TUESDAYS DIARY

Good afternoon Bloggets. Today is a heatwave in the UK. It’s boiling. Unbearable. There is no breeze at all. It’s like sitting in an oven outside. I tried to work out there but had to come in after half an hour.

 

Now I’m in my sitting room. It’s like air conditioning in here. The back of the house is deadly. I would love to know the temperature in there, I bet its 45 degrees.

 

My Son is getting ready to go out and this week is going to visit his Father. I’m not looking forward to that as he is driving all the way. He has never driven before such a long distance and to be honest, if he gets there and back without an incident, it will be a miracle. I don’t know what it is about my Son and sticking his fingers in sockets, sort of speak. He can’t seem to find peace and goodness out there. He is always following trouble. He is attracted to it.

 

So three days of worry for me again. As his Father will have him driving all over the place on winding country roads that I remember so well full of bikers on a speed thrill.  Travelling around blind corners. I guess if he is driving, there will be no drink driving with his Father. So I guess it’s between driving with alcohol with the experienced driver or, the person driving with little experience but sober?

 

We were meant to move to Australia a few years ago. Gosh, if we had, how different our lives would be now? Would the past two and a half years been as dreadful with the psycho from hell? And would my Son have not had the negative influences in his life? The only part is, we would have missed out on our loving friends who I would not change for the world, mind having said that, my friends and the evil one, or leave my friends and no *** from hell? Hmm. I guess I could have my friends over for holidays? But it’s so far away; how oftern would we see them? I spend little time enough with them as it is and my besties only live forty minutes away by train and car. And my dearest friend a couple of hours by train and car.

 

And we do have the best neighbours here. Everyone is so friendly. I love it.

 

Even if Teens Father moved out of the North East and didn’t have anything to do with certain people, I would not mind teen going  I guess. But, at the end of the day, it’s his Father. I did try hard to keep them together. A two year battle. So it’s my fault I guess.

 

Oh so much more work to do today and as for housework? Naha. Too hot. Even my little girl Wagga doesn’t want to play. The monkeys in our local zoo can be heard playing in the playground. I hope they don’t get burned? Its boiling. Last week we had the heating on, this week we are melting.

 

I had some broth I made yesterday for lunch, oh it is delicious. Even if I say so myself. I think the nicest soup I have ever made.

 

Hay fever is bad today. I have some important phone calls to make and I can’t stop sneezing so can’t do that yet.

 

Oh did I tell you when we went for a meal to the pub the other day with our friend Julie, the waiter gave us all a menu? Haha. It’s been months since we visited our Lewis’s restaurant and we do feel bad but we can’t afford it right now. Though during the day, he is really good and has excellent offers. But Hubs at work so no can do.

 

This weekend we are off to our town to the bank where we should have gone last week but with our friend coming, we didn’t get chance. Also Hub is getting a haircut, just to show how much more grey hair he has. Ha. As each time he gets it short, the grey is more prominent.

 

I am going to take Waggatail. Joy? May be not. And then back home for a quick cupper and let the dogs out then back on the bus to go to the vets. We are trying new vets out this weekend. I hope they will be good as I hate the last one we went to. They have the monopoly too on most vets. They have bought out all small companies. The one we are going to this weekend is a new one and I am sure it’s not so rich in equipment, but I hope will be OK and will improve.  

 

It will be funny actually, as my Waggs loves to get off the bus and run to her fave pet shop, well, this time an injection will be given to her in the same vicinity.  Will she be so keen next time to go there? We have to buy some things for our Canary too. So I’m rather looking forward to the challenges we may have on Saturday, especially if they are not too much of a challenge, but I’m sure Saturday’s blog will be of humour? Not on my behalf I hope? Hahaha.

 

OK, here is boy wonder back, so I will go for now but will be back. Later with love. X

DIARY OF MY KITCHEN

Good evening Bloggets. It’s really late this is the first time I have had time to have a general chit chat with you all. The poem I wrote earlier, I did last night and just published it today.

 

So how have I spent my day? Well this morning I went to the shops, my Waggatail is working so well at the moment. It’s a delight to go out with her. Tomorrow I might have a stroll along to the lake side and take a seat, as its forecast to be a lovely day.

 

So at the shops I bought a lot of heavy items and my Son came along in his car to kindly drive the bags home for me as I had other things to do with Waggs.

 

He spent the day fishing with his friend and at the gym twice today. Now? He’s busy.

