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Friday 28 November 2014

HISTORY WILL BE RETINITIS PIGMENTOSA BY FIONA CUMMINGS


History will be Retinitis Pigmentosa

By Fiona Cummings

 

I look a head

The journey I dread

Will I get to the top?

Once I start I won’t be able to stop

It’s daunting

The silence is haunting

No voices I can hear

No wheel I can hold and steer

I’m on my own

In this winter zone

Echoes from the song bird

Breezes blowing branches is all that can be heard

One step forward

Two back

I must get to my goal

Before it turns black

Snowy

Slippery

Ground beneath me

Am I mad?

What is going to happen to me?

But it’s what I have to do

Footprints in the now spoiled carpet

You should hear my heartbeat

This is a challenge

A chew

My gloves are frozen

Stuck to the bitter bark

But this must be achieved

Before it’s too dark

No time to cry or grieve

As I take in the beauty from the Lark

He’s OK

He can fly away

I may be here to stay

If I fail

Who will save me?

Death will prevail

It will be my destiny

But I didn’t start this journey to quit

I’m in it to win it

One huge and precarious step to my goal

With only company from my soul

Placing the pole

Finding my feet

I won’t accept defeat

I won’t finish my journey until it’s complete

Don’t look down

No time to wear your frown

Just look to the sky

Don’t ask how when or why

Just know you are getting closer

Soon very soon

Then you will be a hero

You will have touched hearts and the moon

Your limits are endless

You will beat blindness

Because you can do this

You will be helped by a golden hand

A kind heart will love you

A kind ear will understand

You will be guided to the right path

You will be given a map

Together we will meet one day

And all our sorrows will go away

Because this mountain is possible

Though to climb it is horrible

But if you stop and think for a minute

How much so far you have accomplished

Then with a positive smile

Congratulate yourself don’t punish

Come on we are on the last mile

I can see the top of the trek

We are so small in this universe

Just a speck

But we have strength

We can do this together

And the land on the top will be our life forever

History will be Retinitis Pigmentosa

 

 

Copy Right Fiona Cummings 2014

Thursday 27 November 2014

DIARY

 
 Hi Bloggets. I have been busy of late, doing what? Not enough to be honest. My friend is coming in 24 hours and I have to still, sort out her bedroom. I should have done it through the week, I planned to, but then life took over.

 

It’s through the night, two in the morning. I am writing this as quickly as possible, as I know soon I will fall asleep. So words will have to hurry out before then.

 

My eyes are like lead balloons.

 

My throat is hurting I just hope I’m not in for some bad cold?

 

Yesterday now, my boy went out and came in about one this morning. So I hope he will be up for college in a few hours? He is doing really well there right now, he tells me… I’m proud of him if this is so. We haven’t learned of his maths results yet, won’t till January.

 

Again, yesterday, as it’s a.m. now. I went out with Arty. Took Wagga to the field. Oh gosh, it was wet. Raining and so muddy. Wagga enjoyed it though and it was good for her.

 

My friend came back and we talked and talked. She’s a lovely lady.

 

The day before after working in the morning, I went out with my fab friend Geordie. We went for coffee and talked again for three hours without taking a breath…

 

She told me loads about University for our Son.  There is so much to take in. So much to learn about before he will even go.

 

This weekend will be fun as our friend Julie is coming to stay. Sunday we will go shopping I hope? Just our town, but things I urgently need that we would really really struggle finding. Bless her, she doesn’t know yet? I really feel bad about asking her, but I’m sure she won’t mind and it is only two things we need. I hate putting onto people, most things we have bought for Christmas, but one or two things, I can’t order on line.

 

All our tickets are booked to visit friends and family over the next few weeks. School friends next weekend, Hubs family weekend after then, and just before Christmas, we are going to see my brother and the rest of my family.

 

My poor Son is working full time every weekend. Even Sundays. Oh he is really sick of his job. I don’t blame him. It’s not far from hell for jobs, though it’s good money for a lad of his age.

 

We have been working out how much he will need for University. It’s a fortune. About £14,000 per year, for three years.

 

But after he completes the three years, if, and I stress if, he is lucky enough to get a good job, he will soon earn it back.

 

Outside is raining, the night is silent but for the raindrops against my window. No cars, big Lorries going by and no sounds from the monkeys from the local zoo.

 

Or is that children from our local infant school?

 

Well, when Wagga and I pass by going to our shops, they climb on the fences like monkeys, hence their names.

