THE CAGED NEIGHBOUR

After a lovely day, teen in the bath, Hub and I chilling in the conservatory and guess what we hear?

Drip drip, drip.

Oh yes, the bath is leaking. Oh my word. What will happen to this blooming house next? So I have in my kitchen two china display units. Above one is the bathroom sink. That leaked a few months ago, the other unit now where the bath is and the living room where the en suite is also has a mark on the ceiling where that leaked before Christmas.

We get one thing fixed and another thing breaks. This house has to be the most unlucky one I have ever lived in?

Teen found out today he should have been to college. Hmm. Well, he thought he was broke up last week for Easter, but no. A week too early.

Not that it would have made any difference to him. If it says jump, he asks how high. One day she will tell him to jump and he will and how hard he will come down and let’s hope on top of something a bit softer only in fabric and hair than the ground and let’s hope it hurts what he lands on.

I think my Husband has a tapeworm. He has just had a large tea and now eating cereal.

It’s that healthy stuff; you know that you have to ask the race horse to munch for you before you even attempt to eat it?

It’s so funny hearing him talking about it as he eats it? Hehehehhehe. Sounds like hard work for sure.

So I learned today that in fashion is bird cages. In the shop I went into there were birds in cages everywhere. In pictures canvases ornaments and even material. I liked it, but refrained from buying any birds. But I tell you what I did buy?

Two lamps and I was so tempted to get out of my friends car and wave them to my neighbour who can’t understand why we have lights in our house!

Hahahaha.

OK before I go a quick joke.

A cab driver reaches the pearly gates. St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book and tells him to pick up a gold staff and a silk robe and proceed into Heaven.

Next in line is a preacher. St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book, furrows his brow and says, "OK, we'll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff."

The preacher is shocked and replies, "But I am a man of the cloth. You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely I rate higher than a cabbie!"

St. Peter responds matter-of-factly, "This is Heaven and up here, we are interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed."

 

I think tomorrow we are ready for a serious debate, how about it? Talk later. X

BOTTLED WITH LOVE

Good day Bloggets. Wow today? You just never know what is around the corner, right? I woke up this morning and thought it would be a normal day of housework.

Oh no. My friend had a better idea. She saw a rug on a TV show, and then went to a Take that concert. Take that is a group in the UK. This rug is a postage stamp with the queen’s head in the middle just like the stamp and the price of the stamp on the top again.

He wanted £430 for it. It was second hand but had not been on the floor. He bought it for his new place then decided it didn’t look right in his house, so put it for sale.

His house was lovely my friend said he had lovely furniture. We learned he was a designer so fine detail was normal to him.

My friend didn’t buy it, but we then went to the shop nearby and spent four hours in there? Yep, in one shop. But we did have a light lunch in there too. We laughed and had a lovely time. I am sure she is the best person I have ever shopped with. Most people I have shopped with are rubbish, my brother in law is great, he and I love going out together, but I think my friend has the edge on him. She is hungry for describing and doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable about being shopping or taking my time to look about. Some people I have shopped with in the past, you can tell hate being in there so I used to go in and out within ten minutes, not us two. Oh no, it was a real girly day, something I have truly missed since my Hub and I got together. My x was a good shopper, but we never had any money, at the moment, we can spend. Still not sorted out how Hub will get to his next job yet so I’m making haste haha.

Oh it really has lifted my spirits up and I am grateful for her friendship.

What I bought, my Husband dislikes. I knew he would. Unless something costs silly money, my Husband doesn’t like it, but I like a bargain

It’s red hot today and I’m off again now to get some things from our local shop so let’s see how my little Waggatail does?

My Son came in half an hour ago but hasn’t spoken yet. Not sure why.

Just been talking with my friend from Russia. She’s coming over next month with the family. I can’t wait to see her Son who gave me away some years ago, for my wedding. He was only eight when I first met him and now all grown up with a wife and Son.

I’m really looking forward to seeing the family.

Oh a rare day for me. A good sunny one. Thank God. I’m happy today. God if only I could bottle this feeling?

Until later with love.

SMILE AT LAST

 Good day Bloggets. A very quiet day. The weather is nice today. My Husband talking with our friend who cuts our grass bless him. He’s a lovely guy and has a warm heart. I hope he never moves from here,  as a blind person, it’s so nice to know there is someone there, though I think since we have moved here apart from cutting our grass, we have asked him of one favour he has helped with and that was the canary. Irish you know? When the dogs knocked the cage over. So we don’t bother him, but we know he is genuine and will help if we need it.

It’s been a funny old day really. About to make tea. Nothing exciting. Sometimes I wonder why I write my blogs as really you must read them and think what the heck is that all about? If I have nothing I can write about, then I fear I may bore you but just want to write for the sake of being a voice or writing if you are on  your own and need to know I’m here.

I looked before and think I have found a beasty hotel for our girls if we are to holiday this year. It still depends on if Hub is able to sort out how he is getting to work.

When we looked at the place our dogs can go to, it wasn’t too deer and would mean they can all stay together. I will phone up tomorrow and ask about the accommodation.

I had a look at hotels. Oh when you can’t see, it’s a nightmare to holiday

You have to pay more for so many reasons.

Anyway the long and short of it, back to the scrap board as Hub said the holidays were all too deer.

I feel so trapped.

 Hub had a dreadful head ache today so I gave him one of my Fifi head massages. He loved it and said I should do this for a living.

It is something I wouldn’t mind doing actually, but I would have to have their hair washed before I did that. Yack?

