LAST STORY FOR NOW

Dearest Bloggets. I have the very sad news which breaks my heart. I am leaving my blog page until  further notice, but shall publish earlier blogs until I am at the stage of today’s blog. I shall publish poetry, but for my day to day stories, these shall be kept for my hopefully future books. My dream, to achieve something I truly wish for. One day for my stories to be in paperback. Please bear with me?

GOODNIGHT TO YOU ALL BY FIONA CUMMINGS

GOODNIGHT TO YOU ALL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I want to lay down on a pillow of angels feathers

Cover myself up in sheets of silk

Protect myself from all kinds of weathers

Drink the final glass of milk

Smell the spray of lavender

Easing me into a golden sleep

Not hearing anything around me

Not even if someone will creep

Drifting now

A hand to my brow

Then taking my arm

To their perfect place

Where there is no harm

Through snow-white clouds

And yellow sun

When I dream of what my life will become

My shell has been left on the bed

For someone to say

Well she is dead

Then all kind words may be said

Of how I was way back when

What I meant to them

Well words may choke

As it is a joke

See how long it takes them to find me

For I have set myself free

No more pain

Not a sign of madness  

Good ridding’s to sadness

I will travel up a silver stream

Where I will catch a sunbeam

Blow a brightly coloured star

Ride a carriage for a car

Smell forever spring daffodils

Admire the heather on the hills

Ski through mountains

Drink from fountains

A new place I call my home

Where I always will roam

But never get lost

See seasons of winters

But never feel frost

In summer I will learn

Though won’t burn

In autumn I won’t fall

And springtime will call

So, goodnight to you all

 

OCTOBER STATS

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

October 2013

United Kingdom	17277
United States	8538
Russia	1839
Germany	681
Ukraine	423
Japan	395
Mexico	384
France	111
China	105
Netherlands	58

 

HALLOWEEN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

HALLOWEEN

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Giggles can be heard

To some this is absurd

For children such excitement

Witches potions and devils ointment

Putting on the pointy hat

Painting green eyes

On the black cat

Seeing the flame rise

Inside the orange pumpkin

Ready for a night of haunting

Who will the children be meeting

Will they receive a nice greeting?

As they go on their trick or treating

Skeletons hanging from trees

Wiggling their bony knees

Just wanting to please

The kids in the neighbourhood

Fake blood

And horns so red

Walking around

Like the living dead

For what reason

To commit treason?

An act against a kind of religion?

No, just an excuse to dress up and have fun

To see our kids laugh and run

Let’s hope it’s a safe one

So the tradition can carry on

 Witches and ghosts can come out to play

I, mean, it’s not like it’s every day!

 

 

BEAUTY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

BEAUTY

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

You see a youthful love, though they are older

You feel forever warm

Even if it’s colder

When afraid

You’re like a brave soldier

Others see wrinkles

You see candy sprinkles

They look at lines

You think they look mighty fine

Their forever your valentine

How does this work

The sighted all see the same?

You feel proud to show off your love

Whereas others would hold their head in shame

For you this is real

 Others it’s a game

How two people don’t see the same?

I guess it would be odd

If we all like one person

That would be hard

Surrounding the same with so much passion

Like wearing the copy

Of whatever is in fashion

Where all individuals

In a garden of roses and daffodils

Fruits so diverse

With tastes which delight some but not all

Just like a verse

Which can be loving or aimed to appall

I guess what I’m saying

Is we don’t all see the same

No, not at all

 

EYES OPENED

Good day Bloggets. Well, Hub off to his work and Teen came home early to go to bed. He said the g is going clothes shopping with the Mother. He said on the kitchen table, there were thousands of pounds for her outfits. So he is sleeping now, and before he went to bed, he told me more of his day yesterday. All I shall say is, his Father did a great cover up job and a perfect performance was given by all. Including my x’s family. This was the O

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Moment I had yesterday. I can’t say anything about it, as find it hard to take in, let alone write about it, but at least teen had a good  day, this is good and the g went home with the illusion Teen had a wonderful family…  Teen got his Christmas present from the x. . . .

So he is with us until Saturday morning, when he starts work for a ten hour shift, then goes to the g’s father and stays overnight. He will attend a Halloween party at the night, this is not a good thing, as he won’t get to bed until two in the morning, then Sunday at half nine, he has to come all the  way back here, to work again.

