normally comes from Limestone or flint.

 

 The longest place-name still in use is Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukup okaiwe-nuakit natahu, a New Zealand hill. Though I bet the locals just say “Up there!

 

 Los Angeles's full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reinade los Angeles de Porciuncula" and can be abbreviated to 3.63% of its size,L.A.

 

 An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

 Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.

 Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button. It was eliminated when he was sewn up after surgery.

 Telly Savalas and Louis Armstrong died on their birthdays.

 Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy.

 The muzzle of a lion is like a fingerprint - no two lions have the same pattern of whiskers.

 A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.

 'Stewardesses' is the longest English word that is typed with only the left hand.

 

 Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, while dogs only have about ten.

 The word "Checkmate" in chess comes from the Persian phrase "Shah Mat," which means "the king is dead."

 

Now you are all educated, my job is done! Just have to go and educate myself now! X

 

NOSEY CHINESE

Just a quick note on something I heard on the news. Something from China. A man had a car crash and the Chinese grew a nose on his forehead then moved it to his face where his nose should be. Amazing, or scary?

I think amazing. It works perfectly and looks wonderful too. I think it’s something we should not get sniffy about.

BEAUTY AND THE WELINGTONS

Good evening Bloggets. Today has been a busy one again. Not used to two days being busy in a month, let alone a blooming week? I went for a dog walk with the youngest and oldest. My Black Beauty is now eleven and a half. My Little Waggatail, is two, going on six months.

Well Arty took BB and Waggatail took me.

Yep, she dragged me to the park.

My left arm is longer now by one inch than the other.

 When we got there a lady asked us, were we training the dogs and what for? Deaf or blind…

What did she mean? Were we training them to be deaf, or blind? Haha.

My little one, training her to be obedient. I think I will be here for a while?

She thinks she owns the field. Every ball is hers and every person who comes onto the field, is of course there to see her.

I mean, that is the only reason why they have bothered to come out for the day, to see the Waggatail.

We got home and LC had an even longer face on with the sulky expression because she was left.

Teen has kindly given me his cold.

I think that this weekend will be his last shift at work. He has had enough and I don’t blame him.

Oh must tell you this funny story.

Last night when we went to the restaurant, there were a right grumpy couple in. She had a mouth on her like the Tyne tunnel. Long, dark and dirty.

He was glued to his work mobile and they were celebrating their first wedding anniversary.

They were I would guess, about fifty five?

Well, apart from him on the dog and bone, they didn’t speak to each other all night. Mind you, I think we were entertaining the restaurant with our massages…

Another blog.

Then when they took their lemon faces away home, Teen said the wife was wearing wellington boots.

Hahahahaa.

Wow, what a beauty?

Right off to watch the news with Hub. Tomorrow more as its Friday, so this means Funnnnnnnn with Fi! X

FOOD ALL DAY

Today has been a busy one. First I did some minimalistic housework. Then saw to our dogs, and then I got ready to go out with Beanie, to the town’s food festival. It was amazing, to go by bus would be waiting time and travel about 50 minutes, and we were in town in about 20 minutes in the car. We walked through the city gardens where there was a dog chasing the squirrels. I don’t know what it is about dogs and squirrels, but my BB used to love them. Perhaps they smell tasty? Then, there was a red squirrel which is a good thing to see, as Britain is losing those to the grey ones sadly. But this little fella had a grey tail and red body. Odd?

The gardens were as busy as ever and the summer sounds met with the autumn.

We had a look around the market like stalls with their fragrances flowing freely in the warm air.

There was a coffee stall with its bags of beans and one where you could buy coffee to drink there. There were stalls with jams, relish and pickles as well as homemade produce like scones, pies and quiches. There was the sausage man. He had everything in a sausage. Like beef sausage with beer, sausage with whisky and wine too. He joked for the fiftyith time of the day I bet.

“To save you spilling your drink, Ive put it in a sausage for you!” I bought some beef and beer for the boys. I got a steak and ale pie for them too, and a cheese and onion quiche for myself. There was the stall selling olives, Yum! I bought some of those too and there were cookery demonstrations going on as well as utensils being sold. There was a Champagne bar and a beer and cider where we had a little drinky poo’s. Well, it would be rude to pass it?

It was lovely there was a chocolate stall too, but that was a crazy price so I just took the free sample, mind you, almost mistook it for a bit of road dust, but it was absolutely delicious. It was lime and lavender.