Oh God, our bird has not stopped singing all day and the loudest he can possibly sing too. So loud it’s ear splitting.

OK, off to do some housework now. Hub making our tea now so feeling guilty about sitting here doing nothing but chit chatting. Before I go, some smiles, yes?

William and Mildred decided to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. William went to the front desk to check them in while Mildred stayed with the car. As he was leaving the lobby, a young woman dressed in a very short skirt introduced herself as Candie. William brushed her off.

When William and Mildred got to their room, he told her that he'd been approached by a prostitute.

"I don't believe you," laughed Mildred.

"I'll prove it," said William. He called down to the desk and asked for Candie to come to room 1217.

"Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open just enough to hear us."

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Candie walked in, swirling her hips provocatively. "So, I see you're interested after all," she said.

William asked, "How much do you charge?"

"$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services."

William was taken aback. "$125! I was thinking more in the range of $25."

Candie laughed. "You must really be an old-timer if you think you can buy sex for that price."

"Well," said William, "I guess we can't do business. Goodbye."

After she left, Mildred came out of the bathroom. "I just can't believe it."

William said, "Let's go have a drink and forget it.”

Back downstairs at the bar, the old couple sipped their cocktails.

Candie came up behind William, pointed at Mildred, and said, "See what you get for $25?"

 

 

Ted and Julie go to bed with each other for the first time.

Julie: "I should warn you, Ted -- I've got acute angina."

Ted: "Your breasts aren't bad either."

 

OK really scraping the barrel right? Ha. Sorry. Better tomorrow. I promise.

DEAREST MUM BY FIONA CUMMINGS

DEAREST MUM

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 Dearest Mum

How I miss you

I just want to tell you face to face how much I love you

I never got to say goodbye

You could fill the ocean with tears I cry

Because after all these years

I still need you

Painful rusty tears

Are crying to hear your voice

Just one more time please

I want to feel rejoiced

To have your arm around me in hard times

What did I do to deserve losing you

The most dreadful crimes?

Not that I know of

All I did to you was love

Then you were taken away

Today is Mother’s Day

And I’m left with a broken heart

Why did we have to part?

I really miss you Mum

I still laugh

But nothing will ever again be truly fun

I want to find you I need to run

You are out there

I want to hear your words of wisdom

I wish I could come home

To taste your dinners again

But I can’t and this leaves me in pain

To smell your baked cakes

To see your kind eyes

To know you love me unconditionally

I adore you completely

Oh Mum if only you knew how hard today is going to be

If only you could just come back to me

 I want to buy you a card

It’s all too hard

To hear about other Mums with their children

I wish I could buy you a mother’s day gift

Your favourite perfume

Something nice for your living room

Just to see that smile on your face

Please Mum make this all a nightmare

Come back as no one will ever take your place

I ache for you Mum

I love you with all of my heart today and every day

My soul is crushed has been since the day you went away

 

NO. NOT A PENIS?

Good evening Bloggets. A busy day and most enjoyable too. Thank God kept well busy though constant reminders it’s Mother’s Day in the UK tomorrow. Heart broken. Devastated. And most of all. Realisation.  My friend told me today that my Son will soon wake up and realise what he has done wrong when he is no longer blinded by love, as he started to tell me he was taking his Mum out tomorrow for lunch. My throat began to feel that dreadful lump you know the one when you just don’t want to cry in front of someone? Well, He of course asked what my Son was doing for me and I told him the story. I honestly thought this guy was going to break down and cry? That would have been a sight, as I would have started after him and what would we have looked like?

Soon after I told him the tale, he told me words he thought I would like to hear bless him. But I didn’t believe his words.

Today was helped though by keeping busy.

I went to the town with my Husband and after visiting a friend, we went to the hair dressers.

Long Chops was brilliant as she guided Hub and I made some attempt to follow with my white cane but must admit most of the time, holding onto Hubs jacket. But she found the door after the famous soap shop we like to frequent. Hub told her not today and she then knew it was the next door along. As I was beautified, haha. Hub bravely went around our town, calling in at the bank, the chemist and the weighing shop where he bought me some wonderful treats and himself some healthy cereal.

Whilst I was getting my hair washed, oh my word I was entertained by the knowledge of the girl who was washing my hair.

! Really, this was the conversation

Girl hair washer. “So, are you doing anything nice today?”

“Me. “I’m going out with my friend to view a new house”

Silence, now, could have said. “Oh are you thinking about moving?” Or, “oh that will be nice. I love new houses and the furnishings they put in the show houses!” But no. Just silence.

Then I asked her

“Are you out tonight?

“Dunn know!”

Right!

          O.

        K. Not? Me. “Do you have much time off this Easter?”

“Yeah

So she wasn’t programmed to say more than one sentence and one word. After that, her absolute concentration was for hair washing only. So I relaxed and let her do her stuff.

My hair dresser is great and really does a fab job, though so very deer.

We waited ages for the bus to come back home. Busses coming in and driving off. Was that our number? No. The next one came in and went. Then ours at last. Though our number normally pulls in at the same place, one time it may park up further along or before our stand, but so far we have been lucky and got the right one, but at the end of the day, among the noisy traffic, a bus is a bus and they all sound the same.

Then the awful time of trying to find a seat? I found one and Hub got one a few seats behind me. A lot of talk on the bus about what people were doing to celebrate Mother’s Day. At that point I was ready to get home.

That journey lasted longer than it should have.

I just wish I had my old boy back and wish my Son had his brain heart and soul out of the shadows of what is so wrong.