It will be a nightmare for him. He won’t stay awake, and won’t make a good impression. He comes home to eat and sleep. As for study? Well, I’m really not going to comment anymore on that. It’s his life and I’m not killing myself with any more stress. If he chooses to not study, that is up to him. He says he will this afternoon.. I for his sake hope he does, but whilst I’m the bad person nagging, my x, is the hero. Such is life.

Is my Husband safe in Birmingham? Not sure. He didn’t let me know.

There was a bomb scare on the London tube when he came in from Canada, via Manchester on Monday. Has there been one in Birmingham? Who knows.

I have so much work to do today, with being a free bird yesterday.

I am really cross with a workman. A joiner the one who did my shelves and so on.

I shall tell you his story tomorrow, but it is not good.

Yesterday was an eye opener in more ways than one.

I found out exactly what my Sons g looks like, and I can only say. “What the **** is he playing at?

So, before she had a kind of well spoken accent, though was very forced, not natural. I thought she was pretty, Teen said beautiful. After talking with a number of people, the x included, I find out different…

Let’s say, my son has told me the description of his girl, that he thinks, I would like… Hhahahahaha. She is the absolute opposite.

Again, very naughty he told lies. I really don’t believe the difference in him this year.

Oh the story of yesterday was / is, just unbelievable. But we shall jog on and stay strong.

OK, I shall go now and start the daily grind of work. Also see to these dogs that are driving me insane. I must call Arty and get at least two of them out… Hub didn’t take LC to work with him today, as he said there was nowhere for her to visit the toilet…. Well, she should be like my Waggatail, and not care where she goes. Hahaha.

Later gators. X

PUMPKIN IN SHOCK

Well, my Son is back from his Fathers. He has had a good day. He is at the gf’s now. I am in shock for what or should I say where his father took them to.

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That’s all I’m going to say on the subject for now. I may tell you tomorrow, once I get over the cringe ability factor in which I am right now experiencing.

Hub and I tonight caught up on the programs we recorded when he was away.

He is away again tomorrow to Birmingham and then Peterborough for three days.

Well, the Pumpkin soup is made and it smells lovely. We have a saying, “the proof is in the pudding” or in this case, the soup. In other words, when we try it tomorrow, we shall see how it tastes.

Apart from Pumpkin, it has potatoes, carrots, onions, fresh herbs, ginger and garlic. When it is all ready and I have blended it, I will add the fresh cream, and it has of course, salt and lots of black pepper.

Our friends DD and Yam, have arrived in Mexico safe and sound. Ready to start their new adventure.

OK, must go into the horrid garage, to turn off the blooming drier. I hate doing this in the dark. Xxx

 

AN INTERESTING CHAT...

Gosh, almost tea time and I haven’t even started cooking as yet. I have had a busy day indeed.

Firstly my Son went  to see his father, though I am rather glad that he, my Son had the sense to phone his Father last night to confirm (for the second time) his arrival times for today. Teen said, his Dad, had forgot all about him coming though.

Awful. You would think he would be so much looking forward to his visit, he would know and be excited about seeing him?

Teen was rather hurt and my heart went out to him.

Of course he was at the gf’s the Mothers this time. So one night at the dad’s then one at the mothers.

Tonight? Not sure where he will be, he is not sure either.

I know he is coming home tomorrow though and this is good as I have a Halloween supper to do to keep the tradition. We are not Pagans, or devil worshipers. I do it for tradition; I guess it is my way to welcome in the cold frosty nights. Nice hot home made pumpkin soup, baked potatoes and for the meat eaters, hot dogs in buns.

I have bought some treats for children if they come this year. If not, I’m sure teen and I will enjoy eating them.

When teen was young, we did have fun. I used to dress up as he also had an outfit every year. I did the house with skeletons and various other things, mainly ghostly things. It was spook night, not a religious ceremony and the kids loved it in their little outfits. At school, it was the best party. We used to play all the traditional games.

Like, “Ducky apple” Thinking back to that game, it was a little on the unhygienic side.

So my Husband is away for a week, and I have seen no one the time he has been away, Beany last Wednesday. Since then no one. Hub comes home, and last night, two of our friends/neighbours came round for the night, and we had a great night. A lovely couple. This morning I received a text asking if I would like to do coffee with another neighbour. I went to her house and we had a really lovely and very “interesting conversation……” Then Beany came this afternoon. I went to buy some food for tomorrow night. Her and I had a good old chat and now I sit waiting to hear if my Son is OK, after seeing the Father.