 

Oh, my friend Arty told me my Christmas tree looked lovely yesterday. Wow, for her to say so, as she is very creative, was fantastic to hear. Not a bad job for a blindie?

 

Hub says at work, the office are putting up their tree soon and they are putting dog toys under the tree for the dogs in training to play with in the office. How cute?

 

OK, must go now to catch up on my beauty sleep!

May be in bed for a while? Haha haha. Xxx

THE FOREVER SKY BY FIONA CUMMINGS



BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

It’s dark out there

The silver stars float without a care

A golden moon

Like a lonely flower in bloom

Inky blankets

And clouds which compliments

All just getting along

So pure and nothing’s wrong

The sky at night

Is so vast so right

During the day filled with birds and sun

In the distance I see a kite

So much fun

Cristal raindrops, fall from there

Kindly allowing us all to share

 Cotton clouds swimming by

Seagulls and sparrows fly

I love the sky

Some ask why?

It’s full of life

Nothing up there will die

It’s the ground where we fall

But the sky so high

So pure

When I leave this earth

It’s there I want to go

For sure

Shimmering wings will be my form of transport

During the day I will sit upon a fluffy cloud

Angels for teachers, lessons I’ll be taught

Navy nights,

Stars for lights

Air is fresh

Lungs so clear

No worries, without any fears

Smiling no tears

Around the globe

So much hope

Looking down

To the ground

Where I did roam

And called my home

But felt so alone

Though crowded pathways

Full and hectic days

Walking forward through the maize

Until I fell

And left that hell

And found my heaven

On cloud seven

And here I shall remain

From now on

Nothing will ever stay the same

My life will go on

A forever song

With lyrics so full of love

Here I fly

So incredibly high

In a land I call above

Where cherubs are born

From dusk till dawn

And cupid fires his arrow

His target being the rainbow

Colours so beautiful

Angels so dutiful

Just wanting to please

And fairies waving wands

They playfully tease

This land above

Is full of love

Where free is the dove

There are no enemies

 We’re all friends

Happy memories,

It never ends

This peaceful place

My happy face

Freedom from the pain

Where all my past sadness

Will be washed away by the rain

No more madness

Just abundance of wonders

Some days it snows

Others it thunders

But we have all learned

By earths blunders

Fingers burned

And that was then

Our contracts are signed

With the golden pen

We will never go back there again

No clocks chime

As hours, don’t matter

There’s no crime

Oar red letter

No nasty views

Or sad news

We are free

All agree?

 

 

CopyRight Fiona Cummings 2014

Wednesday 26 November 2014

HAPPY THANKSGIVING


Happy Thanksgiving to our friends who celebrate it. I didn’t know this until today, but in America, the President in addition to issuing a proclamation, will pardon a turkey, which spares the birds life and insures that it will spend the duration of its life roaming freely on farmland.

 

I just wondered how much in price, turkeys differ across the globe? In the UK now it’s about £22 for a turkey for about five people. This is a frozen turkey, for fresh much more expensive.

 

For me I eat a vegetarian turkey, no, this isn’t a turkey brought up on corn, but a quorn turkey. I don’t even want to think where my quorn came from, but I only eat it in winter/Christmas and I have a better conscience doing that than eating a real creature.

 

I heard on the news that there was bird flu starting again, so who knows this year may be a lot more people will be joining me with the quorn?

 

I just hope there is peace in the US now? Last night the news wasn’t good. I completely understand the anger, but to steal and set fire to cars? It’s so wrong as as its wrong in my opinion to hear that the Policeman who shot dead the lad, the cause of the latest riots, came out and said if he had to do it again, he wouldn’t change anything. Really, how insensitive? Could he not just be grateful that he has got off and kept his mouth shut?

 

That was not a helpful comment and I’m sure wouldn’t have helped the grieving family. I just don’t understand why he didn’t aim to stop him from running away? Why shoot to kill? I blooming hate guns, knives and anything which causes pain or deaths. I really do wonder if we are living in hell right now? The world is going mad. Just in England, men have been arrested as their plans were to behead someone in the streets of the UK. I mean what sick people. No God anywhere would approve of such evil. A devil perhaps? So let’s hope those who do kill, are prepared to meet with their destiny?

 

I just wish we could be sent raindrops of peaceful pills? How wonderful this world would be if only we appreciated what we have? Even those who have little, still have a pain free morning to wake up to if for no war? Those who don’t have a comfortable bed to sleep in at nights, could sleep with the knowledge that they will be at least safe? I mean, we have two options, one to live in peace, or two to see grim shredded limbs and hear of depressing threats every day.