 

Then I had a lot of work to do with my computer research and phone calls in the red hot conservatory. I can’t be in the living room as our Canary, Irish, sings and that isn’t very professional on the phone. As for our office at home? Well my Bloggets know what I think of that place. It’s a broom cupboard.

 

I cooked all afternoon. For dinner tonight Hub ate baked potatoes with Herring in a cream sauce with vegetables and apple. Then I made a jelly. It was blackcurrant with fruit in it. I put the fruit in whilst the jelly was not set so that the jelly set around the lovely soft summer fruits. I put in strawberries, grapes, plums and peaches. It was gorgeous

 

I also cooked teen’s chicken dinner and a lamb hot pot for tomorrow. Oh on such a hot day, that wasn’t a good thing to cook, neither was the broth? I am suffering from the sun I think it has affected my mind as I am cooking winter foods on a hot day. In the broth there are potatoes, celery and onions, carrots, mushrooms, chick pea’s butter beans and red lentils. I had to soak the pulses first. Then with the lamb hot pot, I fried off the lamb and added to the pan, mushrooms, onions and herbs. Then part cooked potatoes, sweet potatoes and carrots. I used a lamb gravy mix and a shake of HP brown sauce with lots of black pepper and some of the pulses I soaked and precooked for my broth. Oh, and some tomatoes too and celery. Oh, and, some fresh peas I de podded.

 

So many meals in such a small kitchen on such a hot day. With someone who hates cooking too, but the best news is, for me tomorrow, no cooking. Yeah. Brill.

 

Teen has a busy day tomorrow. Tonight he played with his car. He has sprayed it, put new bits on it and took bits off. Haha. Don’t ask. I just know that on our road outside our house now have black tire marks. Thank Goodness he took notice and didn’t do it on our drive, but, when he pulls away tomorrow, I pray there are not going to be tire marks where he has been parked up all night. Now with the mess teen has left on the road and the builders have made on our friends side of the road, we are the offenders of the streets appearance.

 

My house smells like a country kitchen tonight as I write to you all. Hub has gone to bed, so I guess I should follow, though I’m not at all tired, though that may be the two cups of coffee I had about an hour ago. Not like me to drink more than one cup per day, if that, but I fancied it tonight.

 

Hub and I are feeling so sad for the poor tourists in Tunisia after the evil person did the dirty work on the beach. Less I say on that matter the better.

 

As my friend who is a Muslim said the other day, Allah will not be welcoming that murderer.

 

Oh I dropped my lap top on the tiles today, the battery fell out but thankfully it was OK. I don’t know how many times that has happened. I now have no screen, but I don’t need one right?

 

I best go before I get wrong as I keep Hub awake and bless him, he has to be up for half six. I will talk tomorrow, I have some work to do on my lap top, then I shall have a chat, see if I get some requests through the night to write about some topics, Remember I asked you to email or contact me through my blog page with regards to what you would like me to write about? Well, some suggestions, shall I say have been interesting. A lot I have already covered. But with over two thousand three hundred blogs, I admit to have talked about most things.

 

Before bed, I pray for world peace and for those who are in training to murder, I pray that they will stop, think and know what they are about to do is evil. Cruel to the highest point and learnt that the average person isn’t wanting bad for you or yours. We were put on this earth to learn how to live as one, so why not be a hero as your name will be forgotten about but your kindness will live on.

 

With love peace and harmony.

 

