news Fifi style

After the very sad news  today of a Police helicopter crashing, or falling out from the sky in Scotland, I feel for the families who are now grieving as there are at least eight known to be dead. At about ten thirty in the evening, the copter fell from the sky into a Public house, whilst people were enjoying their evening and listening to the music from the band that was playing at the time.

You would not expect such a tragedy to occur!

Again, my heart goes out to those hurt by this incident.

Other news from the UK and around the world that I found of interest is

BRITAIN is to vote on whether to pull out of the EU after a bill was given the green light by MPs.   It’s been voted to approve a referendum bill on EU membership set for 2017. The bill must now also pass the House of Lords, and will then become law. There is a lot of interesting commentary surrounding the bill, with one party calling this a buck-passing move since the next general election will be in 2015, and a future government could revoke the referendum bill if it passed. 

“Well I for one, hope it goes through and I shall be voting for sure.

 

The coalition government has outlined its proposals to reduce energy bills in the wake of rising costs. Prime Minister David Cameron and his deputy, Nick Clegg, said their plans would cut bills by an average of £50, in an article in the Sun on Sunday.

“What they are not telling us is, the drop of £50, will take until 2020 before we receive our money back. Well, wouldn’t surprise me.

 

Women who want to get to the top shouldn't have a baby, an  MP has suggested. Speaking in a debate in the European Parliament Mr Agnew, who represents the Eastern region, said that poor childcare and sexism were hindering women from climbing the ladder.

“Well, I think if women want to have children, and they also want to pass their children onto others to bring them up, they have that right, though I don’t agree, unless that person is the child’s Father. What I don’t agree with for women wanting to climb the ladder and having children is, they get high up in the workplace have a child, off for so many months, leaving the place of work having to sometimes retrain other staff members, or even doing without that placement for some time, then the Mother comes back to work, then is off with baby being ill, having to go to the Doctors, having first teething problems, then Nursery, then calls as their baby is sick and needs to be at home, then the child is too ill to go to school/nursery so more time off work for the Mother.

My Husband now is without a Pa as his lovely lady he had left to have a baby, his one who took over the job had to leave as was offered a full time job elsewhere knowing the old Pa would return soon. But not soon enough as there is a gap now.

Another friend of mine is working full time as is the Father. They have a nanny full time so who is bringing up the child?

Why have a child if at least one parent is not going to look after that baby?

 

Police are hunting a gang of "hoodies" after a man was stabbed to death outside a pub. Christopher Foster was attacked while having a cigarette with a male friend in an alleyway outside St Christopher's Inn in Borough High Street, Southwark, and central London.

“Gosh, how fortunate that other man was, for him not to get stabbed? Odd?

 

Banning the stimulant drug, khat, spelt with the letter h in it for screen readers, will "drive a wedge" between police and Yemeni and Somali communities, an MP has warned. The Home Affairs Committee has urged ministers to reverse plans to re-grade the plant as a class-C drug.

“The fact is, it’s a bloody drug. This class system we have is ridiculous. They should all be band A.

Those Somali’s want to take those drugs, then leave Britain. Respect our laws and don’t expect to change them.

 

Chris Huhne, the former Liberal Democrat Cabinet minister, has said his party and Labour could form a "historic radical coalition" after the 2015 general election.

“Well, if I was Labour, I would tell Chris Huhne to go to hell.

After what they did to Labour in the last election, two faced with a capital T.

Licking the backsides of Gordon Brown and his party, then in the end sniffing up to the Conservatives, to form a coalition.

 

The 'world's oldest public toilet' has been discovered in Argentina - and scientists claim dinosaurs used enormous piles of faeces to scare away predators.

“Well, I  know what to do now. I shall start to disconnect our alarm and get our three beasty girls to help me out. I will start to collect tomorrow. Burglar Bill, watch out!

You may find yourself in deep ****

 

More than a quarter of patients taken to hospital for heart failure now have diabetes, a report reveals today. Experts warn that rates of the illness are reaching 'epidemic' levels largely due to rising rates of obesity.

“Dam, that put me right off my bar of chocolate.

 

NASA has announced plans to grow plants on the moon by 2015 in a project designed to further humanity's chances of successfully colonising space.

“And why? I shall tell you, because someone somewhere, knows more than Jo public about where poor earth will be in some years soon.

And where will Jo public go?

 Not space, but to dust.

The rich will enjoy their plants in their new world, as the one they left will have blown up.

 

A simple urine test could distinguish between aggressive and less aggressive bladder cancers according to a new Cancer Research UK study published in the British Journal of Cancer.