All morning I have been dizzy and so out of sorts. Disoriented too so thank God my Husband was able to get us back home safely as for me? I was rubbish.

Got in and my Waggatail jumped into my arms again as she always does when I have been out.

Gave the three of our dogs a treat, made a quick cup of tea and then I left Hub enjoying the sun in our front garden as I headed to my friend’s house and in her car we went.

We went to see a brand new housing estate. Why? Just to be nosey.

It was great. We saw two houses the first was far too small and second was so like the one I used to live in but the cost of it was absolutely ridiculous. They wanted for a four bedroomed house with three bathrooms and a double garage £550,000

Back where I used to live that would be sold for about £300,000

But in not far from where I live now in our town, there is a two bedroom apartment going for one million one hundred thousand.

This is Ludacris.

But I loved looking at the soft furnishings and the ornaments. Also it’s good to get ideas for the kitchen and bathroom for if I ever win the lottery, right?

My friend and I saw about three families come into the big house but we were still in there like a couple of silly little girls, as we loved the idea that there were clothes in the  robes, some beautiful things too. Oh the little knick knacks were stunning and lamps too were so unique. I said to my friend, you never can find such wonderful things. It was fun and I loved it.

Oh God wait till I tell you the next bit?

We went to the pet shop. You won’t believe what they were selling for dogs?

Come on, have a guess?

Wrong.

Ready for this answer?

Bulls Penis’s.

Good God. I almost was sick to think that my babies would eat that? And, my friend said she knew they were real, as one of them was all shrivelled up.

Hahahaha. Really?

 When I told my Husband about them he said they would make great party talking points?

“Oh, what’s that your dog is eating? Hhehehehehehe

Gross?

OK for now I will go. Take care my dear readers. X

GAY WEDDINGS?

Good evening Bloggets. My Son left the house tonight and won’t be back until Monday. His . . . of a girlfriend has booked a sleazy night in a hotel as that is what decent seventeen year olds do, right? Just proves what I already knew. Mother’s day Sunday will be a blast. Really looking forward to it. May go to town tomorrow, I have got cabin fever but been so busy working with Hub on his new job and how he will get there. As I have said before, most people who can see get in their car and off they go. Hub has to work his way around how he is going to pay over a hundred pounds per day to get to work and back.

It’s really cold dark and damp here in the North of England. I’m fed up now of the winter. We in the UK used to have four seasons. Now? Hmm. Not even sure we have three?

I brushed my old girl BB today, she is dropping to bits. You could stuff two cushions with her fur.

Hub kindly made my tea as I am not in the mood for eating.

I have been writing all day emails for Hub and helping him to file and phone.

My eye is still seeing white at the bottom, but not as painful as before.

When I was out with my friend the other day, I bought some curtains and bedding for the guest room that were in the half-price sale. They all match and Hub and I hung the curtains and put the bedding on the guest bed today. It looks lovely.

I hung a picture up and I’m sure it is right in the middle of the wall. How do I know? Hmm. Good question, I can only hope. Haha..

I bought an electric oil burner today. I think safer than a candle. I love it, it’s so effective. So I burned something my friend bought me, they look like chocolate buttons. They smell of coconut and a hint of vanilla in it too. Our lounge smells lovely and even disguises the smell from the beasty girls.

We were watching a program before about York Minster Cathedral. It’s really interesting. They were putting a new stone statue of Saint Peter. He will be one hundred and fifty foot into the air but Peter himself, will only is seven foot of that, so a hundred and forty three foot of whatever makes him so high. They said they had to make his legs from knees to feet much shorter than what they would be in real life, because of people looking up at him and him looking down at them. The old stone from the building and parts that were deteriorating got auctioned off and the smallest bit sold for £60 and some parts sold for one thousand four hundred pounds. For bits of stone?

Cathedrals have girl choristers now. When I was a child, only boys and men sang in Cathedral choirs. I have to say, I don’t like girl singers until they are adults. I love to hear boy singing in Churches/Cathedrals.

So if we go to town tomorrow, I will come back with stories I’m sure. It’s been so long since Hub and I went to town on our own, weeks, I am a bit anxious.

At midnight tonight, Gay people will be able to marry. What do you think about this? I personally have no problems with this. My in law and a member of my family are gay I also have a great friend who is gay, but I feel a bit odd about calling it marriage?

I think they should have some kind of ceremony and for sure they should have the same rights as a man and woman marrying, but to call it Married/marriage? Hmm. Just a bit strange to call it the same word I guess.

I think they should have another name. Only one in five people in the UK would say yes to an invitation to a gay wedding.

A priest on our news wants to marry his long term partner. If he does, he may lose his job as a priest. And so he should? Right? I mean, Nuns can’t marry either. Is that roll not to be married to God?

Oh it’s all a mess really, two people love each other. Want to be together for life, why change the rules/law? Why not just live together?

A lady also on our news heard today for the first time thanks to a revolutionary stem cell treatment.

Amazing. Can you imagine that? I mean I know to get sight for the first time, is really difficult, you have to learn what everything is. If you see a dog, you won’t recognise it as a dog. So if you hear a dog barking, you will have to learn what it is too?

How must that be to hear sounds for the first time in your life?

OK, Hub now having a turkey sandwich. I’m off to make a cup of tea. Until tomorrow but before then a joke.

Did you hear about the elephant who was always left out of things and thus felt irrelephant?