 

You would think it’s a none brainer? The choice is ours. Just end the hatred? Why not? Just try? I love to understand minds, but the minds of killers I don’t get, unless the person who has been killed is pure evil and there is no hope for them. Then to end their life would save others. But to kill for the sake of killing is ludicrous.

 

OK, now I’m a little calmer, as I didn’t intend this blog to be heavy, I shall lighten it up a little. After reading what I have for you at the end of here, perhaps you will wish I had stayed serious? Hahaha.

Really, these are some thanksgiving jokes and they are dreadful… Though I did semi smile. But warning, they don’t leave you wanting more. Anyway whatever you are doing today, this week, have a good happy safe one.

 Q: What happened when the turkey got into a fight? A: He got the stuffing knocked out of him!

 

Q: Why did they let the turkey join the band? A: Because he had the drumsticks

 

Q: What's the key to a great Thanksgiving dinner? A: The tur key

 

Q: What does Dracula call Thanksgiving? A: Fangs-giving. Q: What would you get if you crossed a turkey with an evil spirit? A: poultry Geist!

 

 

Q: What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter? A: Pumpkin pi.

Dear Turkeys don't worry... they only love us for our breasts too.

Sincerely, women.

Tuesday 25 November 2014

MISSING YOU BY FIONA CUMMINGS


MISSING YOU

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I miss you so much

  Empty without you by my side

Just ache for your touch

My sadness I’m trying to hide

I just need your kisses

I would give anything to have these wishes

One to have you near me at all times

Two to hear your words to me which are so kind

Three to be able to glance into your eyes

Oh just to love you brings me alive

Four to tell you how I feel

 Spending our lives together would be number five

What a great deal

If this would come true

Because I can’t imagine loving anyone but you

These words are so true

I’m missing you

 

 

Copy right Fiona Cummings 2014

TECH DOGS AND MORE


 Good day Bloggets. Today is a cold day in the north of the UK. As I lay in bed this morning, I could hear the icy tires driving by. Under my warm duvet I popped out one arm. Heck, it quickly went back in the covers. Then I braved it again to reach for my mobile phone and text my heating system. It’s great, I love that facility. How far have we come how advanced for visually impaired people is technology now?

 

I mean, I can text by my memory and software on my phone. My Husband has an IPhone and because he remembers the layout of a keyboard, he can use the IPhone just like you with sight. Only difference is, he can’t see a thing. The brilliant thing is about the IPhone, is you don’t need software, it comes out of the box a flick and you have speech ability. The inventor of Apple products, who sadly is not with us anymore, had a relative with sight loss, hence his amazing products. Now he has died, I did fear that would deteriorate, but no, it’s just as good if not better.

 

We are not so quick at doing things as sighted people and there are some things we can’t do, but most we can.

 

I am writing to you using my lap top. Thankfully I know how to touch type. As I have said before, even if you still have sight, even if you have no threat of losing your sight, learn to touch type. I have also said before in the UK, there are one hundred people per day who suffer some kind of sight loss.

 

Without the skill of touch typing, I wouldn’t be able to type, shop for groceries or gifts or email friends.

 

I wouldn’t be able to write my Diary or poems nothing; the lap top would not be in my life.

 

Our television talks and luckily in the UK, most programs have audio description now for films and so on. There are some programs that don’t have it and when we try to watch them, it’s impossible, makes us realise how fortunate we are to have the speech abled narrators.

 

For years we couldn’t set our heating on a timer but now we can. We didn’t know what temperature it was on we could turn it on or off, but now we know exactly what temperature it’s on.

 

For the IPhone there are so many applications you can get to help you, there is a light detector that tells you if there is light on or off. Helpful when you have a teen who leaves lights on as he leaves the room.

 

There is even an application you can download that tells you what amount of money you are showing to the camera. As telling the difference between notes now is getting impossible.

 

I don’t have an IPhone; hub does, so he has all the aps on there. I do have my IPod though and I love it. I can not only listen to my music but I can down load music from ITunes and more. I can check my emails out and answer them using dictation, though it does struggle with my accent.

 

I also do my weekly shopping on there for food. It’s so quick.

 

Pay for it and it gets delivered. Thankfully. I don’t know what I would do without that service.

 

So life is easier that it was say ten years ago.

 

Still a cure to see though would make our lives not only easier, but happier for sure. Happier as we would be able to do whatever whenever.

 

It would take the stress out of our life for sure.