Hub off to Birmingham tomorrow. So I will have lots of time to tell you all what’s been going on here. There is lots to catch up with so until tomorrow, stay safe. Xxxxxxx

CREAM CAKES OR WINE?

A sunny, but very cold day. No wind. Loads of sirens went by before. Police, fire engines and ambulances. Then air ambulance. On local radio, a lady a couple of streets away, had to be air lifted from her house. Apparently, the fire was started in the now wait for this?

Reptile room…

Also the mystery went on, by saying the lady wasn’t thought to be living there? Question is, what was she doing there?

I guess she could be a cleaner, or visiting her family! But the worst thing is the poor snakes all were killed according to local news. Now don’t get me wrong, I really really don’t like snakes and find people who keep them, unusual, as you can’t cuddle them, though they I’m sure will argue. My Son asked for one some years ago… The closest he got was a terrapin and that thing was evil. Teen still wears the scars. I just like the thought that snakes are in a safe zoo. Haha. Not so they can escape and slither their way into my garden. Poor lady though, sounded huge though the amount of trafficI,  thought it was a gas fire?

Get your gas fires checked out friends, by an established company. It’s not worth taking the risk. Also make sure your batteries are up to date in your smoke alarms.

Hub got home last night, he said after the terrifying experience of the flight, where they were dropping at such speed in the sky, with the wind, what was to follow was as terrifying.

He had to take a taxi from London, as there were no trains coming home.

The driver had already travelled two hours to get to him, and had also already done a long journey before that. So was tired before Hub got in the car. He, the driver, drove like a maniac.

Horns were pressed in rage as the driver sped across the motorway to pop into a place to purchase something to do with the journey, some kind of road charge.

He slammed his breaks on and overtook other vehicles. He also travelled at enormous speed.

Anyway, Hub is a little on the exhausted side but works from home today.

Tomorrow, is the day that teen sees my x.

I have not heard from him today, so hope he is having a nice time.

Really, if you could see how I am typing this right now, you would smile.

I am in our living room. I have one dog running around like a cat on a hot brick, with a toy in her mouth. Growling. I wouldn’t mind, but the other two dogs don’t even want it. My Black beauty is lying next to me, hiding from Waggatail who is tormenting her by biting. So one of my legs is protecting BB’s face, so on an angle. Then I have balancing on my arm, whilst trying to type, another toy which was kindly placed there by Waggatail, with the hope I would throw it for her.

I am franticly trying to type to post this, as have to do the floors and then make tea. It’s chicken tonight for Hub, with mash potato and asparagus tips.

Then our friends are coming around for a drink. Funny, there was me thinking well, I have some cream cakes which came in my weekly shopping today, so with their cup of tea, we can all have cakes… And our friend text me to say, he will bring a bottle of wine, hahahahaha.

OK friends, as long as you are all alright I hope so. I will be back to see if you are well in my next blog, so until then when who knows what the subject will be, hang in there. X

GET HIM OUT OF LONDON

So this morning my Husband was one hour away. He sat on the plane on the tarmac for almost four hours. If he had got off he could have been home by half nine this morning. Worse, two men in front of him, were flying from  Canada, to London like Hub should have done, then from London, to Manchester? Oh God I would have been arrested. I would have gone mad; they could have been home by the time it took the air stewardesses to pour a cup of tea.

So he got to   London, everyone knew there were no trains; he said the landing was terrifying. The plane was turning almost on its side.

Of course then he has to get a tube. Then went to the train station after an hour on the tube.

No trains, they ordered a taxi. Imagine if he was not with a colleague? The taxi couldn’t come for two hours. Hub went to work in his headquarters.

The taxi came after two hours. He said that experience, was as bad as the flight. The driver almost crashed and kept slamming his breaks on. Obviously not wanting to be there on such a long journey.

It took three hours to get from the capital to Peterborough. He said there were people in London sitting on the floor. No money or way of getting out of London.

I called the travel line and they said there were no trains in Peterborough. Hub knew better, and he was right, there are a handful of people who also knew the travel line were talking rubbish. Also when he was in London, he said if he can get into PB, would there be trains? They said, we don’t know.

For God sake guys, we can get a craft to space, but not a Hub home from London?