 

 

BATTLE WITH THE DEVIL BY FIONA CUMMINGS BOSS OF SIGHT PAY BACK

BATTLE WITH THE DEVIL (BOSS OF SIGHT 2)

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

So you stole from me my life

Sliced my sight with your knife

You want a battle?

My gloves are on

Is it me you want to rattle?

I am now strong

I know I will carry on

Yes my eyes don’t see

All the dirt in the streets and misery

And miserable faces staring back at me

In my mind

I know I’m blind

And your friends

Are so unkind

But you know something

I can sing

You haven’t stolen my voice

To sing I have a choice

I’ve heard you try to do a tune

Your witch’s cats come out like a sudden bloom

Fill your filthy room

With spray of hell

You hate this I can tell

You try to go in the other direction

OK, your evil fingers are blocking my view?

You look at your reflection

Who stairs back at you?

In my memory I’m still that young girl

 With hair of gold and eyes of blue

And you stole my vision but I have no lines

You committed murder

But I did no crimes

I haven’t aged since you cursed me

Look at yourself all bitter and twisted

Ticking off names that you have listed

Who is next for your devil potion

Not me

I’ve took precaution

You are nothing but a silent abortion

I’m not afraid anymore of my darkness

Your knives don’t scare me with their sharpness

I don’t feel the pain you wished for

You can knock but I won’t answer the door

I see more than you ever will

I know living; you only know how to kill

I keep giving, but to you I never will

 When you are dying, I won’t hand you the pill

Gasping for air

I shall stare

Then when you are long gone

I will carry on

Seeing the beautiful world

With my eyes of blue and my hair of gold

In my mind

All will be bold

The word blind

Is a word that’s been sold

No one is buying

Blindness is dying

We see more than you

And always will

Oh to fight you

Is such a thrill

 

BOSS OF SIGHT BY FIONA CUMMINGS

BOSS OF SIGHT

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

Who gave you the right?

To remove my sight?

Who, made you boss

You, decided the battle I would loss?

What did you gain

When you inflicted your pain?

Tell me did you laugh out loud

Or even feel proud?

Why me

Did you pick one out of a crowd?

I can’t see

Do you know what this means to me?

I no longer can look into my child’s eyes

No matter how wonderful I never get a surprise

I don’t see a friendly smile

I without chains can’t even walk a mile

I can’t drive a car

See a star

Enjoy the scenery

I live in misery

Hold my hand out in front of me

There’s nothing there

Family? Really? They don’t care

On my wedding day looked into the mirror to see my face

Death stared back at me wearing lace

How old do I look?

How good do I look?

I can’t pick up a book

Read a birthday card

 Enjoy a venue

Read a menu

I’m different to others

Like the weed among all flowers

So who gave you the powers?

Tell me please?

Are you able to reverse your cruelty

Is this beyond your duty?

I’m now on my knees

Begging you

Who stole my vision where are the thieves?

I know when it’s autumn but can’t see the leaves

Don’t know what a cloud looks like but feel a breaze

I sliced my wedding cake

Said it was beautiful

What a fake?

Am I bleeding?

In danger from the unseen snake?

Am I leading

Who’s following me?

Am I alone

Or being watched by you

I pick up the phone

Is it you on the other end?

No longer I can pretend

This blindness sucks

It’s close to madness

Cups full of sadness

 Kettles of boiling water

Jugs of milk

From cows gone to slaughter

When will I wake from the nightmare you have created

Just open my windows and I will be elated

Let in the sunshine

All will be fine

I will forgive your spell

This sentence in hell

Set me free

Just please, let me see?

THE WINDMILL OF LIFE

Good day to you all Bloggets. How are you today? Here again it’s raining cats and dogs. My Son just in from a driving lesson. He did well I’m glad he enjoyed it. Hub working on the phone to the world. He doesn’t officially leave his post until Monday, so although he doesn’t have a laptop or desk top, he still has his land line, until Monday, so has two very long conference calls today. Oh bless him; he is so amazing, so clever. I really hope this new life will be challenging in a good way for him, he is so excited about starting. I am seeing a real light in his heart. This is great.

I have been out with my friend we went to post the poem I wrote for a gentleman’s friends christening which is at the weekend. After posting that, we did coffee. Time flies when I’m out with Di.

We made a visit to pets at home. Bought some treats for our beastie girls and a toy that talks when rolled along the floor. Hahaha. How long before it will drive us crazy? I like Pet’s at home because my friend wanted a fish and they wouldn’t sell her it because she didn’t have something called “tap safe” in her tank? She was told she had to have it in for a day before they would sell her a fish. This is a responsible company, right?

It was a nice morning though.

She’s so lovely and so very kind.

I really wanted to go to her daughter’s play last night, but I had more emails to write for my Husband and another call to sort out. Today helped him a little bit but I think my work is over for the day, oh, no, just remembered. Later tonight, he has another call. So I will look up numbers and codes for him for that.

Tomorrow he is doing a blindfold walk. He won’t be blind folded, but the councillor who he is showing around will be. It’s something to do with path safety. You know the A boards that advertise? Well, they really are a pain for blind people so he will be showing her with some other people and members from the press, how much easier our lives would be if not for those boards. Let’s see if it will make any difference?

I just hope whilst walking, Hubs guide dog doesn’t decide to shame herself and pollute the streets? Hahaha.

I feel drained today. Just with still not really knowing what way our lives are going? It’s all the unknowing.

If Hub could see, he would get in his car. Pay his petrol of about £20 per day and that’s life. But because he can’t there is no public transport where his place of work is, it’s about £100 to £125 per day by taxi.