“This is fantastic news, if then there is treatment for the cancer.

 

One of our TV presenters, Esther Rantzon aged 71, has launched a wonderful telephone line, for all those elderly who are lonely. I think this is wonderful, but should be for all ages.

That’s the news from the Fifi news room. X

 

TEARS IN THE TEA CUP

Part 6

We got up today, poor Olga, was vacuuming the floors downstairs. She emptied the bins and put on the kettle. Bless her. I made breakfast and the four of us sat around our table chatting.

We had a lovely morning, an yet sad.

I made lunch of quiche, salad with a truffle dressing and a cup of tea with the delicious home made biscuits Olga brought from the Christmas craft fair yesterday.

I really felt sad as my cup was almost empty. This represented our dear friend was about to climb aboard her chariot to take her to the station.

I received a text to  tell me the taxi had arrived.

Olga emotionally asked me to send him away.

I really felt a deep sadness for our friend. Though kept telling myself that she will be back in half a year and this time for three months.

As she left with her case and bag, my heart sank. Hub and I missed her before she left the street and when the one I don’t talk about came home from work, he said the house was empty without her and he missed her too.

But she is still here in her soul as the loft has been ventured into and down came the Christmas decorations, and so many of them, she bought me. More on that later.

Lots to catch up on this week and until then, with love. X

MY KINGDOM FOR A HORSE

Good evening. I shall write a quick blog. Tonight is the last night I have with my dear friend Olga. She goes back home tomorrow, but, not for long, before she is back for three months.

I let her loose on the town today on her own and she returned like the food goddess. She visited our Local food market, moments from our house. From all over where we live, all of the foodies gather and sell their produce. So homemade pies, cheeses and more came home in her bags of delight. Naughty she is, as I want her to spend the money on herself. She is too kind.

Hub and I ordered our Christmas tree. It will be like last year, a real one. Huge and with the best fragrance I hope.

So I ordered some decorations for it, as the colour of our real tree, has orange ornaments.

Why orange? Long story.

More on all of that in a few days when all our lights are put up outside and in our house.

So Olga did well, along the narrow lane along the walls of our town and some more retail. I hope when she comes in June, she will be entertained in many other ways. On the river for example. Close to her bedroom window, she shall take a boat perhaps and we will have a pick nick with her Grand Son

And we can visit the country side.

Today has been a continuation of heart ache with the one we don’t talk about. Many phone calls from his place of education brought my heart to weigh more than it should.

After a visit to his Father, I was left in desperate disbelief. I predicted an outcome and sadly, the immaturity of my x shone through. Stupid I thought that we had jumped over the barrier of pain some weeks ago and for the sake of the one I don’t talk about, we could be adult about things.

How wrong could I be?

If only my x thought about someone else rather than himself for once in his life, then he, would be set free from the curse of crippling cruelty.

Sadly, my soul suffers and this will make the evil one happy, rather than being peaceful, and perhaps finding a calm crossing to comfortably pass by without drawing swords!

I gave my life to others, my parents, then at the age of seventeen my x and I was his slave for so many years, protecting him and cooking, cleaning and being his candy to sweeten evenings out with friends.

How he forgets all of this and how bitter he leaves the chocolate which melts in the fire of our Sons heart.

Well, if only I can get through the next few years without his involvement. My biggest regret has been keeping the two of them in touch.

I really stressed trying to get my Son to phone his father, getting him to call him. Paying for him to visit him and even me texting my x, pretending to be my boy, just to keep the light on with the two of them.

I even bought Christmas and birthday gifts for my x in the past from my Son.

How absolutely foolish of me.

For what has happened this week, has truly taught me a lesson.

My friend Olga said she knew what would happen; I also did, but, hoped as always, deep down, there would be some kindness in the x’s heart. Hope? What is that word?

So Olga and I have talked about life tonight, after a night of murders, stabbings and tears.  Richard the third at our theatre was rather challenging.

We did pre ordering drinks for the interval and laughed as I told her and Hub that the huge explosions in the play in the first part woke me up.

The actors were amazing though, I must admit.

Anyway, on our way out from the theatre, we crossed the road to walk home. Our neighbour stopped her car. She had been out for the night with her daughter to try and trace a group member from our English group, “The wanted.

Don’t ask. Hahaha.

We jumped in her car, though it was a five minute journey, it was really funny. It is a tiny car, with two seats in the back. Well the three of them went there and I went in the front of the car. OMG, you should have seen us, we were like a comedy sketch.