So now, he is on the train, if there are no more fallen trees, he should be through the door, in an hour. 31 hours travel, which should have been about 14. As for Brussels? Who knows.

My teen is safe and in the GF’s Dad’s house. That poor man should adopt teen, hehehe. He is never away. I do feel a little bad about it.

I just hope he is happy, though I miss him like mad. My heart feels so happy, when I have my old child here, when he is the new teen, then it’s rather good he has somewhere else to go, he has been so lovely this week though. He has not seen much if anything of the gf.

Only a day and a half, before he sees his Father, please God let that go down well? No side effects.

OK, I shall now go and turn on the dishwasher, then put on a pot of food for Hub. I for sure am not saying he will be home yet, what is it they say?

Not until the fat lady sings!

“Well, I ain’t singing just yet. X

FURIOUS FI

What a dreadful day. Firstly at eight this morning, my Teen came into the bedroom in a grumpy panic. His gf had told him he had to get up get ready and her Father would pick him up but he had to be ready.  So the day of study and homework for college again not done. The job he was going to do for me sweeping out the garage, also not done but the bit which infuriates me, is that he never knows what he is doing with her from day to day. Yesterday, last night when he went to bed, just before midnight, he said he was spending the day at home.

Next thing I know is, my Husband landed safe thank God, after the aeroplane trying and failing to land in London.

He landed in Manchester, about one hour from here.

But they wouldn’t let them off the plane.

He sat for three hours just waiting, God if they had let him off he could have been at home for almost two of those hours. At this time, his phone was off so after him telling me when they were trying to land in London,  was rather scary, I was presuming that he was in the air somewhere, as he said at eight, that they were going to wait for an hour only before trying to take off again. Well it’s about forty minutes from Manchester to London, so do the maths?

By half ten still turned off phone. By eleven same, Half eleven again, no call or text and phone still off.

Where in God’s name was he? More importantly, was he OK?

Then mid day, he told me he was waiting for his case. He would let me know when he got off the tube about his train.

In the meanwhile, on the news, the radio told me there were 40,000 properties without power in the south.

Trees up to 60ft had fallen and the few trains that there were, were going only 50mph.

Next thing I heard from him was at 2 this afternoon.

He had a two hour wait in the capital. He ordered a taxi to drop one of his colleagues off in Peterborough, so at least she would get home and he was going to try to get a train from that station. He said if he couldn’t, he would stay overnight in a hotel in pb. Well, I kind of put my foot down for the first time and said, he gets home by train, or taxi. He said it would cost too much for the company if he were to get a taxi. I said, but he makes sure 

His colleague gets home? I told him, to put me first for once.

I will be in trouble for this, but you know what? I really don’t care. He bends over backwards for his work and I’m simply sick of it. If he got respect I wouldn’t mind.

He is always concerned about where he eats when away, not to go over the budget, this is commendable, but sometimes, he is too generous.

So we shall see if he comes home tonight. So Brussels is cancelled. For now. I bet he has to go there later this week; I wouldn’t be surprised if it were tomorrow.

I really want to swear I hate his job so much.

 I spoke to my friend who lives in London. 99mph winds were there as well as rain and she has a tile which has come off her roof and her fence panels are down.

She said she was one of the lucky ones, as two children have been killed. Tragic. My heart goes out to the families and friends.

Now I have just had a text from my teen. He is with his girlfriend, miles away. As when the media are giving out weather alerts, telling people to stay in their homes, where does he go with the gf? The bloody beach.

Oh I’m absolutely speechless.

I have no time for stupid people who live throw away lives.

I mean, to take two kids to the sea side today? Grrrrrrr

OK, finished my moaning. Sorry for giving you all ear ache. Hugs and stay safe.

 

HOUSE OF HOPE

 Tonight I feel very selfish. I always want the best for my friends, and yet tonight my heart sinks for what seems to be the death of a past I wish I could relive. Why selfish? Because my friends are happy, very happy, so how dare I feel sad. I should be happy for them. I want them to be happy, an yet still worry if they are. Let me explain. My two friends from America, are tonight on their way to a hotel next to the airport. Tomorrow they will fly to Mexico to start a life that my friend Yam, has dreamed about for two years. How dare I have any sadness in my heart, when she is so happy? When we moved house, they were both so very encouraging and I will never forget how much they helped us. I guess the difference is, they had never been to our last house, but we did go to theirs. My first visit there was just after mine and Hubs wedding day. So from a spell bound day, to a magical place with a perfect potion full of peace and perfection.