Christmas is really driving me crazy right now. I just can’t get it in my head what I need to get. I still have to sort out gifts for the girls. Bless them; they haven’t asked for much, like my boy, they are good kids for that.

 

Thankfully as blind parents, we have brought our kids up not to be brats. Our children collectively are ambitious and outward going in a positive way.

 

I have both dogs home today. LC didn’t go with her Daddy as he has loads of small meetings today and some puppies are coming into the office. LC is a little naughty when she doesn’t have her Dad all the time to herself.

 

He has a day of budgets and planning for next year to sort out as well as his meetings.

 

He had a rough day yesterday at work. A lot of emotional things went on. It’s not all about cute dogs. There is more to this job than I could ever imagine. I guess because he makes it that way, he wants to be involved rather than doing the basic work and coming home. It keeps his brain ticking over also he knows he is doing something to help people like him and much less fortunate.

 

Just to give the ability for someone to be able to get to work. Get out of the four walls of jail each day will make an enormous difference to a blind person’s life. They can do this with a guide dog.

 

Because of funding and the shortage of guide dogs, some people can wait for two years before they get matched with a dog. The match has to be perfect. Anyone can’t just have any dog. The dog has to suit your life style. Because of the kind public, this job of matching a dog with a blind person is possible, though more funding and more dogs will equal more happy people.

 

For that old lady to be able to get to the shop once a week, may be her only contact with the outside world. Without her dog, she would be in the house 24 7.

 

Thank you to all who give that change or time to support us.

 

Thank you to all our beautiful dogs and thank you to those who are in technology and who do take time out to consider blind and partially sighted people when designing their products. Thank you to the chemists and scientists who are spending so much time devoting their lives to find treatments for blind people, again, all boils down to money, funding.

 

Hence why I get furious when we spend billions on sending robots to space. Look after people on the ground first please, before looking for life elsewhere?

 

OK, I went off on a one there, sorry, I do get carried away. I will have to go my dogs are driving me mad, they need attention a good groom and I will let them out, so to face that cool northern weather. Teen out will be in later and has loads to do today with regards University. He is filling in application forms. He is about to get into so much debt. We worked out last night he will need about £40,000 over the next three years for him to study. We can’t support him, as we have three kids going to University, that’s a lot of money. So like Hub, they are on their own. He had to work right through University, of course it wasn’t as wildly expensive in those days, but still he had to live without the help from his parents.

 

OK, I will be back later with some jokes to turn your frown upside down…. X

Monday 24 November 2014

OUR CHRISTMAS TREE


I just heard a hilarious thing on the radio.

In Newcastle Australia, a student has been arrested for using the Universities equipment to broadcast live solo sex scenes.

The statement from the university read as follows.

“We have made sure that the library has been thoroughly steam cleaned.

Haha haha, yack?

 

How was your weekend? Ours was good. Teen on another hand, didn’t enjoy his at all. He went to stay with someone and had a bad fall. Thankfully he is OK, but his clothes are for the bin.

 

He was to go to an 18th last night, but he didn’t get brought back till too late to go out, so came home, well, it was lovely to have him safely back.

 

He has decided he is to go to university but not until another year.  He is to be a teacher…

 

My brother has kindly got me tickets to see Lionel Richie.

So next year I will be going to his concert.

 

Guess what Hub and I did at the weekend?

Put our Christmas tree up. Teen was disappointed that he had to leave as he wanted to participate, but I had to get the tree up because next weekend, my dear friend Julie is coming and the weekend after, we are off to visit school friends and other friends from my old home town. Sadly we are leaving our dogs with the dog sitter. I wish we were taking them. I hate leaving them as I worry so much.

 

The weekend after that, I hope we will see Hubs Dad and brothers? Then the weekend after that, we are to visit my brother and family. Then it will be Christmas.

 

So Hub climbed the ladder and went into the loft. A brave man! Really, some sighted people wouldn’t be able to do what he does. The boxes he was carrying down were so heavy; it amazes me how he finds everything. Bless him. Together we put up the tree. Same old thing, were the lights working? Well, we plugged them in and waited for them to start to smell as though they were on and hoped they were. I kind of stuck to my plan of orange baubles and some wooden ones, so natural, but then it came to the tinsel? Heck. I knew I had gold and silver. Well, because of the natural colours I have on my tree, and I had some bronze toys, I wanted gold tinsel only, but the silver we used to keep for our real tree in the conservatory. Stupidly they were put in the same box, so mixed up, so I got our colour detector out, well, that is rubbish. It read, blue, so I said to Hub, well, that could be silver? Then on another peace, it read orange. I was happy as that meant gold, surely? Well, then the colour detector decided that it was green, then red then blue, all within five seconds. Hub told me to throw it in the bin, I didn’t but I have both silver and gold on my tree now, oh well. When teen came in from work, I asked him if the lights were all equal? He said they were perfect. Gosh, wow. I did feel good. It’s difficult getting everything right, I mean toys and baubles not so they are all in the same place but to distribute them equally?