Hahahaha. If I could have reached the handle, to open the window, I would have put my legs out.

 All the family are in bed and a sad day a head for us saying bye bye to our lovely friend, but not for long.

OK, this blog was going to be a small one, what went wrong?

Nighty night. Xxxx

MOTHERS ROSES BY FIONA CUMMINGS

For my dear Mother in law. I didn’t know you for long, but the short time I knew you, I learned a lot, felt a lot and loved you a lot

Thank you for all you did. Mainly, giving me you’re Son. Your memory shall live on. Xxx

 

Mother’s roses

By Fiona Cummings

 

A rose you planted for us

You came

You dug without a fuss

To us they all look the same

Blinded by the devils cane

You told of how you chose the fragrance

And planted right by the fence

They grew so well

And oh, the smell

So sweet and full of innocence

A tiny bud is born

Right next to the horrid thorn

The bud opens into a full bloom

They can be picked to perfume a room

Decorate a table

They were not justified by the label

As words will never say

Just how much those roses meant

When you placed them for us that day

Full of sentiment

Then you left this world

On an angels wing

With a crown of gold

The church bells did ring

And I’m sure you will fit in

As the garden of paradise will welcome you

A silver spade

And a golden rake

As sun will shine from skies of blue

You shall blossom, I’m sure that’s true

You are so missed

An yet your memory lives on

As your roses kissed

And grow they do

Under your heavenly watch

As you send the sun to us

 From your sky so blue

Keeping your eye on our flower patch

Each season the roses say

I love you

And in these words to you

I want to say we love you too

For you live on through the earth

And Dearest Mum you give birth

To life after you have gone away

I do pray

That your garden will be

Full of summer colours

And, an autumn memory

You will teach others

To plant flowers

To remove weeds

And grow therapeutic plants

So hearts can’t bleed

When you move on

To another garden

In another heaven

Thank you dear Mum

For all the fun

For all the kindness

Filling our world with total gladness

For explaining why you bought the roses

So we could see through our noses

And from us they will never leave

For they are you

And we never need to completely grieve

As through the stems you live

And from the buds you give

All your love

May the sun shine on your soil

From above

And may nothing ever spoil

Sent with love

 

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE PART 5

 

Part 5

Good evening my Bloggets. Today we all had a nice day, and ended up going out the four of us at our favourite Indian restaurant. Oh my God. We arrived, it was so noisy. Then the waiter didn’t understand a word of English. Then, the same waiter got wrong from Hub, as he, the waiter spilt our drinks all over the table. I mean, to not even speak enough English to take the order?

So we all had to walk to the bar, whilst they sorted out our table and they took forever.

I was so disappointed with the staff tonight, but the food was lovely. In the end, we got a free drink and vouchers for £25 off our next visit.

Then the taxi home, haha. I was in the front, talking to the driver. Well, he had the strongest Scottish accent. I again could not understand him. I was saying yes I’m sure when I should have been saying no.

Home now though and tomorrow I shall be cultured. Off to the theatre to see Richard the third.

Oh, my God…

Do you think they will mind if I take my IPod? Haha haha.

Now what with that and the Cathedral in one week, one thinks that is enough for one’s cultural genes for a lifetime.

Again, Shakespeare, again I will not understand a flipping word? Hahahhahaha.

I have been practicing my Russian this week with Olga, and she has understood me thank God I still remember it, but I am sure I talk with a slurred accent now, as though drunk.

Olga says no, but Olga, is kind.

OK, must go to bed now as rather sleepy. One and a half days left with our lovely friend. I shall miss her this week has been so good. So nice to go out without stress or worries. And I am excited as in June; I shall see my little Brother. D, who is Olga’s son. The last time I saw him, was on our wedding day. He gave me away. So three and a half years ago. Before then, about seventeen years.

This time I shall meet his baby. Who will be two by then.

Until next time, with love and a very happy Thanks giving to America. Xx

IT IS YOU BY FIONA CUMMINGS

IT IS YOU

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

You wrap your cloak around me

Giving me some security

I feel your warmth

As you warm my shoes on the hearth

Your arm as a scarf

Your love fills me with pleasure

Being with you is my leisure

I have truly found a treasure

What will I do if you go away?

How will I find the words to say?