MY IMAGINARY CASTLE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

MY IMAGINARY CASTLE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

Beautiful bows

Of blues and golds

Cookies of fortunes

Only to be told

Full of champagne promises

To be hold

Mystical Pegasus

Standing bold

Chocolate kisses

Are being sold

Ever so sweet hugs for free

Sherbet candies

On a lolly pop tree

Merry go round

With polls of bronze

Handsome men

Full of charm

With a pretty lady

On their arm

Floating dresses

Of fine threads

Colours of emeralds, and ruby reds

For sure to turn heads

Ribbon bouquets

And feathers in their hair

Loaded with so much love

 To share

 Top of a table, sits a chair

Made from polished mahogany

And a baby grand is being played a melody

Whilst children sing in harmony

A rich carpet

Is a path to a secret

The entertainer, dances with a puppet

Archways made from roses

Underneath, a couple poses

Doves fly

In the turquoise sky

Sweet flowers kiss, a butterfly

Playful puppies give chase

And pure white kittens

Colour of milky buttons

Hide in boxes

As sly as amber foxes

So cute to see

This is a fairy castle to me

Lavender mist

Surrounds the harpist

Porcelain cherubs

In gardens of buttercups

As water cascades

Like silver teardrops

And balloons parade

On decorated carts

Silver service with plates so decadent

Speeches being made so incredibly eloquent

Tiny triangles of smoked salmon

Homemade wine, by the gallon

Lady Sarah can’t take much of the red berries

After one glass, let’s see what will happen

For sure she will be merry

Her nose the colour of a ripe cherry

On the lawns being played is croquet

This castle is a permanent holiday

Where dreams really do come true

For an imagination which belongs to me and you

Come to my castle

Where the real world is far away from hassle

Where there are fairy queens

Jelly beans

And laughter is a must

Where everyone and everything can only know trust

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015

THE DIARY OF A FANTASTIC FRIEND

Good afternoon Bloggets, I hope I find you well?  Me? Oh thank you for asking. I am great. Though sad. Well, not sad, just well, I don’t really know how to describe how I feel right now!

 

I guess from the beginning then you may know what I mean?

 

My dearest friend Julie came yesterday. Our Son collected her from the station. I really couldn’t wait to see her. We had a lovely evening. We sat outside it was stunningly hot. Our neighbours were out eating their dinner and they had their music playing. It was traditional Indian music. And it was fantastic. I loved it and with the barmy evening, we were so relaxed. The traffic was kind to us for a short while. Enough time for us to have a cool refreshing drink before we pondered along to our local pub where they sell really lovely meals. Crossing the road of hell, as the cars went back to normal and sped by and so frequently too. We entered our pleasure park of entertainment where there are loads of foodie places cinema and bowling alley. It’s got a great atmosphere there is great music outside of the pubs and restaurants. But for us, it’s impossible to locate as it’s far from V.I friendly.

 

There are outside tables and chairs with lots of other street furniture going on all over the place. Julie guided us perfectly past the plant pots and poorly parked cars and on our way to the pub.

 

It is lovely inside there and the menu choice is great. I had breaded garlic mushrooms then a delicious vegetarian burger chips and a dish of stunning salad. It was the same meal I had when I went out with my brother and Sister in law some weeks ago.

 

Hub had a fish basket then a steak chips and salad. Julie some Nachos a vegetarian burger special with everything in it and chips. The dessert menu was huge, the choice was fantastic, but we were all too full.

 

Hub and Julie had a bottle of wine and I had an orange juice.  We talked and caught up with some missing months as this is the longest I have not seen Julie, six months. Gosh I missed her too and it was a lovely evening.

 

We walked home, and the simplicity of it all was the best thing. I just wish I had some sight to be able to do this route with my Husband as if you can see, it’s ever so easy. It’s the difference between going and not.

 

As we came home we had a cup of tea and chatted some more laughing loads and loving the time with our friend.

 

My teen was out having a great time with a load of others. He went a distance this time by train. Before he went out, he came to say goodbye and Julie said he looked so grown up I guess she has known him since he was about six. And you always remember the little boy.

 

I still remember D from Russia, he is in his mid-thirties now, but I always think of him as still the little eight year old I first met and loved so dearly.

Sadly those days with D are all over as he has entered into a new lifestyle. But memories of him are still close to my heart.

 

Well time for bed. I of course didn’t sleep a wink. I worry so much about my Son when he’s out. But he did keep in contact with me every four hours and was home by seven in the morning. Safe and well.

 

This morning I made breakfast we ate up and out we went to the brilliant Retail shopping centre. It’s a designer outlet and as soon as you enter the indoor shopping area, you feel the quality of the shops.

 

Oh it was wonderful. Julie is the best person to shop with, mind you, Di too is great but it is a rare thing to find such people.

 

 We searched every shop and Hub got some lovely clothes. Last time he bought anything in the flesh sort of speak, was last time Julie was here, at Christmas.

 

Oh I could have spent a fortune, but fortune is not what we had so we bought basic articles. I didn’t get anything, but it was more important for Hub to get things, as I will wear anything, as long as it’s nice, hub is the most awkward person in the world next to teen to choose clothes. Oh the Jeff banks shop had some beautiful men’s clothes in but Hub didn’t indulge in there, as I said, it was basic things he needed.

 

Then we went for a coffee and sandwich from my favourite snack shop. I just love being with Julie and Hub. They are both great to spend time with.

 

Teen picked us up and homeward bound a cool drink and teen took Julie to the station again.