Now whether or not I have that right, but teen said when he came back from his time away, it looked really good. Whether he is just being nice? I doubt it, as he is a perfectionist, and if something is slightly wrong he has to fix it.

 

So my angel is happy on the top of the tree with the branches stuck up in her never regions keeping her in place and a light there too to light her up.

She’s smiling.

 

I have my Victorian rocking horse at one side of my hearth and a Victorian house that lights up at the other. Now just for the outside decorations. Teen said he would help with those. Well, I can do them, but need to know which way they go, I will always remember when he came home from school a couple of years ago, he laughed saying that my lit up bell was ringing side to side upside down…

 

We wrapped more gifts. Oh that was kind of stress. Just remembering what was for who and what was what?

 

I ordered something last week, description was awful, but sounded OK as in the item. Well, it was deer but came and really isn’t worth half what I paid.

 

But people will have to except what we give them. I every year get ill with all the stress. It’s so wrong.

 

Most times, we do OK. And I am very proud as we are the only people who get no help and manage. Most people have family or friends who shop with them. We do it all on our own, and what an achievement.  We have even started to buy non-perishable foods and putting that away for Christmas. Trying to get sorted so we can relax and enjoy the time together over the festive holiday.

 

OK, will go for now, my boy has just left for the gym. He made his breakfast, he wants to come in for lunch, and then it’s off after a quick shower to work for him.

 

For me, the normal housework. I have a children’s story to write this week for a Mum who wants a book for her daughter. And must prepare the guest room for Julie coming. Later gators. X

Friday 21 November 2014

DIARY WINTER IN THE AIR


Hi Bloggets

Letting my dogs out today, the smell of that old familiar friend Jack Frost came to me as well as chimney smoke from the neighbour’s wood burning fires. Combined with the fragrance from our local chocolate factory, made it a real wintery day. Crisp and pleasant.

 

I’m waiting for my neighbour to come over for a cupper and chat. My Canary is in full flow. I was worried as yesterday he didn’t make a sound, not at all like him. I know someone who has canaries and his birds can go four months without singing. Gosh, I think it’s because he keeps them in the conservatory. I wouldn’t dare, ours gets too cold, even though there is heating in there.

 

Our canary is pampered in the heat of our lounge. Though I wish teen would clean the cage out more! Having said that, he is happy, yesterday was a one off. Funny, I will so miss him when he goes to the forever sky, as I love him. Stupid, he’s a bird? But he is always happy and really when the house is so quiet, I love to hear his song.

 

Today is a day when I really can’t be bothered with house work. I really can’t. I didn’t want to get out of bed, though I can say, neither did Hub? Oh heck, that was almost a nightmare. First thing we know is I received a text, well thankfully I didn’t turn off my phone and again thankfully the taxi driver picking up Hub text us to say he was there, or, we would have kept sleeping.

 

Our boy is quiet when he first gets up. After he has cooked his breakfast that is, then, oh the beautifying begins and the noise is part of that. So didn’t hear him. I checked the text at the same time as Hub jumped out of bed taking the time from the radio. It read

7.44am.

Heck, it was the driver and Hub should be now in the car.

He got ready in four minutes. Hahahahaha. No shower or shave a quick wash and threw on his clothes. Thank God today isn’t a day when he is interviewing, though he is off to someone’s house to do a house visit for a match for a guide dog. Oh well, let’s hope for Hubs sake, they can’t see? Hehehehehe.

Unshaved and no hair brushed, though hopefully he will have a comb in his work bag, if he remembered that?

 

Teen on the other hand, left the house at twenty to nine. To start college at nine. One hour journey. Yep, do the sums?

 

He is not home till about sevenish, though I really doubt he knows for sure yet as it’s not last minute.

 

After I let my dogs out, they went back to bed. Funny thing, when LC is at work with Hub, little Wagga paces the floor all day but when Lc is home, she will stay in bed with LC, till lunch time.

 

A parcel came today that I ordered for Hub for Christmas. Oh I am really disappointed. Again, not at all like the description. Such a shame, it was a fortune too! Really, whatever he bought me from Amazon through the week, Hub is also cross about it as when he took it out of the box, again, in front of me, as what difference does it make, all I heard was

“Oh my God.”