As I put my hands together and pray

I beg our maker for you to stay

Let’s hope he grants me this one wish

And allows me to seal it with a kiss

For if you ever leave me

It is you I will honestly miss

 

SEEING ANOTHER WORLD

When my Son was one. His granddad died. Breaking my heart I missed my Dad so much. Every night at the same time, within five minutes, and the days before mobile phones, so time was not glued to me and with being newly blinded, I never knew the time, until I would hear my baby, cry. I would check the time asking my X and run to my child upstairs.  My x would follow, and every night I would open the door to his bedroom, to smell the very strong fragrance of chocolate.

My baby would be standing up in his cot pointing to the far left corner of    his room. Just talking mumbo jumbo. Yes he was one, but, he could talk saying words then. On about night eight or nine, He would wake up, we would run, smell the same fragrance and my baby started shouting “Gander!”

This is what he called his Granddad.

When my baby was a few months, I caught my Dad sitting on the couch in his and my Mums house, cuddling my baby. He looked proudly into his Grandsons eyes, as I at that stage could see, and He loved the fact, that his Grandson was taking pleasure, out of the bar of melting chocolate he was feeding him.

 I caught my Dad doing that on many occasions. Each time, I would tell my Dad off.

Never did it do any good. He continued giving him chocolate.

Obviously after he died, my Dad wanted to let me know, he was OK and wanted to be there making my Son know his Granddad was still in his life. Though my son was not laughing, he also was not too upset either. It was as though he was confused.

As am I now, wondering was my Dad visiting from another world?

Some years later, I was sitting on my Sons bed, talking to him before bed. My boy was about nine.

He calmly pointed to his bedroom door. His second house by the way a different house to where he used to see my Dad.

He said

“Mummy, look at that lady, she is walking into your room.

Look Mum, can’t you see her?

Well, I could not see anything from my son was one, so I just said no.

It was as though my Son thought I would for sure be able to see the lady.

I so didn’t want my boy to be like me. I have seen things since a child.

I never encouraged my boy, as it was the last thing in the world I wanted, for him to be like me in that way.

At the same time, I didn’t want to do what my Mum did and tell him he was imagining it all.

He told me, the lady was as tall as our bedroom door. He said in the calmest voice

“Mummy, how will she get through your door? She is as tall as the frame.

I asked what she was wearing; he answered a long green dress and huge green head scarf.

Her hair though was sticking out of the bottom of the scarf. Just the tips of her hair. It was black.

Then he said she disappeared.

He was not at all afraid.

In the same house, he saw two men pushing a large barrel across his bedroom floor. He told me of the clothes they were wearing.

They were very old fashioned. I always wanted to do research into what was there before our house, and even years before then as I got the impression, the men were from about a hundred years or slightly more.

Now my Teen says it was his imagination, and yet, he checks his cupboards every night and I see the signs of him not wanting to go into certain rooms.

I’m sure I have told you about my wedding ring going missing for five weeks. Then on my Dads birthday, on November the 11^th, it appeared right next to me. On my bedside table. Though I had the table upside down the bed out looking under and had my x looking for it too. I removed it when he went to work one morning very early. I continued to sleep. After about eight, I woke up and put my hand out to put it on. I had removed it, because my fingers were really itchy.

There was no ring.

I searched my bedroom. Lifting everything up. I phoned my friend up she came looking, nothing, not in sight. We looked in places where it would have been ridiculous to find it.

My Hub came back from work, he was cross and looked. Shouting at me for losing it.

Then five weeks later, it was exactly where I left it.

On Dads birthday.

I have seen so much in my life. I can’t explain it.

I know it is not my imagination. As I don’t like to think about ghosts or whatever they were. I am terrified of them. If it was my imagination, I would sleep with the lights off when hub was abroad. I would not try to discourage any visitors. I also know, I would see them a lot more than I do. I thank God have not seen anything for some months now, and pray, I never will again.

A friend of mine was sitting in my house in the days when I could see.

We were laughing and chatting about life. Then suddenly, I caught my breath.

I said to her

“Who do you know about 55/60, silver glasses, and the most obvious thing is, her lips. They are full, and very sickly bright seventies pink.

My friend laughed. I said she smelled of mint.

My friends face changed.

Her hand went to her mouth. She asked me, why I was asking.

I told her I didn’t know, but the lips were really important. As though talking to me. The lipstick was so horrible.

She said that I had described her friends Mum. I asked about the mint smell? She said that she always carried those Alba sol handkerchiefs. I am sure I have spelled that wrong, but the minty ones you buy when you have a cold.

  We said nothing after then. Forgot about it. Just over three weeks later. My friend phoned me up.

She told me that her friends Mum had just been diagnosed with cancer, in the mouth and had weeks to live. I got a call from her about ten days later, the lady was in hospital, my friend told of how she the friend’s Mother, still though ill, insisted in putting on her lipstick. Bright pink.