As I had never met our wonderful friends, my Hub had, many years before, I had only the knowledge of talking with them over the phone skype and emails. The first day Yam phoned me up, I was not expecting her call. I picked up the receiver, to hear a very jolly voice. A sunny sound came down the line, filling my new heart full of love for my new relationship with my reunited love, with positive energy.

I had been in the dark for so many years. My Hub came into my life and switched on the lamp in the corner of my mind. Just by communication with each other by email and phone. Then, when Hub and I met face to face, I could have blown up the city with an electrical force, being so different to each other, drew us together and we linked from a past we know not.

I had the love from my Husband and Son, but Yam was different too. So she added to the force of energy.

She told me I could. She complimented me in how I wrote to her and my poetry. She believes in me. I missed that in life. My parents were suffocated and lived only, to get  me sight, they had no time for positivity, also  I know now, my Mum suffered with serious depression, so how she could have been positive for me, I really don’t know.

Yam took that roll on. We met for the first time at the airport in the US. We met my adorable Dd, who so much reminded me of my own Dad, even down to the way in which he walked and guided me. There was something about his aura that I found so comforting, so right, so happy to be with that lovely family.

At the airport, there was also Yams sister Jean. Her name is Gloria Jean, same as my aunt G. She was an attractive lady so sweet and I really drew to her kind fun way. And Jeans Husband. Now x…

From our first Hug, Yam told me how beautiful I was. I for sure didn’t feel it. A long journey. She kept saying how good I smelled too. And then after that, about my writing. Of course, there are many times I take her compliments but don’t believe her. I think she is just being nice. Kind. But as I got to know Yam better, I found out she doesn’t bull.

So OK, she is one person who believed in me. Then my friend from Russia, dear Olga. But I didn’t and still don’t believe in myself and for sure don’t like myself at all. But what Yam gave me, was happy memories. Experiences I would have never done without her and DD. Like when she took me to an art class. I blogged that some time ago.

I went swimming for the first time in about fifteen years with Yam. I felt as though I belonged. I for a short time had a family. I loved that time. We pulled up to the house and it was home.

It was a big cuddle and a gentle kiss. A warm blanket and a comfortable chair. Their house was a palace. The surroundings were and are magnificent.

I with Hub and Teen revisited my house of hope and the second visit, was the same. Great. Perfect.

I picture my teen in the bedroom they made for him and us all sitting on the comfortable sofa’s and around the dining table, listening to the TV and chit chatting.

Now it’s empty, the furniture has all gone and the ghost of the wonderful clock of Dd’s, ticks on, echoing in an empty house, once full of laughter, love and life.

The doors are locked, there’s no turning back for anyone.

So I’m selfish, because I want those days back. The days when I was oblivious to the hours, days, weeks that I will be apart from my Husband. The days I was oblivious to the fact that my Mother in law, whom I got on so well with, was not going to be in our lives for much longer. The days I remained oblivious to the fact that my Son, my Darling child, would grow up, resenting everything I did for him.

But life must go on, as for Yam and DD, I do worry about their health, as what they had in America, was state of the art. In Mexico, though the Doctors are so wonderful they don’t have the medicine the US has. DD is in his eighties and has cancer and Yam has a really bad back and hip. I just worry they won’t get the necessary help they need.

I worry that it’s just too much for them this move, as I know it killed Hub and I and me in particular, as Hub was away leading up to the big move for us.

I know the people in Mexico will welcome them, as Mexican people are wonderful, of course there are some we all knew of on our news, who are not to be admired, and these people worry my Husband, but in general, they are lovely and there are loads of people living at this part of Mexico, who are x pats.

So tomorrow, they will head to the sun. A new life. A new adventure and of course if this makes them happy, then we are delighted for them, as this is important to us. But, whilst I fight to forget my sad past, I can’t let go easily of my happy past.

I just pray, DD and Yam have their hearts warmed and souls kissed. X

CINNAMON FANCY

Oh I have my heart in my mouth. My beautiful Husband phoned me from the hotel. It is the time I get afraid. He is travelling again. This time almost home, then to Brussels and home. But, there are storms forecast. He sounded so close. I just wanted to open the door and walk into his room. His velvet voice spoke to me which melted my heart.