This is more than what he will earn. Crazy?  I just hope we can some how sort out something?

He has had another offer of a job in America. Who knows where we will end up but I pray here with the job he has been offered.

Good news is my orange eye is fading and now only a small mark. I still have the horrible white fog around it though. Also it still is rather uncomfortable.

OK with the rain outside and the cold wind, I feel like curling up next to my coal fire on the thick cosy rug.

Only problem is, I don’t have a coal fire or a thick rug. Haha. But I have an imagination, right?

OK, a joke before I go

Q: What did the windmill say when she met her favourite movie star?
A: "Nice to meet you. I'm a BIG FAN!"

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GETTING TO WORK

Oh what a day? We have just found out that it will cost £600 per week for my husband to get to work and back. A nightmare or what? In a car it would be about £80 a week, but if you can’t see to drive, you are stuffed.

So all day been phoning around taxi companies to get the best price. Also as he has no equipment now, so his software for his lap top that he no longer has by the way haha. Costs £800 just for the software to go onto the computer to make it talk, then there is the lap top to buy and more. So by the time you add that up, no wonder people think it is easier to go on benefits? Once it is all in place, then he will be the best person for the job for sure, so a few hours or days or could be weeks of this kind of searching, and then we should be OK.

I’m off now with my friend to buy a frame for the poem for the Christening this weekend.

It’s raining here. Teen out but home for tea. We are having roast potatoes carrots and chicken. Well the boys are. Me? Hmm.

  Hub and I had a discussion as peeling carrots. He was wanting to put the tops in the dog’s dish. Oh I told him off as even when I used to feed next doors rabbits, I used to peel and cut the tops of for them. I told Hub he said that was crazy I then told him that he wouldn’t like to eat carrot tops? He answered

“No. I’m not a bloody rabbit.” Hahahhahhaah

Not sure what colour my eye is today? I know it hurts though. It’s like a needle is going through it.

OK, out now then back to do more work for Hub. I am his secretary now as writing lots of letters and so on.

OK until later with love. And before I go a joke.

In the Bible, the King Boaz married the lovely Moabite woman, Ruth, to help unite his Kingdom. What was he before he did this?

Answer: He was "Ruthless"

PUNCHED BY A JAFFA

A really difficult day for my Husband today. Oh boy we did cry. He came home from his office and they had given him a lovely gift of vouchers for Hubs favourite shop. John Lewis. Also the best gift made him a book. A tactile book with two aeroplanes on the front cover with Hubs name on it with a star for one of the letters. The book was full of Braille notes from colleagues. Hub was in tears as he read them to me. He couldn’t read them at work in the office too upsetting. Too emotional. He had phone calls from the chief executive and more people and about ten people came to say goodbye. Oh some of the messages were so touching. My Husband was in disbelief, just what people thought of him. He is a saint in my eyes. This was the biggest step he has ever dared to take and he has taken some pretty huge steps, as especially since we were reunited some years ago.

I just can’t believe how upset I feel? This is crazy, right? This is what we want, right?

I guess we are in a new zone and we don’t know what it will bring. This is the grown up world we are living in. I do believe that when you can’t see, you need help support and parents to tell you you will be alright?

We need our Mums.

People are saying that his new role will not be demanding enough, well, I know my Husband and he won’t help himself by putting him right in the thick of it and he will wake up his new colleagues.

I hope he will be OK?

I also hope my poor brother in laws new wife, so my sister in law. Tonight we received the news that she has breast cancer. Only a couple of weeks ago, we were at their wedding. See what I mean? We just have constant worries. My poor in-laws. She is a beautiful lady and I pray that all will be OK?

For my eye. Hmm. My Son said I look like I have been punched. Remember the orange dye the Dr Put in? Well the dye she said would last two hours? Yesterday?

Em?

24 hours later, guess what? I’ve been tangoed

I told my boy if I have been punched, it’s by a huge Jaffa orange.

Its really really cold here so off to bed soon to get toasty warm. Love you sleep well. X

 

FROM A VERY PROUD WIFE

 Good day Bloggets. Today it’s wet dull and cool, but in my heart it’s not too cloudy.

Hub and I were up at ridiculous time to see him off for his last day at his present job. Armed with a very heavy suit case with all of his equipment in to take back to his main office in Peterborough.

I must say it was rather odd but this whole year so far has been rather strange. From the 8^th of January, when I wrote about feeling really peaceful and not sad for the first time on the anniversary of my Mums death, to now. I knew then something major was going to happen I also knew we couldn’t go on in the way we were. Well, I, couldn’t for sure.

My Husband took the leap of life and decided to leave his position as Head of International development at the RNIB UK.

Crazy? Only time will tell. Closing down all of his lines at work has been really difficult for him and I cannot believe how hard it has hit me too! This is mad, right? As his job meant he was never home for most of the weekends. As for days and nights through the week, off to South Africa, Germany, Japan Norway, France, America, Canada, and India and so on. Some people would say this was great? No. Let me tell you, as a blind person, not so great, yes he has fond memories of the elephant park in SA, but this was rare. His typical journey of late has been getting up at about five in the morning. Taxi to the train station. After a three hour train, the London tube for an hour. Then the dreaded airport. Heathrow is the worst as a blind person to travel into and out of.

Sometimes in transit for up to 13 hours. After waiting at the airport for at least another two hours and then taxi at the other end.