She died a month later.

Aged 58.

What, or whom, do we see?

I can’t write much more about my seeing, but I can tell you my first one was when I was a few months older than my Son. So when I was also one.

I have seen who I would say was if not Jesus, for sure an angel. I have felt and smelled so much around me. Though I am blind, I still see the faces of those from another world.

Question is which world? And where is it? Who lives there, and is this where we go?

THE GHOST WHO PLAYS THE PIANO

Good evening Bloggets. A busy day again. It was great. This morning after getting rather depressed because someone in our house, saying no names was not going to college again, the prospect of an   intelligent person was throwing away a good education for laziness, tore at my heart. I ate breakfast with Hub and Olga and left the house. Sometimes the house is a trap of tortured, trauma, tearing tearful times, so thanks to Olga, escapism was possible.

We had a lovely time

We were to find a property in our town. Our friend Olga is coming over to the UK to have a holiday for three months next June, with her Son, daughter in law and Grand Son who is almost two.

So they need to rent an apartment.

We went to the tourist information and got a map to the place we needed to be. On the way there, we found some wonderful little streets where we have never visited before.

One of them we passed through had an old book shop. Olga was looking for a book, called something like “Five quarters of the orange.

The same author who wrote Chocolate. A movie/book I love.

Well, she came out of the shop, as we had waited for her on the narrow pavement. It was a nice day and was lovely to catch up on some air and meet with the aromas of the historical hideaway havens of the ancient city.

“Oh, Fiona, I love this book shop. It is wonderful. Such a shop! The man in there was really friendly and helpful. He had long grey hair and looked a real bookish kind of person. What an amazing shop!”

“Oh, great Olga, did you get the book you were looking for?

“No!”

O

K

Hahahahaha.

We went into a wonderful wool shop with all sorts of jumpers; the narrow knickknack cobbled alleyways lead us through to the streets where we found the apartment

Wow, it was a lovely place. Behind gates, which was a little like a jail, but secure                             

At least there were no razor wires in sight.

The lady who met with us showed us around the apartment. It was gorgeous. Clean very modern and huge. The balcony’s provided a perfect viewpoint.

Over the river.

Then she showed us another mid terrace. Oh my God. I felt sick with that house. It was a minute walk from the apartment and the difference was unreal. No gate people walking right past your living room window, but the living room, was the size of a large entrance hall.

I didn’t even walk up stairs. It was a mess. The house was blooming filthy. Old fashioned as they come.

A hovel of a place.

After house hunting, we walked down more streets of discovery. We found a fish & chip shop. We ate inside. They were the first chips I have had from a fish & chip shop that was really nice, in almost two years. We loved the chat and relaxed atmosphere we share together.

Hub is great; he just goes with the flow. I love being with him and with Olga’s brilliant eyesight, humour and knowledge, a lovely day had by all.

Another exciting day tomorrow, but as we passed the man playing classical music on his piano, just as you do, in the middle of the huge square, outside among the crowds of people, I thought, we do live in a rather interesting world. I also could not help but wonder, if suddenly it starts to rain, what does he do with his full sized piano? He reminded me of a ghost, who lived many years ago. He still plays his music, only now his house has been knocked down and replaced with a large open pedestrian pathway.

An yet he still remains.

With love.

GOOD OLD FRIENDS

So this morning, we got up and had a quick breakfast. Just Before our friends from Northumberland came.

LC barked and told us my friend Yvonne’s car had pulled up.

No need for a door bell. It was so lovely to see them. My friend Viv is so adorable. They came with loads of gifts for Christmas. I hope to see them again around Christmas time.

   We went to our local Chinese for lunch. I took Wagga and there she walked wonderfully. Then came back home to have some delicious tarter au citron

Translated, lemon tart.

Oh it was absolutely divine. I’m not joking, wonderful. Yvonne made it herself. With Raspberry’s too. Yummy blooming yummy. She also brought us some homemade soup. What a star. She is my friend’s neighbour who has just won the Neighbour of the year award.

 And no one deserved it more than her. She has had a tragic life and yet not a bad bone in her body. An absolute hero.

I felt really sad to see them leave. I realised how much I missed my old friends.

But, I tell myself, I have my lovely new friends around here.

And still some great days left with my dear Olga. It’s great to have her here with us.

I’m excited about the day we are going to have tomorrow.