My Hub has four voices. His anger voice that he speaks to Teen in, his business voice, his silly little jovial voice and his voice I fell in love with all those years after we were children.

It was the latter voice he used today. I ached for him. The storms are coming to the UK and he will be flying into London. Then a train away again and then very late tomorrow night, home, I pray to God.

I bet there are disruptions. I fear this.

I just hope the angels will fly around his aeroplane and help it to land on time and safe.

Then take his train safely there and back home to me. What a hell of a journey. He leaves Canada at six tonight his time, gets in at six in the morning into London. Then about ten a train to Brussels. He is to meet some high profile people then after an all-day meeting, back home at what time not sure but think will be after eleven. So he will have been on the go 29 hours. Now tell me this is right?

He will be home a couple of days then off to Birmingham, so not so far, haha, but far enough.

My teen spent all day today on the computer, and yesterday as well. He has loads of forms to fill in, before they allow him on the shop floor.

Crazy, it’s all about health and safety. But they pay him to do it, so all OK. Though not sure it’s good for his eyes as his blooming IPhone is attached to him just hanging on for the gf to contact him.

He will be with her from tomorrow tea time.

My Canary, the Irish one, is doing OK, thank God. His little whatever on his head doesn’t seem to be bothering him.

He was singing his little heart out today to the radio.

Not fancying lemonade or chicken crisps tonight, but can smell cinnamon.

What’s all that about? X

I'M A NUMPTY

 Good afternoon. Today is very calm, incredibly sunny and raining. The storm is forecast for tomorrow and I know that in Wales, they are having winds which are necessary to tie things down in the gardens.

I had a nice update with Yam my dear friend I call American Mum. They have two days before they go to live in Mexico. I still morn for their home. For the time I had a family there. For the peaceful memories we spent there and for the time in my life I was happiest. Completion. A family and my Son got on well with my Husband and we didn’t have the teen times.

Having said that, this weekend has been truly beautiful. He is with me until tomorrow night, then away at the gfs Dad for a few days. So from my x’s he will go to her Dads. I guess or I hope, that means I don’t have to pick up the pieces after seeing his Father? I pray, the visit will go well. I’m sure the gf will like my x and tell teen what I felt about him is nonsense, as of course she lived with him for 23 plus years and knows him with her wisdom of 17 years on this land.

I am sure my x will really like the gf, as she is really pretty and sweet when you first meet with her. I mean, there are worse. She kind of has manners and she speaks without cursing. She doesn’t smoke or do drugs, so what more can I ask for I guess?

I just hope my x gives Teen a lovely day? I know my x will be delighted to see his Son after too long. I only hope he, my boy doesn’t get hurt.

All day next week, I will be thinking about him. Praying to God he will be OK. It’s so sad that they are strangers. But more sad that my x is so strange!

At least the gf will see that my x has a beautiful house, as he does and it will be immaculate. Of course teen will ask for to show the gf our old house, we’ll let him as I had a beautiful house in Northumberland. I have here too. I’m lucky.

Oh, Gosh, just heard the wind making a visit. I am dreading this storm. It was so mild before, now there are banging sounds coming from the street. Not the builder this time, but garden furniture and a plastic bottle rolls down the road. A can too is making its way to Havoc street.

OK, to the garage I go, not to rev up my BMW, but to tackle the washing as that is where the drier is. Before my garage door won’t stay open.

Then I must eat, and then do the kitchen, then floors. This morning, I have washed the bathrooms and vacuumed the floors upstairs. And there is the beloved dog run. OMG.

Oh, before I go. My lovely neighbour I shall call Hot tub, not because she is hot, though I’m sure she is haha. Or because she is tubby, as she isn’t. Because they own one. And that was the first thing I thought to call her. Oh God, what am I talking about? You know when you start something and you wished you hadn’t? Hmm.

Well, we said some time ago, we would exchange numbers/mobiles. When my Son took her flowers yesterday, he gave her my mobile. Well, talk about her wishing she hadn’t bothered? Hhehehe

She rang my mobile when it was turned off, so her number would be left. Thing is, she left a message, so, I didn’t know how to access her number. I was given the option to call her back, but not giving me the number, just saying to press 5.

I did thinking I would ring twice, then put the Phone down then go into last calls.

Hmm. Didn’t work.