Straight to his hotel for meetings after meetings from breakfast meetings to evening meals. There is no time to relax, as when I travelled with my Husband to Oslo, though the evening meal was not always a meeting, he was bombarded with question after question. You could never relax. Always on your guard.

It could be eleven in the evening by the time he would be back to his room. He could quite easily go to a country and never see the outside if the meetings were in a hotel where he was staying, then back to the airport to begin the journey home again only to be home enough time to change shirts, plugs itinerary’s and pack again to be off the next day.

Sometimes he travelled on his own and I was ill with stress about where he was, was he safe and so on.

Sometimes because of time difference, he would be getting up when I was going to bed or worse, I would be going to bed when it was lunch time where he was, so I couldn’t sleep. 

His nerves were shot too as to travel blind was a nightmare.

But I saw him at work I witnessed the passion and pride he held with his job.

He worked hard to get there too. After studying hard at a privileged school, going onto University in the days before equal rights and accessibility was on the cards too and having to find his way around an enormous campus at University without any help from his family or authorities, he beat the system and did it. Graduating from University with 3 degrees and the highest qualifications in business.

I could write forever what he has achieved at his place of work for blind people. The list is never ending, but I won’t exhaust you with facts and figures.

The only two facts is now, one, I am extremely honoured to not only know my Husband as the hero he is but to wear his wedding ring and two, after worrying ourselves sick about our financial status we have landed ourselves in over this move from his job, I can tell you he was offered a management job today.

After filling in CV’s, application form after application forms, he has been for two very difficult interviews and from 74, to 6 and then he was selected for his second interview down to four then one.

We are both in total shock.

This roll is half of what he was earning before and there will be challenges as there is for a blind person in any job, but I know he will turn around where he will be working and make it the amazing success just as he did where he has been working for the past twenty two years.

So today he leaves the good old RNIB and providing everything fits in place, he will start his new job in a month.

With love from a very proud wife.

X

FI WITH THE ORANGE EYE

Good evening. I went to the shops with my friend Di for a yard brush and came out with the brush, a picture and a plant pot, oh, and a bag of mints. Haha. Oh, and, a solar powered lily. All, from one shop! Good old Wilkinson’s.

We left my Husband in PC world terrifying the staff as they were to show a blind man a lap top and television. Of course he didn’t buy them, just wanted to look for the future as his things have to go back tomorrow, the lap top, not the telly. Our TV is on it’s way out. Then straight home collected the dogs and off to the Doctors.

It was freezing cold going and starting to get dusk.

Oh my God when we got into the reception, there was the worst man in there. Right in front of everyone, including a little boy, he was swearing to his wife x or girlfriend. Using the worst words possible.

He was right in her face and getting angrier by the second.

It was just awful. I was sure he was going to punch her. She just sat there poor thing, I could tell she was so embarrassed by him.

I kind of hoped the receptionist would make him leave? It was shocking language in front of the little boy and the other patients

He was shouting so loudly too, not even trying to hide his lack of the English language.

I swear if they were behind closed doors, he would have hit her.

In the meanwhile, the toddler was running around and the poor young mother was getting more irate with the child as he wouldn’t sit still.

I felt for her and thought that is practice honey for when they become perfectly naughty in their teens.

Then my name was called. It was the nice lady Doctor.

I showed her my lump in my eye and she said it will go within a year. I told her I had it for five years. She said

“Oh, well give it a bit more time to settle, the white mark you are seeing will go and the lump may stay but if it doesn’t hurt you, then just leave it alone. Then she put some orange die into my eye. Telling me it would leave an orange mark.

Just for a few hours.

She gave me kind of the all clear for my eye though I would rather she had told me it was OK, but she could remove it with magic cream?

Then for the mole I am worried about on my arm?

Hmm. She said it’s OK. I asked could it turn into cancer. She said yes, but it’s not right now. Forgive my ignorance, but if they had removed it, would that not mean I wouldn’t in the future be at risk for it to turn cancerous?

May be not, I’m not an expert but my friend Olga is and she said it should be removed.

So I came out of there happy I saw the Doctor and not the cleaner. We decided to go to our restaurant and we have only been once this year so it was a treat.

Sitting in there, I suddenly realised, I had an orange eye.

Oh

Oops

Never mind. I phoned teen to tell him to come there rather than home. His phone was off. I text him too and left a voice message.

After about one hour I was thinking he was staying over longer at college.

Wrong. My friend phoned saying my Teen had turned up at hers after being at the Doctors looking for me, then walking around trying to find me thinking I was lost. Haha. Then starving poor lad he bought four slices of pizza as that is all he had money for. He ate it on the cold streets he said like a homeless person and I think he got a little fed up and I don’t blame him, but when my friend told him I was at the restaurant, he came in I told him to sit and we would get him a meal, but he just wanted to go home he was cold bless him and tired.

Hub gave him the keys and not long after then, we returned home in the dark and this is when I wondered if the traffic would slow down with my orange eye, waiting for the light to turn red? Haha.

So what is wrong with my eye? I have a cyst oh but it has the word bone in it too. What does this mean? Not sure. What should I do about it? Not sure apart from wait a year to see if it goes.

And some good news too. I have been asked to write another poem this time the person needs it framed. I’ve never done that before, so I hope I can for fill his wishes?