With love until then. Xxx

 

 

 

BRUNO MARS SANG TO ME

So we were ready to go to my old home town to see Bruno Mars. Our lovely Geordie friend picked us up in the car. A beautiful large mini, if that makes sense? We dropped Olga off in town to have a look at the museums and so on.

We parked the car and for a full day, it cost £7.50 but from tomorrow, it will go up to £10.

We climbed the seven hundred and eighty one steps to the station.

OK, thirty one.  Haha..

Caught our train and laughed all the way there. Our Geordie friend is so lovely and we laugh and put the world right too. We have Sons of similar age.

Got off the train and went streight into a pub and had a hot sandwich and drink. Then took a taxi to the Arena. I was buzzing with excitement. Oh Bruno was in the building as was I. If only he knew I was there, I’m sure he would have insisted that his security guards would escort me to Bruno’s suite?

You don’t think so?

Oh! With the help of our friend found our seats and the support group were great, though can’t remember what they were called, Mayer something. Amazing.

Then there was a break. Oh Gosh, come on, we had a train to catch. It was the last train of the night at 11.09

It was almost quarter past nine.

Then the screaming began. My heart began to beat faster; I could feel it through my skin. Bruno came on and sang played his guitars and got the crowds going wild.

Even Hub loved him. He said it was one of the best concerts he has ever been to. He was shocked as he really didn’t care much for him. My friend, who had no clue of what he sang before the concert, also said he was amazing.

She said his dance moves were stunning

Then the musicians were fantastic OH my God, the talent in the arena ways stunning. Mind blowing. I loved it and our Geordie friend told us what Bruno was wearing and his moves, which was really kind of her. She was great. I love her she is a really fun person. Today, my stomach hurts with her humour, ears buzzing with the beat and heart warm with wonder.

  We got home after the coldest night on earth our house was warm and the smell of Olga’s delicious cooking was welcoming.

It was well after one in the morning, all were in bed. But a cup of hot tea and Olga’s pie was had by Hub and myself..

Bed and an early morning of exciting visitors from the village I used to live some years ago.

Xxxx

 

 

GOOD NIGHTMARE

Bed gate continues. Remember we ordered a bed from Debenhams six weeks ago

 And was told it would come in twenty days, then twenty working days, then up to thirty working days, then another two weeks so it would come when my friend was back in Russia, so I cancelled it. Well, seven days later still waiting for the money and at the weekend a message was left on my phone to say that our bed was ready to be delivered for next week.

 I cancelled

 

bed I spoke to Debenhams about this and now it’s still on order? I am furious. If we got the money streight back, we would have been able to buy a bed on line. Next day delivery, but, I thought with a company like Debenhams, we would be able to trust them. Not. Never again. Now we phoned this man up who left a message saying we need to call him back to arrange delivery of our bed, you know the one we cancelled? Well, he is on his lunch break. We were told he would call back in ten minutes. That was an hour ago. Now Hub is on the phone and God help the man on the other end.

I don’t understand how they can take our money within an hour, then take up to ten days to get the money back.

Having said that, it’s been about ten days now.

If we got the money streight away, we could have bought a bed from the online company. Really, no wonder shops are going bankrupt.

It’s so sunny and only a couple of hours to go before we are on our long journey to see Bruno Mars.

 I feel bad about leaving our friend on her own, but she is going to town today on her own. It’s odd not to see my boy till tomorrow morning. I miss him. But, he could have come, he chose not to. I wish I could write about him, as he told me a hysterical story about work yesterday. May be a I will

When my time is freer. When hub sadly is back at work, I will again be on my own and it will be blog galore! X

 

  

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Count down to Bruno

 Well Bloggets, I’m off to a concert with our Geordie friend. Hub and I are leaving our poor friend at home. Though Olga said she is going to town on her own. Bless her; I hope she will be OK?  She said she will go clothes shopping.

We will take a train to my home town, and my friend’s home town too. We shall have a meal then off to Bruno Mars.  I shall let you know what he was like.

   OK, must sleep now as long day tomorrow; let’s hope I make the train tomorrow night? After the concert, we are catching the last train. Miss that and it will be an oopsy moment. Xx

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE PART 5

Part 5

 

Good evening Bloggets. Today we wrapped Christmas gifts for our friends coming on Tuesday and Hub and I prepared evening dinner. We wrapped up and took to our streets, heading towards our bus stop again.

LC went and I linked to Olga’s arm.

We went into town and I got the dotted one a stunning winter coat. Thank God at last he has decided to wear a coat. We went into the Super Dry shop. I hate that place, though I love their clothes.