 

Oh here I am now in the garden, reflecting on just how easy it is if you have sight to shop. We could never do what we did today. Its cruel really, things people take for granted, is such a treat for us.

 

I Miss Julie so much she said next time she comes she is going to stay longer and I can’t wait for that. I love her. She is a very close friend you know the kind of friends who you just feel at ease with don’t have to pretend? She’s clever and kind. Stylish and loyal to us, as we are to her.

 

She doesn’t read my blogs so I’m not bulling I just think she is such a pleasure to be with.

 

So kind of sad because I know the next time we see Julie will be a few months away, I miss her already.

Now it’s windy and cold so I’m going in the house. But just to pop here and see how you all are. Take care cos I care. X

 

FI'S FRIDAY DIARY

I’m excited. Tomorrow my friend will be here and I can’t wait to see her. What will we do this weekend? Who knows? I shall be back in a couple of days to let you know.

 

The weather is beautiful today but I think cold and rain is expected tomorrow. Sunday I hope it is dry just for  us to get the buses We have to get two there and same back it takes an hour each way, sadly our boy is  out for the count that day.  As by car, its fifteen minutes each way.  Oh tomorrow night, my heart will be in my mouth. More on that later too.  I have to tell you about things a couple of days late, as the evil from our past read my blogs. So when the event is over, I shall tell all.

 

Well, not quite all.  I don’t even know all. Hehehe. But I’m glad about that. As TMI?

 

Oh such riddles. But I know my Bloggets are bright individuals.

 

I’m sitting out in our back garden.  The waft of roses is so sweet. Sadly the engines are not quite so fragrant.  The sun is warm and the breaze is gentle. Hub working from home, I have left him to it. I have worked a lot today so chill time with you all now.

 

Our shopping came. Two mystery items today on our work tops in the kitchen for boy wonder to read if he would be so kind.

 

He wasn’t kind yesterday, Hub had to have a battle with a thistle but he won. The thistle is gone. Getting to like the demolishment of all things prickly….

 

I asked teen if he would be so kind as to chop the little monster down, it’s only a couple of feet in height but teen said no. So Hub had to feel for it and I caught myself with it earlier in the day, and it was lethal. Now it’s small, but we need it dug out.

 

Our friendly neighbour who did our garden a few weeks ago has a full time job now. Not that I think he was keen to come back mind you, as he really did work hard but didn’t like gardening and I can’t blame him. Our garden looks fantastic though.

 

Well for Father’s day our Son bought his Dad some treats. They have been on the piano for a blooming week almost. Each evening I have asked Hub if he wants to open them. He says no. So at lunch time today, I asked him if he wanted anything to eat. He said he won’t stop working for lunch, but he would like a cup of tea and open his treats. Yeah. At blooming last. I mean it’s not normal to have sweets for a week and none of them opened. Is it?

 

At last Fi’s fingers found her fave’s and helped Hub out with his diet by eating some of them for him. Hehehehehe.

 

Oh talking of diets, my mad Aunt phoned me yesterday. To wish me happy Anniversary? Nope. Don’t be daft. To tell me all about her. Her holiday. Her birthday and her street. Her Sunday lunch and her sunburned feet.

 

Then she asked when she could come to see us? I told her I was busy until August. But, we are coming to her town in August, we could see her?

Her answer?

Oh I will come to you in September then. Tuesday the 8^th. I mean, Tuesday again? Always bloody Tuesdays. When Hub is at work and I have her on my own. It’s difficult. She doesn’t like to have conversations about anything other than herself. So politics? Religion? News? Views on life? No. And when I put a point across to her, she kind of breathes in a heavy way.

 

Really, even on the phone yesterday, I said to her something and as I waited for an answer, she panted.

 

She’s been with her three dogs too long.

 

Sorry, no, two dogs and her “live in friend.”  

 

I have sent her a text today telling her again that we have her gifts and we can meet her in August, I mean, our friend JB even has been so kind to offer my much loved Aunt her house for us to meet. As I know that person she lives with won’t have us in the house and to be fair, I don’t really want to go as we will come out stinking of smoke. Mind having said that, we are staying overnight at our friends house Mr. Clock. And he is the original walking talking chimney. So I bet by midnight, we may be like ashtrays.

 

Oh I so wish he would stop smoking, but there is no chance. He eats them. He is such a lovely person too and if he didn’t do the dreaded weed, he would so much benefit not only for his health and finances but his house and beautiful antiques he owns

 

I’m really looking forward to seeing our friends again. I know there will be about eight of us, there will be one missing I think as she has kind of blotted her copy book. Meaning? She was at our last gathering and there were a lot of people not impressed with her and Mr. Clock is the latest person.