The atmosphere was lovely. Came home and just got turned around when there was a knock at the door.

“Oh, who is trying to sell me something now?” As I go to the door with my face on.

I opened it with attitude.

There he stood, my grocery man.

Haha. I had forgot  all about him.

Then off after putting the shopping away and playing the guessing game of what was what in the bags and watt goes where. Off to the local restaurant to see our lovely Louis. Teen met us there and we had a lovely rare family night. Louis was on true form. We had a right laugh with him and you can tell everyone in the restaurant was like

“Gosh, how do they get on so well with the waiter?

Well, it’s easy. Because we are no better or worse than him, unlike a lot of people will think.

Did a lot of laughing and it was lovely, to top it all, my Yam phoned me from America to reassure us they, her and DD, were OK and coping with packing for Mexico. Xxxxx

AUTUMN PLEASURE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

AUTUMN PLEASURE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s that time of year again

When the skies turn the colour of flame

 Air changes as winter stands behind the stage

Waiting patiently to roar with rage

But it shall have to wait

Until autumn closes its gate

The leaves dry up and blush their amber shade

As the bare branches laugh at the mess they have made

On the ink skies at night

We wrap ourselves up nice and tight

Searching for the silver light

Coming from the autonomous stars

Which twinkle so bright

The crescent moon

Removes end of summers gloom

Swinging from a cloud of threat

Full of rain, if I’m correct

The chimneys smoke

Their cinders choke

As fingers shiver

And packed away are clothes which are thinner

All warm in our cosy jumper

Ready to face another winter

 But not just yet

Wait a while

You won’t regret

This autumn time

As the colours of nature

Are such a pleasure

And we can admire it

At our leisure

 

BLOGGETS A QUESTION FOR YOU ALL

If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?

Well this is a question I would like to ask you as I am wondering, where is the best place in the world to live and what do we look for in a perfect country?

The amount of people who try and succeed to move to the UK is far too high. We are a very small country and not sure how much more our little land can take, but people must think this is the place to come to.

 For me a perfect country in no particular order should be

1, a peaceful place a country who doesn’t involve themselves in wars of any nature. Is there a country in the world left who do that?

2, a country who have what I call normal weather, so no hurricanes or tornados droughts or floods.

3, where people are friendly and care for one another. Show respect among their community

4, where animals are treat so well and it is safe for our children to be free

5, where there are no bad influences like drugs and binge drinking. Again, is there a place in the world like that?

6, where the countryside is picturesque and the beaches are clean. I must say, our beaches are really lovely in the UK. As specially the ones in my Northumberland.

The only trouble is, it is sooooo cold there.

7, plenty of jobs for the people

8, fresh running water and plenty of that too.

9, where everything is accessible for the disabled.

10, we are just left to feel a huge sense of belonging and we feel safe. Everyone has time for each other.

Come on, where is this country? X

NEWS AND VIEWS FROM FI

Argos and EBay, have got together.

Argos is a shop you love or hate in my opinion. It’s a catalogue shop, where by you go into the shop and there are shelves of books to look through, you write out your order then take it to the checkout and then pay. Then you are given a number an you wait to be called, to pick up your purchase. Well, now EBay have announced that what you buy on their site, can be collected at Argos.

This to me shows that Argos is in trouble.

 

Barefoot on a four-poster bed, David Cameron dozes next to his top-secret red box - showing how Tory policies send even him to sleep.

“Well, at least it wasn’t a red head?

 

A team of British scientists is convinced it has found proof of alien life, after it harvested strange particles from the edge of space.

“Why don’t they just cut to the chase and tell us the truth? They are starting off gently, saying they have found particles, just tell us,

He’s four foot in height, two inches wide, aluminous purple and he is called Bruce.

 

Two minute treatment for breast cancer gets the green light for the NHS

Fantastic. One injection will give the same medicine but rather than taking weeks or months, it will be able to be done in minutes. About time.

 

The UK has pledged to save “a life every three minutes” with a major new aid commitment to fight some of the world's most devastating preventable diseases.

“Then go to war and kill thousands. Let’s hope not?

 

A man in Colombia/US, has been forced to have his penis chopped off, after binging on Viagra.

 “Oh, that must have been a hard decision?

 

A ban on smoking in jails will increase tensions in a system already under pressure, prison officers' leaders and reform campaigners have warned.

