We say hello to our Bloggets from UK, US, Ukraine, Greece, Saudi
Arabia, Ireland, Australia, Israel, Germany, and France today, just to name the
top ten views. It’s a beautiful day in the UK. The sun is shining here and it’s
hot. I went earlier to the shops. Oh the noise as I walked along our awful
dreaded road, but we did it little Waggs and I and we were chased by a solar
powered man. Hahehehe. No, he wasn’t flying along with free wind, he was whistling
like a blooming kettle. It was so funny, well, my boy was dealing with wires in
his car, the other day using a plastic spatula a fishing reel and a hair dryer,
today? Some material. I didn’t ask. He had been pursued by a salesman and he
told the man, his Mum wasn’t in, well, he the man, was still in the street, knocking
at doors trying to sell his power saving devices. I was unaware of the teen and
the salesman. Out I go in full flow. Well, I’m easy to see at the best of
times, let alone with an aluminous harness reading “Do not distract. I mean,
most people do look when a guide dog is around, but when I wasn’t meant to be
in? Teen in car,
“Mum, trust me, get in the house quickly.”
I did as I was told thinking he wanted me to hear if his
speakers were sounding good.
He came in, telling me the story of how I wasn’t meant to be
in. hahahaha. I waited a few moments and out I went teen’s music entertaining
the street from his car.
Well, the knocking came from doors as they remained closed
to the salesman. Then I think he wanted me to speak with him as his whistle
followed me right down the street. No, Bloggets, not wolf whistles, I think I
have lost it in that department. But a tuneless sound like a crying crow, in chronic
pain.
I kept walking. As I turned the quiet corner hoping he
wouldn’t follow as I don’t care much for that part of our avenue, as its high
with shrubs, I remembered again my self-defence days and listened for
footsteps. Oh gosh, they were behind me, heck, what to do? Well, thankfully I
didn’t remember my Karate moves and make Mr. Miyagi, proud or embarrassed? No
back kicks were necessary thank Goodness lifting my foot up a step these days
is a trial. As for a hammer punch? Well, what would my Waggs do, if I swung around
to sort whistling Walter out? I couldn’t
do a straddle stance, as apart from looking as though I have wet myself, I
wanted to keep walking away from the silence, all, almost apart from the
deranged crow following me, towards to the deafening road. Would he wait for me
coming back? If so, I would be prepared with my Kobudo with my not so sharp weapon
of a giant block of Cheddar cheese.
Then to my amusement, I remembered I had changed the collar
on Waggatail and it has an annoying clicking sound. So footsteps? Fiona, please,
when will you start to hear like a blind person?
Few, double few, tight jeans equal split jeans doing the self-defence.
Hahaha. As I said, these days, I can’t even fight my way out of a paper bag.
Our shop was empty and thankfully I had the lovely friendly
guy to show me around. We had a good old chat. He’s lovely unlike the lady who
won’t walk around with me, so I end up getting things I don’t want and
forgetting things I do want. This guy is great, in fact all of the staff there
are good. Just the one lady, who is sweet enough, but leaves you standing at
the door like a bag of potatoes,
Wagga did really well on the way home and as we approached
the monkeys in the zoo, I could just about hear as the road sound was the worst
I have ever heard today. I heard a rumbling engine. Oh heck, just where I needed
to cross? Well, I instructed Waggs and she did her stuff perfectly. She was
brilliant, she’s really coming on these days and really I’m loving her new
outlook. Feeling great. So good to get out.
As for yesterday with Arty? Oh we had a lovely day, the
birds in our park sounded so stunningly wonderful. Pure and the lake was like a
sheet of glass my friend said. Not one ripple the weather was so lovely. The
sweet smell I love about spring filled the air. How peaceful. I just wish Hub
and I could go there but we dare not if our dogs run off I’m sure they wouldn’t,
but scared to risk it also if there are killer dogs on the field, we wouldn’t
know and there are a few who frequent the park. But not yesterday. Yesterday
was wonderful made me feel so happy. Just simple simple things like that. I
couldn’t see the park but the fragrance of spring was delightful.
Wagga had a great time running free. And she guided me back
so well too. I simply loved it!
Tried to phone Hub so many times today but he must have been
on the phone for about five hours? I
told him when I did get through; it was like getting through to Putin? I had to
remind him about various things for tomorrow. He’s off again. This time he will
be out first thing in the morning and back really really late at night. He is
meeting with the top man. Big boss day tomorrow. I have a very sneaky feeling
he has volunteered himself again to something. He’s not saying don’t think he
would dare. As his last job, he was in charge of so much and it almost killed
us both. When I think back to those days, I shake with dread. He was really
important and I think he may miss those days of really serious decisions.
I just know he used to work internationally and
international was mentioned yesterday. Hmm. Oh I will go ballistic if he is
back doing old stuff like that. But how would I know? I wouldn’t. I’m the not so
little house wife back home. Not Mr big. Hahaha. Though he is not so big now,
he is still losing weight. I thought it would be a phase but no, he’s still
dedicated.
But he is a reformed slightly overweight person, reformed as
in born again. You know when people give up smoking and hate everything Smokey?
Or become fit and hate fatsos? Hahahahah. I don’t think in fact I’m sure he
doesn’t hate me, but tells me he loves me so much he wants me to live a long
life so lectures me on everything I eat. I’m finding myself now eating cereal
before bed rather than toast. I don’t even like blooming cereal.
OK. Talking of Hub, he’s home from work in an hour or so I will
prepare food now and then poem number seven for today has to be written. Then I’m
done with those. No more weddings please? Hahah. Too much happy words, c’mon
give me some dark deep dusty words to write for you. Xxxxx
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