 

Personally, I don’t mind her though she is weird. My Husband can’t stand her nor can our other friends.

 

This lady was at our school. She was a young teacher at the time, well, not a teacher, but a house member. There is a part of her who still thinks blind people should be institutionalised and if you knew my friends? Oh boy, we are as sighted without vision as a fully sighted person is and we know how to have fun.

 

We also watch out for each other. We are a group of friends and anyone who steps on one of our friends toes, oh dear. They are brave people. We revert back to the days of boarding school and the days when we only had each other to rely on. Our parents were sadly not in our lives on a daily bases.

 

Now will my Aunt text back saying she will meet with us? As every time we buy her anything, she complains that she can’t carry the gift home. Well we are offering to carry it to her, so let’s see. But two and a half hours later I’m still waiting to hear from her, but she may be busy with her great Granddaughter who is a handful.

 

Fish for dinner for the boys tonight. I feel like a salad. No Bloggets, I haven’t been in the sun so long I’m the colour of a tomato, haha. It’s such a lovely day, I would love some salad.

 

Oh I’m totally excited to see our girls in a few weeks time.   I hope for a summer of salads freshly made breads and lots of laughter.

 

OK off now to do some house work then research I need to do for work.

 

I hope you all have a peaceful weekend. Do for you. Something that will put a smile on your face.

 Big hugs to you

WISE WORDS FROM THE OAK BY FIONA CUMMINGS

WISE WORDS FROM THE OAK

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

 As the wild wind weaved through her hair

Whispering words to a mind that didn’t care

Gritted punches to her face

She battled to get to a safe place

Tearful torrents fell from her blackened eyes

This time she was free

After so many tries

  The chains were gone

She had found the key

Learned right from wrong

Her mind had been opened enough to see

Hearing was clear for encouraging sound

Her legs lead her to safe ground

But where would that be?

She wasn’t fortunate like you and me

Had no one to phone

Her walls were not her home

She just needed a safe zone

Meanwhile she will roam

Whilst daylight was kind

Under the orange sun

She would steal the energy to run

Through nettled narrow pathways

Turning corners finding new ways

Up the steepest hills

Passing forgotten daffodils

The air burned her skin

She could feel someone pushing within

No time to stop

She just wanted to drop

Absolutely exhausted

Blood she tasted

 Her silenced tongue

 Glued her mouth together

But time to tell what she has lived with forever

Only question was who to tell?

Tails of her life of tortured hell

People she RAN by

Saw past her

And didn’t stop to hear her cry

A nightmare not to reoccur

Her vision was all a blur

But her heart and soul carried her forward

Gave her the strength to believe

Whilst the outside did bleed

And her insides did grieve

As she looked to the sky

And began to ask why?

Answers fell to her mind

Giving her a sign

An old oak

On that day spoke

As she fainted landing on the ancient wood

“You have a choice

Don’t stop until you feel safe

Then rejoice

When you are in a safe place

Know out there is some good

Find it an hold on tight

Only you know what is right

Hold out your barbed fingertips

Drink from you’re dried out lips

Open your heart and you will see

Listen to me

I was so proud king of all trees

Then I was cut down

To our Mother ground

The outside of me is long gone

But my roots carry on

My seeds have spread long and far

As we share the same sun

The moon and a special star

You can stay with the devil in the darkness of hell

Smoke from his poisons Cigar

Where burning flesh you will smell

Or hear the bell

And set yourself free

For this kingdom

Belongs to you and me

Now you have rested on my dried out bark

Carry on don’t stop as soon will be dark

Though you will always be able to see

No matter of the light

I want you to sleep in a bed of feathers tonight

When your eyes open

In the new morning

The birds will sing you a tune

And though you won’t see the moon

It still will be there

As the sky we all share

Nothing good ever goes away

But badness will I pray

For fires burn out

But the sky never will

Say goodbye to the past

For evil is short lived

Your love will kill

All from yesterday

Let the memories go away

And the future is yours

Open those before locked doors

Take what is yours

Give what you can

Reach out for that hand

As you now can guide

Clime on that horse and ride

Across the golden sand

Fields of new

Look at our world

It’s here now for you”

 

COPYRIGHT FIONA CUMMINGS 2015

the diary of our anniversary and myguide

 Today is my darling Husband and my wedding Anniversary. Five years. Been together six and met when we were six.  Though our souls have known one another forever.