Until tomorrow, I have my friend Arty coming so we will walk the dogs and I shall tell you about my Husbands day too. Later gators. X

WAITING FOR THE NEWS

Good morning Bloggets. I hopefully will be able to let you all know about my Husbands job interview tomorrow. For sure within the next couple of days we will hear. It’s the waiting that kills you isn’t it? Tomorrow will be a hard day for him as he is to take all of his equipment back to his place of work. The place he has been working for 22 years. A huge leap for him leaving his job. A brave some would say crazy move. He has put so much into his job and I don’t even think he knew or realised just how much until he has had to close down so many groups and organisations he is involved in. He was president of one company and Chair of others and head of Braille so I think it will hit him hard tomorrow, as he is so passionate in what he has done and put 100% into his job, It’s kind of been his life since he was in his early twenties and he has had huge pressure from board members to stay on the panel of whatever he has been involved with. He is worried that perhaps the groups will get into trouble, he is like the Daddy of the companies, but there comes a time when Daddy has to hand over the business to the Son or daughter. Right?

 If not for his health, and for sure my nerves.

I lay in bed last night, thinking

“This is all too weird. Here I am, this just feels odd. I want to pack and I’m wondering wherever he is off to next, what will the tempriture be like? Will he need short sleeves, long? A waterproof coat? A warm winter coat or just a light jacket? Boots or shoes? Sandles? Casual clothing only, a bit of casual and dress? Will he need a couple of suits and how many ties?

What plug will he need this time?”

Then I remind myself that we don’t need to think like that anymore. But then I panic, thinking that I have got it all wrong and I don’t need to think does he know the time difference? Does he have his phone charger and itinerary? His Braille reference of his hotel stays and so on? It’s like having a huge department store and closing it down on your own and opening a market stall. Do you know what I mean?

This job affected all of our lives, my son never knew if Hub was going to be around, to help with any questions to do with his college work, and used to be school work? He didn’t know if something went wrong with his technology, if Hub would be there? He never knew when he went out, if Hub would be there when he returned?

I didn’t always know from day to day.

We never could plan anything for the future as far as two weeks.

As for two months? Forget it.

It’s like a big car crash and we have to put the bits together. Emotionally it’s just weird. It’s not like we are just fitting in everything nicely, there is far too much to do before we can sit back and say

“Few!”

This is why we really needed a holiday this Easter, but that isn’t going to happen now sadly. I really really needed a break. My head is all over the place. Financially if Hub doesn’t get this job we are stuffed and even if he gets it, our wages is half, I don’t care about that, it will be enough to keep the house. If he doesn’t get it, we will have to perhaps take up the offer abroad we have.

And that really scares me.

We know our way around here, even if it is incredibly limited.

We also have our new friends here now too. One of them I am going out with this afternoon.

What to do? Get my nails manicured? Hair done? Buy some flowers? Haha. No, not quite, but to buy a garden patio brush.

Oh yes Bloggets, your Fifi knows how to live it up.

Today at Teens College he will find out his destiny. He went to do work on his lap top the other day, Saturday and his drive from college has gone missing. An entire year of work. If it’s not backed up at college, he will not be able to do his course.

Today is my old BB’s birthday. Bless her she is 12 today. She had her treat before a large chew and later we will let herplay with a toy on her own so she doesn’t get knocked over by the other two brutes.

Hub said when he let them out to pollute the run today, there was ice on the fence, but it’s warm and sunny now.

Well I’m off to do some house work and then I shall get ready to go out with my friend Di then Hub and I off to the Doctors to see about the lump in my eye. I’m scared dot com about that. X

I LOVE APRIL BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I LOVE APRIL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Daffodils so yellow

 The rain patters on my window

Singing the April song

A concert is lasting all day long

Then the audience applause

I can hear through closed doors

It’s really grey

But the sun is coming through

Allowing the sun to have its say

Sky’s now are blue

Watch the moving clouds

Slowly disappearing crowds

The birds sing

Choirs for spring

The silence after the rain

So I can hear the fluttering of the feathered wing

Here we are again

Another season

One more reason

To feel alive

One more year we all survived

To tell another tale

I really love April

SUNDAY CASE

Good morning, My Husband has just cleaned the gunge out of the filter in our dish washer. Haha. Not a nice job. Today is raining again, and it’s really cold. One good thing is we have tidied up the garage quite a bit by moving all the summer furniture out of there into the garden.

We put it away for the winter but you can’t get into the garage. So I’m hoping for some lovely weather soon. Please? Tomorrow seeing the Doctor about my eye. I will let you know what she or he said about it. I am rather scared.

Just reading a message on a group I’m in about a lady who says she loves bedtime because she feels like when she is in her bed, she’ s not going to bump into anything, she’s not a Burdon to anyone and she can close her eyes and not be in fear of not being able to see. Oh this is so sad, isn’t it? For her to feel all of this through the day, no one should make anyone feel like that, should they? No one, including yourself should feel  that way but we do.

Bless her heart though; at least she feels some peace at some time.

OK, my Husband is going crazy with the dogs, so a big Vacuuming job to do now. Thanks for that Hub. Haha. They love it. He’s wild with them though and even old Black beauty gets herself all excited.

So Sunday, what does that mean to you? For my Husband and me we hate Sundays as it used to mean getting ready for boarding school. Sunday lunch with our families is great, but we knew after then, we would have to get out our whatever form of packing, in my Husbands case, pardon the pun, it was a huge trunk as when he went away, it was for six weeks.

Oh I hated those days. They for sure screw you up for the rest of your life.