Then teen cracked up laughing. Hub said it’s fit for the bin. Hehehe, that’s me Christmas gift?

Really, it’s awful shopping on line and it’s getting worse because people are allowed to sell anything from their home and call it a business and even though you pay good money, there are so many sharks out there. But we always look how many marks the item gets out of five and never buy anything under four, but I just think all that’s a lie too and people in general are disingenuous.

 

Later I will tell you what my brother gave me for Christmas. I still can’t believe it.

 

OK will go for now, but before I go, a quote!

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

Eleanor Roosevelt

Thursday 20 November 2014

EBOLA MALARIA, WHAT'S IN FASHION?


Those pesky insects that feed on human blood, are more than a nuisance, they also carry the parasite which causes malaria. Kindly passing it on through their night time bites.

Symptoms appear about ten days after infection and include fever, shivering, vomiting and other flu symptoms.

It can be treated but can be deadly. Worldwide, Malaria causes 207 million illnesses and 627,000 deaths annually.

 

Almost half the world’s population are at risk of malaria.

In Africa, because of poor treatment, it’s the biggest killer of children.

 

So Ebola? In my opinion which I know will be controversial, is manmade. And suddenly the rich are acting like do gooders. They make me red with anger. Why suddenly are we to give money for such a cause? Two reasons.

One because it’s fashionable, the socialites can say whilst sipping their Pim’s, draped in pearls without passion how they will save the little children.

Yeah, right, more like save themselves, as Ebola can affect them. The rich can’t get away from Ebola but they can from Malaria, so where is the money for Malaria?

The countries with wide spread transition are as follows

Guinea with deaths so far

1192

Liberia

  2964

Sierra Leone

1250

So in total 5406 have died, in comparison with 627,000 of malaria deaths.

 

All unavoidable deaths are regrettable so why suddenly are we focusing on Ebola? I will leave you to answer.

Before my next blog, tomorrow, another eighteen hundred people will have died of Malaria.

A STEAMY DREAM


UK, US, Ukraine, Poland, China, Canada, Venezuela and more

Are all aboard the Blogget train today. First class all the way? Buffet cart will be open but if you wish to stay in your comfortable seats, you will be served lunch.

For lunch today?

Toast with mushrooms fried in butter on top and freshly sprinkled garlic with lashings of cheese, all melted under a flaming grill served with grilled tomatoes and asparagus.

 

I always dream about living near a train track. At the bottom of my garden, just past the vegetable patch and fruit orchard, trails of tracks which have seen many ghosts and pasts.

Steam trains would be lovely please? With their steam bellowing into the sky, forming patterns almost dancing with the clouds. Green grass all around, lush colours from our seasonal weather in England. Lots of sun, but not too hot to make the countryside baron and plenty of rain, to water the fruitful foliage and give drinks to the growing vegetables whereby I can pick for homemade casseroles and hot pots in winter. Snow, cold, but not enough to kill off all forms of colour from my vast garden, Just enough snow, to sit in my cosy kitchen with the  stove cooking breakfast whilst my kettle whistles, as I lend some time to view the red robin, who frequents my garden in the months when food isn’t easy to find for him. With his red breast, beautifully bathing in a stone bath of freshly poured water, against the crisp white snow in winter.

 

The odd crackle from the coal fire in the living room warms me as I listen for the 8.27 train as it passes by, like it does every morning.

 

Oh well, a girl can dream?

Instead of all that, I sit in my modern conservatory with the dreadful pounding sounds of the very busy road at the bottom of our yard, which is only six meters from our house.

 

Oh well, my imagination is a quaint place to be

Sometimes I think I was born too late, but then I remember the great technology we have as blind people and how our dream to see in the near future, we have hope for now. Something that was never going to happen some years ago. Seriously though, to live in the late forties to late fifties wow…

But then I wouldn’t have my Bloggets and where would I be without you all?

 

Now I was going to tell you about teen. Oh you know, I shouldn’t laugh when he tells me stories about college, as really it’s naughty, but he has my humour, well, his Dad didn’t have humour, so I guess it’s mine? Hehehe. Joking, his Dad did have  humour; just not many people got it.  Same as not many people get mine and teens humour. Obviously, as in class he jokes, OK should work, but no, jokes. When he tells me what he has said, oh gosh, I try to hide my face but I can’t. My cheeks are beaming so much and what does that tell teen? To continue being naughty. It’s bad, but he shouldn’t tell me then I wouldn’t laugh.