So she would have heard her phone and read it was me. Then I asked Teen to have a look at my phone to see if he could find the number?

He told me, my phone with all its sticky tape, had no display on the screen.

Oh, when did that happen? Hahahhaha. How funny, I was oblivious to the fact.

Anyway, techno Fi, found out how to access her number, as I was franticly writing it down as the automatic voice read it to me, it then started to ring her again… Oh God, quick, put the phone down.

Well, by this point, she will be thinking, “Oh my God. Is this crazy woman going to phone me every half hour of every day?

Then, as I walked from the conservatory to the sitting room, in my pocket, I pressed a button, which button?

The ring back.

So called her again.

Oh, how embarrassing

 Anyway, turned off the call and she rang me. I was so red.

Later gators.

SHIVERING NIGHTS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

SHIVERING NIGHTS

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A shadow on a lake

Imaged each and every mistake

As the low white sun weakened

By autumns curtains

Bowing trees formed fingers

From the storm which lingers

I find myself on a casualty

A falling tree

Sitting on the moist bark

Closing in is the dark

The geese fly from the water

To their form of bricks and mortar

Ducks paddle

Splashing making a puddle

Damp feet

Feeling cold

 Need to eat

 Wishing I had someone to hold

The silver moon shows a crest

Shining on the wildlife trying to rest

Distant song

Can be heard

From a nocturnal bird

The wind roars with anger

I’m just an unwanted stranger

Even the branches bare now

Wave goodbye

Scary shapes touch the sky

Leaving me to wonder why

Stars fly

Gold’s and white

Dancing on the lake at night

My puddled footsteps

Shape the mud

As the spray of perfume from the wood

Chases me

Covers me

A scream so loud in the blackness of the night

Gives me such a heart rendering fright

I walk faster now

Though where I’m going lost in the crowd

The cloud of rejection

No affection

Just a reflection

Even the shadow has a place to sleep

Climbing up the stairs I must creep

But stairs going where?

At the top is a chair

Someone sits there deep in prayer

I clime up eight

Then told to wait

I shiver a frown

Then I’m pushed down

The face is laughing at me

A made up clown

Is it not meant to be the other way around?

Lying on the ground

Wild horses thunder over me

I can’t go on

Then I’m hooked by a swan

Through the day this is beautiful

I feed these creatures as it’s dutiful

But who feeds me?

Now it’s night

There is only natures light

A fading moon

Shining on my bedroom

A forgotten cabin

Only tenant is a robin

Priming himself for the Christmas card

This soft life is so hard

But my street now is empty

No evidence

Of my picket fence

The Yellowstone bricks

Disappeared like new tricks

My past has been abolished

My life demolished

An yet I go on

For what?

Put on the spot

The final song?

Well I’m singing

The bells are chiming

And he is charming

He kisses my hand asks me to dance

Full of romance

Wraps me in his velvet cloak

Protects me gives me a home

No more days I shall roam

Dried out leaves

Replaced by silk

I can’t believe

I drink a glass of warm milk

The stove heats soup

And the oven has fresh bread

My fearful, cold, nights are dead

TWEET MY CANARY

Well tonight was spent on line. I must say, it was a surreal evening. Cyber space for sure. The night is turning into morning again and though our clocks are going back one hour now, I am still in 2a.m mode.

My Husband has some free time tomorrow/today in Canada, so I have asked him to shop for some sweeties. Last time he was there, he brought me a lolly he was given at a meeting. Hahahahaha. Oh I can say it was rather delicious. It was made from maple syrip. Don’t worry Bloggets; it did have a wrapper on it.

He will be with a colleague of his and I know she wants to go up some tower with a glass floor. “No Bloggets, she isn’t going up the tower  with a glass floor on her back,  the tower has a glass floor. I hope she enjoys the view? My Hub won’t that’s for sure.

Oh my God, I forgot to ask him about dates and stuff. There are two people who want him and I was to ask him if he is free.

My Teen and I had a nice day and I just so wish we could have those days every day?

I’m too tired now, but will tell you later a funny story about a neighbour and a mobile. Remind me please? I forget so easily. It’s me age you know?

Or I’m not getting enough sleep. I always know when I am tired as when I write late I talk through my words, as though I am from the Caribbean.

My Husband told me of a great new piece of tech he saw through work today/yesterday, oh the time difference is messing me up. Anyway, it was for the latest IPhones. IPhone 5s? I think. Where they are making it so the phone will read letters. Great for Hub, I’m rubbish with the IPhone.