£135 later, we left the shop and headed towards the Cathedral, ears still ringing from the awful loud music from that shop. Even the staff in there have to shout to be heard.

What is the point? It’s like a disco tech.

LC led the way, she was amazing, weaving in and out of the narrow streets across the cobbled court yard and found the steps to the entrance.

Not too sure if the building was any warmer than outside.

It as freezing.  I am allergic to Cathedrals, but Hub loves them.

To my delight, after we were kindly given a rug for LC to lay on off the cold stone floor, we had not only even song, but a concert from wonderful musicians and the music of Bach. It was amazing. Really clever music and so modern. Did you know that 80% of Bach music was lost, used as sandwich paper for his Choir.

The music was almost foot tapping. I would say it was music with a twist, you were listening to a note, then a cheeky note would twist and turn the corner. I really enjoyed it, and not much preaching, so great.

Back into the outside and caught the bus as our friend crossed the road just in time to jump into the warmer carriage of transport.

Home and through the tree lined avenue and into our street. The smell of dinner in the oven, as the house was filled of cooked steak casserole. Hub made me a delightful vegetarian meal of bean feast and baked potatoes.

A cup of tea and some delicious chocolates from our dear Olga and from Russia with love.

   

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE PART 4

Part 4

Good evening Bloggets. It is latish evening and I have just finished watching the X Factor.

Still Sam to win I hope. The best voice in the world and our friend Olga loved her too.

We made fish and potatoes for tea with sweetcorn. Not very interesting. Though I did put cheese on the potatoes. Hahahaha.  Exciting or what? Now our young one is doing techno stuff with Olga. We are just chilling after a really busy day in the town. It was really lovely. We went into Monsoon

The baby shop first. Oh my word. I need a baby? The clothes for babies are amazing. So deer though. But we did get some lovely things for my friend’s baby. Then into adult Monsoon. Oh bliss. I got a wonderful jumper for myself from my friend. She ran to the till as she normally does. She is really naughty.

My jumper is really warm and soft. It is light grey and it has different coloured gems on it. I love it.

We then went for some make up I wanted from Hub for my Christmas stocking. Oh the stupid stuck up person selling it, was a horror. As I said to a friend of mine today, this is our week for meeting nasty people. She spoke to us in such a condescending manor.

Why would a blind person want to wear makeup?

She wanted to know, “How do we do this sort of thing? Meaning how does she tell me colours. She didn’t know about the points that were on the store. We get points from our shop on a card. She was abrupt and would turn milk sour. Then we went for a wonderful coffee in a Danish pastry shop. It was rather post inside and I loved the atmosphere. Nice people.

Outside there was a merry go round with lights on and the entire street was decorated in fairy lights. There were singers doing their Carols. It was funny as they sounded sick.

I can’t believe carols in November and roasted chestnuts.

There was mulled wine too.

It was cold enough for Santa to come that is for sure.

We had a lovely day. We covered loads of shops.

Our friend was great and we even went to get tickets for the theatre to see Richard the third.

Oh a story for you that made me laughs.

I bought my friends Grand Son a fireman Sam fire engine. I wanted to show him a typical English toy as it was advertised as it talks and that will teach my little Russian baby some English words.

I got it. It talks. Flashes lights and has a siren.

Perfect, I wanted to see if it had batteries.

It had.

Oh

My

God

I think it was made in China and was sold by Dodgy Dave

As the fireman. English person? Not! Spoke in perfect Australian

One of the phrases for example was

“Right mate?    

 Covad in koala’s.

So translated into English, Are you alright friend? I am covered in Koala’s.

Oh God. I died. Our Fireman Sam is so English too.

Haha haha.

That is for buying on line. I really can’t believe it.

I also bought him some books. Fire man Sam too. Oh let’s hope they are not in Japanese?

OK, tomorrow, the Cathedral. X

 

  

 

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE PART 3

Part 3

OK, all ready to go off to our town. In the meanwhile, Olga has just told me that she is “Dismantling our dishwasher.

Hahahaha. Hell?

Will it ever work again? Not sure but it will sparkle.

We are leaving LC today, so she will have a longer face than ever when she finds out.

The sun is shining so this is great. What will I buy today? Not sure, but I shall tell you later.

Xx

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE PART 2

Part 2

The shops were great and under one roof. I bought most if not all of our Christmas gifts. It was great and so easy with having a sighted person with us. Interesting, Hub and I love the same things.

 Though

We also dislike the same things as well.

So Hub went for shoes, well, he has not had any new shoes since three years ago. He really needs them. We did not expect what happened.