 

What makes it worse too is he does impressions and he really is a fantastic actor. Oh gosh, really if you could hear him it is so funny.

Again, perhaps it’s just teen an I who get it, as Hubs not impressed either. Hahahahahahah.

 

One of his friends the other day in class had his desk different to the others. Teen said he looked like a Doctor. Teen and his friend were pretending to be Doctors. Yes, very immature during a lesson, but beats what he did last year, push ups in the middle of class. So, Teen told his tutor David,

“Sir would you like to make an appointment?”

Not really a good question when he was supposed to be doing coding…

Teacher answered in his really funny voice as teen mimics him.

“You need to book yourself in for a hysterectomy!”

Teen quickly answered back.

“2pm next Wednesday David an appointment has been made for you to get your prostrate examined.”

Oh boy, that didn’t go down well. Hahahhahahahaha. OK, sorry, not at all funny, but nor is telling a boy he needs a hysterectomy!

 Or is, it?

So teen and the other lad got sent out for half an hour. Really, whatever next?

A couple of days later, teen decided he wasn’t going in so early. Would be forty minutes late.

Teacher.

Why are you late?

Teen

“Oh, well, I couldn’t be bothered to get up at quarter to seven, so re set my alarm for half eight. Had a good sleep though. Feel good now.”

Teacher went mad telling teen it was really bad and he should be suspended from the course with such an answer.

Teen in shock. Luckily it was a teacher who likes him so told him she would write down overslept. Teen said but I didn’t. Teacher, yes you did. Teen no, I deliberately did it, teacher, if you don’t want to be suspended, you did.

Hahahahaha. What does that tell kids? To lie?

Oh he has a full day today, God help us?

 

OK, off to look for the rubber gloves and bucket with brush and bags. Yep, the dog run is calling me.

x

CHATTABOX


Good day my dear Bloggets. How are we all today? Me? Thanks for asking, I’m good. Nothing different, apart from filling my Christmas calendar up nicely, this is a good thing but not much rest for Hub. He thinks he will be on standby for work over Christmas, but not Christmas day. We still have to make plans to see the girls and Hubs family. His Dad and brothers. But not sure when as really weekends are almost booked up. Funny isn’t it how everyone gets together at Christmas? I mean, it’s probably one of two things, one because that is the time mutually when we all have holidays off work and two exchanging gifts.  I will never forget those who will be on their own though and will not stop writing over the holiday for you, as I have been in your situations and who knows our future? I mean, on Christmas day, it is very quiet here, but that is how we like it. It’s a time to reflect, but whilst reflecting, I am ready to at least put my hand on the handle of life’s new doors.

 

My dear friend Julie is coming next weekend. The following weekend we are off to visit school friends of ours. Most of us have been friends for forty years, that’s scary considering I’m only (32)

Hehehehehe

Well, Hub is eight months younger than me but he has known some of our friends longer, because he was sent away to boarding school at three bless him.

 

I can’t even imagine that. Starting school under the age of four or five is bad enough, but three and sleeping away from home?

 

Thank goodness blind and partially sighted children are not forced now to go to boarding school. Though take my Husband, he had a fantastic education at his second school. Sadly as I have written about before, I wasn’t allowed to do that because I went to Russia for eye treatment and meant leaving the school I was to go to for up to three months a year and it wasn’t like we could arrange it around the holidays, because in those days, you were welcomed into Russia when they said so.

 

Some families now can still send their V.I.P children to boarding school, and they are so different now days, but to be honest, they are still away from home. I don’t think any child should be away from home. From their own beds. OK, they will receive a much better education, so for their future careers, boarding schools may be better but I don’t know one person who went to boarding school who has not been affected by their youth.

 

Schools now welcome children with sight loss, but what they learn isn’t half as much as what they will learn in a school which specialises for their requirements, for some parents, it’s a no brainer, but for me, I would have to put my child into a school at home and if I had to pay for extra education, as far as teaching Braille or pay for a reader, then so be it. To kiss your child before bed each night, to be there when they have nightmares, or when their little tummy’s hurt, is vital.

 

I absolutely hated boarding school. For a lot of my friends, they turned to drink, they are on depression pills, seeking some kind of help in other ways and some I know turned to drugs and crime. My Husband and I as well as some of our friends, just turned to each other. We had and have a bond that is deeply rooted.

 

We all were in the same boat, all rowing together, sometimes fighting against the current of the cruel seas, which came crashing against our boat, crippling our minds and tried to drown our souls.