“Yes, I can see why, we all know someone who has tried to kick the dreaded weed and how bad tempered they get? Well, I don’t know how I feel about this one, because I don’t care about prisoners, so I don’t care about their health. Let them kill themselves. Save us money?

 

It is now over 30 years since the first AIDS case was identified in the UK. In that time, over 50,000 gay men have been diagnosed with HIV.

“So, where are we going wrong in our information? Or are people just thinking it will never happen to them?

 

Channel 4 is to interview couples immediately after they have had sex on a live TV show, it has announced. The couples will be quizzed by Mariella Frostrup

“For God sake, what is the UK coming to? And who will do these interviews? Oh it’s just disgusting and by the way, the name of the interviewer, her surname, for screen users, ends in a P, not as I thought a B. Now that would have been funny?

OK, this is the news I found semi interesting, so as you may think, not much going on in the world today? I don’t know! Its good news about the cancer treatment and as for the man with his manhood removed? Well, I guess he will stop pestering the ladies now?

Later from my diary. X

LADYBOYS AND THE BLIND DRIVER

Good morning Bloggets. It’s sunny and really hot here in the north of England today as was yesterday. The builders are out in force again in the street. They are working on the transsexual’s house. What could they be doing? Hahahaha. Perhaps a fantastic arena for a concert as a car has been seen a few times pulling up at his house and the vehicle is full of guys all dressed up in their finest bling and heals. Three weeks now the workmen have been in there. I’m talking industrial machinery. I, can’t talk, as when we first moved here, we had it all too. I will never forget when we had a digger in the back garden. Well, they left the key in the back of the machine so Hub being the child he is, decided to have a go!!!!!

Oh …..My …….God!

My heart was in my mouth. But it was blooming funny. So I too had a go. Well, it would be rude not to.

I can just hear the neighbours looking on

“Hell, the two blindies are driving a digger!”

 Hahahahaha. Well, we didn’t knock any fences down or kill a cat, so we were OK and it was a memory for my collection.

We had six skips when we moved here. I mean just crazy. But now the house is lovely and a year on we can chill. Of course there are still things to do, as I have said before, the bathroom is falling to bits, literally.  Tiles drop on you as you are bathing and taps come off in the bath too and the teen’s room is a disgrace. It has a whole in the wooden floor and the decorating is horrible, when he opens his drawers, one thinks there is a burglar trying to fight his way in the house.

They are old drawers I bought them when teen was one, so fifteen years old now. When I got them, they were really expensive. They are tall and wide, a bit like me, and are solid pine with the sign of Pisces, as that is my Sons birth sign. They are really rustic, again a bit like me but now more rustic as initially intended because of the runners on the drawers. A long version to tell you they are ready for the bin, but until he is finished being a teen with a temper, I am not buying new.

As for Hubs office? Oh good Lord. What a blooming tip. When I go in there, I need some kind of health insurance. Hub tells me he likes it and if I don’t to keep out. Hahahahaha.

It’s great to have him back home. Though I don’t see him but for half an hour throughout the day as he is deeply engrossed in work. 300 emails to answer he told me before.

Oh the builders have Michael Jackson playing on their radio. So loud. Really I think that is so rude. What if people are working nightshift?

OK I know the streets cannot be silenced through the day, but that blasting is a bit much. I wonder what their reaction would be if I was to go out there and strut my stuff? Show them some moves and knock out some shapes?

What do you reccon?

More like trip over some stuff put out my hip and knock myself out over their tools!

OK, I’m off to see to these dogs who are going crazy. At least Long Chops is getting some work tomorrow as Hub is sadly away all day.

Oh, I pray so much he could get a job local.

Xxx

FIFI'S EUROVISION

Good morning Bloggets.

Looking at the latest stats on this Inspirational Diary page, it reminded me of the Eurovision Song contest.

So many countries are so close and we are almost at the end of the month, so stats will be published in a few days.

The UK, are way ahead, so their song obviously is very popular, haha. Then there is a gap and the U.S.A, are on their own, no one can catch them up this month. Germany are way ahead too but not close enough to catch America, unless we get another school  from there, then they may have a chance, but, then it gets very interesting, between Mexico, Japan, Ukraine, China, France and The Netherlands.

They are so close to each other. Who will be singing the finale tune? Watch this space…

No Street parties tonight/last night I should say now. Thank Goodness.

The heat has been so intense today rather oddly, considering how cold it has been all week.