Olga showed us to a seat. It was a huge flat bench. Oh my God. A horrible man went ballistic. He shouted to us for “pushing him off his seat, where he had been for ten minutes.”

Hahahah. I would love to push him off his seat. He was so rude Bloggets. I stood up and said I was sorry, but as my Husband and I are blind, we didn’t even know he was there

He absolutely went off on one. Shouting and really being so very nasty. Its idiotslike him, that make blind people stay in the house.

The staff said in the shop, he goes in there all the time and is always nasty. We saw him some hours later, shouting at another poor unsuspecting person and he still after hours of being in the shopping centre, with no bags.

So a professional moaner and totally rude and evil man. I say evil as his words were really horrible.

I really pray, that all those who spent time today in grumbling and being as nasty as possible to us today, end up blind even for one week of their life.

How dare those people take time out to be so nasty? And why? Sometimes this is why I do stay in and not like going out. But then I remember that the bus driver who took us across the road, and some lovely people like the young girl in the shoe shop, who sponsored a guide dog since a puppy, are in our world too. Thank God for them and a note to the devil, please introduce yourself to the nasties we met today?

I bought my friend some nice pyjamas and a cardigan. Her Husband a really lovely designer jumper and a handmade/crafted bicycle. It is made from wood. Hand carved. There is so much detail on it, peddles work and there is a minuscule horn and even a chain on the bike. The wheels go around too. The saddle is amazing. All the detail, even a rack on the back.

It was really deer, but this man has everything in the world and is a keen cyclist. We bought it on a stall that was totally made from hand crafted wood. It was to look like a log cabin. There were Chinese cats for luck hanging from the windowsills of the house and wooden chimes. There were huge elephants and giraffes also made from wood. Hand calved owls and teddy bears for the garden. Wooden benches to sit on and solid wooden tables. There were carved ducks too and walking sticks.

Everything was made from wood.

It was so beautiful. The bike we bought my friend was carefully put into a gift box. God knows what he will think about it, or what he will do with it, perhaps put it on his desk, but he is so hard to buy for, he likes reading, so we previously bought him online a book reading light. So with his jumper, he has some OK gifts. I wanted to by the dotted one one of the jumpers, but Hub and Olga, said not to. Came home and he loves the jumper and wished for one.

Oh well.

Oh and then we went into the chocolate shop... hahah.

Oh my God. We bought the shop.

Nothing left for anyone else. My friend Olga also brought a truck load from Russia too. So my poems about the elves, may find that the little people at the chocolate factory, will get lost and come here rather than up the road.

The funny thing is we went to find the place where we could get a card for 10% off shops, was as better as a chocolate fireguard. No shops accepted the card. Haha. Why give it out?

There was an ice rink there for Christmas and a huge play area. But I didn’t skate and Hub declined from playing in the ball pool. Hahaha.

Came home and now chilling.

Tomorrow, our town. Until then with love.

 

From Russia with love part 1

Hey my friends, hope you are well? So our friend made the train, as it was running late and it was about midnight when she arrived.

We had a sandwich, cup of tea, and a chat at our breakfast bar, as it was too cold to sit in the conservatory which is now lovingly our dining room too.

 It was great to see Olga. She never changes. I just don’t know how I get bigger each time we meet and she stays very slim.

This morning, we had breakfast and during our toast and Marmite, the doorbell went. It was our post man?

I opened the door, big smile and arms out as we are waiting for a delivery.

I stood there for a good few seconds.

Then I heard a cheeky laughing sound coming from our doorstep.

It was our electricion.

He told me he didn’t have a parcel for me.

We joked and he fixed our shower room light. We have not minded having no light for a year, but teen, sorry, the other person in our house did mind.

So at last it’s fixed.

I shall tell you the cheeky thing our electrition did when he did our loft insulation.

In another blog.

So we went to the bus stop and caught a bus within minutes.

After about half an hour, we got off and we had asked the driver to let us know when we were there. Well because we were with Olga, he could have pointed shown us, but no, he turned off the engine. Two miserable people in front of us moaned and tutted.

It was rather embarrassing, though so sweet. The driver got out of his bus and walked us across the road to show us where we should catch the next bus.

Bless him and bad vibes to the grumps on the bus, but that was not the only grump we had today, oh, no, you just wait until I tell you the next part to this? Unbelievable what is to come?

Anyway, the bus came after one minute and off we went to shop until we dropped. Everything was so easy after then, thanks to our friend’s eyes and Hubs plastic.

Later with part two. Xxx