  

But we lived to tell the tail, though me personally will never forget those years, but I don’t lay awake now at nights with vivid reoccurring images of the hell back then. May be for two reasons, one to remember anything in image now is becoming more difficult in fact only the past few months, I realise I am now not seeing in my dreams. Is this sad? Actually no, not really, now if you had told me this would happen last year, I would have been devastated, but it’s OK. Two, I’m healing. Far from throwing away my bandages, but using less of them.

 

But I will never forgive the evil which went on in my schools and always remember the goodness. Not all was bad, some teachers were wonderful. A couple of house staff, but not that many and as for the kids? Fabulous. Of course I ended up marrying one of them…. As a man of course, but as a child, I loved him so much. My destiny was meant to be with my Husband. I know this now, just wish I knew it way back then.

 

Hub and I are going to visit our friends Vivi and John too, and I hope to see Yvonne whilst there, but she said if she is not back from her families down south, she will visit us some point in the holidays. Then we are off to visit my brother, sister in law nieces, partners and my great Nieces and nephews. Heck. I’m a great aunty? Makes me sound so much older than 32?

Stop it?

 

Then off to my dear little friend Trix, like man, hanz and family. In that time I have a speech to make, some poetry to write for people and Doctors to visit and dentists as well as spending time with local friends, but don’t think that is typical of my life as it’s for sure not. Quite the opposite.

 

Poor hub hasn’t got much time off work; he will need a holiday after all of this…

 

He is doing more interviews today, after this he has two more positions to fill, I thought he was full, but no, he is employing more. Oh I can’t tell you how proud I am of him at work. He is just making sense in an organisation that has been capable of not making much sense to me in the past. His team are go getters not in the climbing the ladder sense, but as in doers, rather than burying their heads in paperwork, which has been expected of them in the past.

 

He really has a great team and says the atmosphere in the office now is wonderful and they are starting to see over the hills. The obstacles he faced when first joining the organisation, are being battered down and blind people are starting to get the help they need. So let’s hope it continues and he will be allowed to continue doing things his way?

 

I should go to the shop for bread, but I just can’t. Why? Because I’m weak. I mean its madness. It’s not raining, but just to put my foot over that door is so difficult. Tomorrow, I will have to go no matter what. See, I’m a wimp. Oh I dream of one day being able to see and just go out. Without a care.

 

I have cleaned the kitchen today, but have tea to do later.  The boys are having minced steak today with onion, carrots and mash potato. I wanted to do dumplings but not sure which is plain and what is self-razing flour… Silly I should do something sensible like put some tape on one of them, but knowing me, I would forget which one was which…

 

If teen is in at fiveish, I can still throw some dumplings together, but I think he will be out as normally Thursdays, he’s late home.

 

Oh funny story about him in a mo. Jo.

 

Last night for tea, oh it was delicious. I really can’t tell you how much I enjoyed my meal. You know my eating habits are dreadful; I just don’t eat anything hot… But last night, I made a baked potato. Firstly in the microwave then finished it off in the oven with some olive oil on top to crisp it up. Hub kindly made me a gorgeous bean stew a couple of days ago to make me eat. So I put the last of that on my potatoes it was all kinds of beans in a sauce then grated cheese on top. Hub had the same and I did the same potato for teen, but he just had cheese on as he had chicken with his. Then I made a huge lovely salad. Oh that was the nicest thing I have eaten for ages. All kinds of leaves, with again a drizzle of extra virgin oil baby tomatoes, cucumber, salad onions, radish peppers sundry tomatoes and Mozzarella cheese. It was amazing. For me tonight? Hmm. No stew left… But will eat something as the past week, I have really felt so much better with eating, now haven’t got on the scales yet!!!

 

OK, I have chatted so much my jaw is hurting. Hahahaha. Well, my fingers are tightening up with typing. I have some phone calls to make and see to the dogs. I have the two of them home today.

I will tell you that story about teen in my next blog.

 

Birds are singing in my garden, as I am in the conservatory. Ihope they are eating the food I put out for them a couple of days ago? I will ask teen to see if he can see any that has gone. I’m using a bird station, no it’s not the local radio station for the birdies, but a metal post with baskets and trays on for birds.

 

It’s great, It is exactly where I know how to get to it. At my other house, we had a bird table, but I never knew where my ex put it, so used to go out with food for the birds and come back in with it! hhahahahaha.

Now I know  where it is, just don’t fancy feeling the trays, yack.

 

Later gators. X