   My Hub got home safely thank God. He is absolutely shattered. He brought me back one of his funny gifts, no not hotel soap, which I normally receive, not even the provided complimentary slippers, but…now, wait for it? Believe me, this is worth waiting for. Compose yourselves and try to imagine what my loved one would bring me from Portugal?

A beautiful huge round, obviously! (Nectarine)

 I was amazed he got it out of the country, but it was from the airport and after check in.

It was lovely though.

His time in Portugal was a tough one to beet after a week with Google. But he did tell me a funny thing about a blind lady showing a slide show to a blind audience. Hahahahaa. I wonder if people did the “Ooo’ss and are’s, in the right places?

He went for a business dinner last night and it was outside, so he did get to see and feel the air and atmosphere of Lisbon. He said they were sat in a square outdoors with marble flooring and huge pillars and lovely buildings of historical interest around him. But though the barmy heat of the night folded over them, it was interrupted by a local event occurring not too far from the restaurant. Hub said the most enormous speakers were just a head of their table and blasting rock music out, but because they were so close, all Hub and Co could hear, was pounding music. The base of drums. He said most of the time; you could not hear anything other than drum base.

He also said there were people running at this event.

Say what?

Where has he been?

But he is back now and I am off to be with him, I have already been to bed, but as ever couldn’t sleep. But now I am tired I know my baby will be with me when I awake, my heart can dance.

Later my Bloggets. Xxx

PICKLED IN PORTUGAL

Hay there, hope you are all doing good today? Well, today is sunny but somewhere there has been a lot of rain. I think it must be London, as my Husband from Portugal has been delayed one hour. I just got the message that it was because of floods. Well, I know he said the weather in Lisbon has been red hot, so must be the UK?

I just hope they have finished the work in the south on the tracks, as his train will be delayed too.

I have been online with my favourite shop in the UK. John Lewis. But I can look at the products OK with my software, and even add to basket great! Checking out? Impossible. So, I have to phone up every time, this is annoying.

Money is not so available this Christmas, so I’m trying to shop early and spread the cost and buy offers.

They have some wonderful things though. Also their stuff is quality.

Teen is out. With a friend in town. The friend is a friend of his gf’s. He is not seeing her, as she is away at a spa weekend.

Now there is no chance that teen will stray anyway, but less chance as the friend he is meeting won’t be looking at girls…. He is not that way inclined, if you get me.

He sounds a nice friend; I of course have not met him.

He is having a bite to eat a cup of tea and buying his jumper I gave him some of the money for a couple of weeks ago.

It is £60 but looking online, that is an average price for a jumper now days.

The thing is with teen’s clothes, he buys brands but they always go wrong in the wash. This is really bad considering how much they cost.

I did ask him to get some things for me at the shop, but of course, that I doubt is going to happen as he will be in town until the shops close.

Its chicken wrapped in bacon for tea, well, I hope the bacon is still in the fridge? I could smell the poor peace’s of pig getting cooked this morning by boy wonder.

It was a new pack yesterday, so hopefully, he has left at least two slices?

Talking of teens, oh gosh, the girl across the road had a rather terrifying noisy party last night; it was like being in the middle of riots. I was really afraid. I needed to go to the freezer and like my blooming dryer, it is in the garage. Like heckers I was going out there with that noise? God knows what they were doing, but there was for sure a lot of screaming, laughing and chanting. Mainly lads. About 16 years of age I would presume as that is how old the girl is.

I just really can’t stand the thought of kids drinking and parents who feed them it. I do try to pacify myself, by telling my head,  that let them drink, you will still be dead  before them, so what does it matter if they die when they are say, sixty? I’m 29 years my Sons senior, so I don’t think I will make old bones, so I may be lucky to get to 72, teen will be OK. Haha. Oh full of doom and gloom, aren’t I? I must say, I don’t know how much my boy drinks when out, as he never comes home. This is why I get so angry. He is at the Mother out laws hoping not, house or the Dad of the GF’s and as you know, and they allow him to drink.

The girl across the road has just turned 16 but the past two parties I have been to, she has had her fill and that was when she was fifteen.

They all do it. It’s me; I just was never brought up with alcohol in the house. My Mum used to buy what we call snowball for Christmas and a bottle of sherry, which got thrown out the following Christmas as never got drunk.

Right, must dash now and tidy up. Hope your Sunday ends better than it started? Until later with love.