But now a new chapter as I keep saying so stay with me and we shall turn the pages together and see where we all end up. Until later dearest Bloggets. X

 

VOICE FROM THE PAST

It’s night time, almost close to the pumpkin hour. My boy just rang me so I can relax. Hub and I are on line to various groups we are involved with. I love talking to people all over the world. The net is a wonderful thing. Technology is also so good for us who can’t see. If I could advice anyone who thinks their sight may deteriorate in the future, please do two things, one, learn how to touch type and if you can learn basic Braille, you will be OK in life, I promise. If you are typing then put a blind fold over your eyes so you can’t cheat.

Outside our conservatory now we have the bikers from hell. Really, every night at this time, and about two in the morning, our avenue of all sorts is interrupted by bikers, speeding along the leafy roads with their roaring engines, spoiling the peace of our area.

My Husband is fascinated by our Transvestite we have in our avenue. Hahaha. My friend told me of his hers outfit the other day. A mini skirt and top with high heels and a long blonde wig with a rough rugged face. Oh I’m dying to meet with him her. My Son is too, he is all for people doing whatever they wish where as his best friend who lives next door to this person, hates him her, my Son is the opposite and thinks it’s disgusting that people are thinking he is weird.

When we have our BBQ’s this year, I hope he she comes? I love diversity.

I finished my novel for my Husband to check, so tomorrow I shall let you know how it went with inspector English.

A sad thing happened today, you may remember a lovely girl I know from a group I’m admin of lost her fiancé? Well, today on skype the oddest thing. His name came up as he was on line? Well he can’t be. Also there was a message from him from two months ago too. I heard his voice for the first time. It made me so sad, like talking to a ghost. I felt so bad. I possibly shouldn’t have opened the message, but I feel like I needed to say goodbye to him, as I really really feel for him and his family as he was in his thirties for God sake and had his lovely girl he was to marry this year. He had an amazing voice which made it sound so much more sad.

Whenever I heard my Mum and Dads voice from my first wedding video, it was too cruel. I don’t know if I can even do that again, not that I have my wedding video or the machine to play it? My Son has it now. I really hope he has it safe? I think my x has one too? I wonder if my x ever looks at it as he loved my parents and they loved him too. He was their Son as my Brother forgot that he had parents sadly.

I still think of my brother a lot in fact there is not a day goes by when I don’t think about him. I do miss him, but I think I miss my brother from when he was a child. I also think about my Niece a lot too. The other day would be her birthday and she will be in her thirties now. The only family I am in contact with is my lovely mad aunt.

I must phone her this week. Really she wouldn’t really bother phoning me. Haha. Unless it’s one of our birthdays. She was very kind to my boy when it was his birthday, as was my x in the end; teen did really well from him.

OK so tomorrow is another day. What will happen?

I wish I could wake up with some sight, and plan a holiday with my Husband and Son? I wish we were taking a taxi to visit my parents for Sunday dinner like I used to when they were alive? Oh I miss them so very much. It would be great, if we just went to bed as we do then wake up and find out all these years have not happened? My Mum and Dad hadn’t died and I could still see? I guess this is a new chapter in life and we must turn our own pages.

I had my guide dog Waggatail on my knee tonight; oh she is so cute and tiny too. Dogs are so adorable? They do whatever you wish for them to do. They let you cuddle them and play whenever you are ready to play too. They are just always there. I have three dogs, really hard but so beautiful and loyal. Dogs never let you down, OK; let’s forget when mine got me lost the other night? It was as much my fault as hers.

I shall say nighty night for now and come back for a chat tomorrow. Love and hugs from the Fifi Blogget household. X

 

THE RUSSIAN WEARING THE TASH

Hi my dear Bloggets. This morning it was stunning like every morning here. Hot sunny. Then came the rain, like every day this week. I have been so blooming lazy today, cleaning the dog run and not much more. I thought I had finished my novel but my Husband said it was not long enough. So I have been trying all afternoon to think of what else to write? I don’t like thinking about what I write you know that, so today was a challenge.

I am going to try to publish it on Amazon first see how I go? When I do I shall let you know more details.

My Son away tonight and most of tomorrow. He tried to do some homework before he left but the very worrying news is, the drive is missing from his college work, so a bit of a nightmare if a year of work has gone? Of course Hub and I have been asking him to copy copy copy for the year? Has he? Nope!

I spoke to him to see if he had arrived there safely. As he is in the car with a seventeen year old who has just passed her test last week. Thank God he was OK.

He has a great driving instructor for himself, but I think that instructor may change soon, this is one of many reasons I didn’t buy him a load of lessons, as I knew this would happen.

Shame he is doing so well too.

Temperatures are 3 degrees tonight and tomorrow minus 1? Oh the poor baby birds?

Waiting to find out if my Husband was successful at his job interview is just too painful. The stress is awful.

Tonight is our program the voice and we like that apart from that show; I doubt there will be anything on. We in the UK used to have the best Television in the world only three or four channels, but quality rather than quantity. Now we have hundreds of channels and full of absolute rubbish.

I remembered to water my poor neglected plants today, haha. I kill them for fun. I felt ashamed if my neighbours saw me through the window as they would laugh thinking

“It’s not watering they need love, it’s the bin!”

  Tomorrow if I can stand the cold as forecasted, I will wash my back windows. Our blooming window cleaner didn’t come again.

I spoke with my friend Olga from Russia today. I expressed worry about whether or not she is still coming over in May? You know with all of the bother over there right now? Will she be allowed? She says she will as its business and political affairs that will be affected.

I know what she means, it’s not the normal Russian people who are causing the trouble it’s the dictator of a President who needs to wear the moustache.

 OK on that note, I shall go. Talk to you all later. Hugs. X