He re tweeted my blog on the menu today. Tweet? Really, I’m on Twitter. Haha. That’s a joke; God knows how you work that thing? I know how to publish on thereafter then, nope. I have some followers, I don’t know how? I’m following people? How did that work? Haha. Really, talking of Tweeting. My / my Sons canary, he’s Irish you know? Oh bless him; he has hurt his little cute head. Right in the middle of it, he has a blood spot.

Oh what has he done? Teen noticed today, though he was singing OK, but I hated thinking of him hurting himself. I really still feel so sorry for him. In fact I feel sick. As what if it turns septic or he is in pain? He is so tiny. He can’t say

“Grammar, pass the Aspirins?

I mean, can he?

Oh I hope he doesn’t have a head ache or if in the morning he is dead? You know this sounds so stupid, but I love him.

This is crazy and the Psychologist in me should know why I love the bird when I didn’t my Sons last one?

“Are you lying comfortably on my couch?”

On that note, I must go to bed. Hmm. May have a drink of tea first. I know I shouldn’t before sleep, but I’m choking for a drink.

Oh, I bought my chicken crisps today, not the lemonade though and I could just drink some again.

Thank you for listening to my silly words. I smile when I think of you all reading about my simplistic life. Compared to many years ago, I am a different person, living in a different world.

Later Gators. Xxxxx

 

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

OK an afternoon with a difference I have had. My teen came in from his first day at his new job. It was interesting what he did. Hmm. Another story for another day.

He was OK with going to town with me. Gosh, I wondered why as yesterday, he was adamant he wasn’t going.

I then told him I was going to take Waggatail. He was not at all impressed. Well I keep getting told not to work her in town. But I could work her, getting to the bus and from the bus when I got home and I would take Teens arm, in town so just hold her lead.

He really objected to her going though as she shows herself and us up with the way she is each time she is out on harness or not.

And she didn’t break that tradition today.

As soon as we got off the bus, she sat down to pollute. Oh God I could have killed her. I mean, of course I let her out before we left. We got some abuse from a thuggish looking guy according to teen, though of course we picked it up. Guess who was passing whilst doing this? Oh my word… The gf’s mother in her car…….hahahhahhahahaa

Poor Teen received a text saying the mother “Saw him” Him. I must be invisible.

Then Waggatail spent the whole time with her nose on the ground, pulling in every direction sniffing Oh she is so very naughty. I must say my left arm is killing with dragging her. I wished I had never took her, but wanted to give her tiny excitable mind something to do. I said to my Son, if she were a child, at school she would be a pupil with additional needs.

It’s like her head is stuck to the floor. I really don’t know what the puppy walker did with her, but possible let her lay next to them on the couch through the day and in their beds at night as to keep her off the couch and from going up stairs, is a nightmare.

We picked up teens tickets to see his Father on Wednesday.

When Teens Father finds out he has to pay for the gf’s ticket too, he will throw a wobbler.

The thing is, Teen would not have gone if not for the gf going. And, for all what the gf’s parents do for teen, I can’t expect her to pay.

We went to our pastry shop and did the long walk back to the bus stop. That after the very long walk to the station from the bus.

We went to our local shops on the way back I let Wagga work, as after having to keep checking her all the way there and back on the bus, as she cried and moaned and kept pulling away to see what was under others seats, Oh she was a right pain.

So to let her earn some respect, I did the pet shop coffee shop and for her to find the seat for the bus. We didn’t go into those shops just did it for an exercise for her. We did call into Tesco’s and buy some bits and bobs. I bought my neighbour some flowers for sending me the window cleaner. I mean, at the end of the day, she did me a huge favour.

Then on the bus back home where she worked too.

So she did that all great. Well, far from perfect, as I still had to keep stopping her from stopping every seven seconds to sniff.

But we are home now and I feel shattered, but glad that I went out. I just wish my dog had not done what she had done.

The best news is, Teen is home with me. Not going to his gf’s this weekend. Great. She is off with her parents to a theatre production.

Tomorrow, all day, teen is working too. Great. So tomorrow night home again.

I haven’t heard from my Husband today, I hope he is OK with his eyes. Two more sleeps before he is home for how long, not sure.

OK, must go now and I will be back later. Xxx