 

We are not going out to celebrate, though we did a year ago have big plans for today. I guess they could wait for our tenth. I have a small gift for my Husband and he bought me one too though as he was leaving the house today at half seven, opening our gifts were not priority. Well, also his to me, hadn’t arrived through the post haha. It has now though. That is where our Son must get his last minute from, right?

 

Talking of Son tomorrow is his final deadline for college. He should have had everything in last week to receive distinctions but no. I mean it’s almost one in the afternoon and he is still in bed. He still has loads of work to do for one tutor. A little for another. My nerves are shot. Why do I care? I wish I knew.

 

Yesterday though he received his results for work he has handed in and received in total a number of distinctions. Just annoys me as could have finished last week with 100% as he is quite capable. He went out yesterday for the second time to the gym. Ten thirty at night. It’s an all-night gym. Well, all day too! Why didn’t I just say a 24 hour gym?

 

 Came in half eleven and I thought, great, we can sleep as we had or I should say I had a culture shock and had to leave the house at half seven in the morning. But sadly, was just changing to go back out. He left and didn’t return till almost three this morning. Grrrr

 

He will get up eat, go to the gym come home eat watch TV and eat then back to the gym and sleep. Well, he has a shock as he has a pile of ironing he better get done as our friend is coming and we need the guest room cleaned and ironing board removed. It’s a permanent fixture and I hate that.

 

I used to be so organised and do all of my washing drying and ironing on one day. Now? Em, well, I do the washing, on one day. Oh, and the drying. As for the ironing? Let’s say in stages.

 

It’s bad and I don’t like that. I must become the good housewife my Husband married. Hehehe.

Or maybe not.

 

Our canary is singing his little Irish heart out. He sounds lovely but when trying to write, it’s not so good.

 

I have a head ache as it is. Last night our friend asked us to go and have a drink with him. I bought some wine, a glass. It wasn’t even full. I poured half a glass for myself. Oh it was awful. Like raspberry pop.  What the heck I have bought God only knows and he I hope will be happy as its red.

 

My little Waggatail is a sleep. She is exhausted. She too had a culture shock yesterday. Oh we took a taxi and for an hour, he sniffed all the way bless him. He has or, had yesterday, hay fever and it was a sniff every second I’m not kidding. I felt as bad for him as been there, well, not driving a taxi, but with bad pollen it’s dreadful. Must get some eye drops actually. You know I have tried all of the prescription drops and not one worked. But Optrex does. Just normal Optrex. You can even get an Optrex for Hay fever but they didn’t work for me either.

 

The poor driver was telling us that he was behind a bus. The bus pulled him out. As in waved his hand for the taxi driver to overtake. He did and a cyclist came from nowhere at great speed and smashed into the car.

 

The bus driver stopped and along with a member of public, said that it was the bikers fault.

 

Well long story short the police told the driver he wasn’t going to be charged as obviously it was the cyclists fault.

 

The taxi driver went on holiday for a couple of weeks abroad.

 

When he returned a letter told him he had been charged for dangerous driving.

 

He called the Police and they said nothing they could do as the young man had broken his shoulder and was claiming. He called his insurance and they said we have paid for it. He was furious. He said but I’m not guilty. They said yes it’s been decided you are. “By whom? He exclaimed. Anyway, he has been and now he has lost ten years of his no claims policy. He has to travel forty minutes’ drive away for a full day. Nine till five. To do a course on how to drive safer. He has not had one accident in ten years.

 

Oh how unfair is all of that? Now this young lad, he has had two cycling accidents in a very short time. He will be paid a good amount of money. So, students now, don’t work, but almost kill themselves to pay for their living expenses?

 

It’s like what they call “Flash for cash. My Son on his first week of driving had it done to him.

 

Someone sees a new driver or a young person and pulls out in front of them slams their breaks on so the driver behind hits them and they claim.

 Well thank goodness my Son was OK and managed to press on his breaks in time but he said that the young lady turned in her car as she was breaking and looked at him? Oh my word, these people are sick.

 

OK now for an advert from my heart to yours. If you live in the UK, please could you think about becoming a My Guide volunteer? If you are able to give just an hour or two whenever you can, guidedogsUK would be so grateful. This could be to go for a walk with a blind person to get them out of the house, to go to the shops with them, perhaps swimming? Fishing, a football match, you won’t have to pay for a ticket. Or even just to have a coffee. You know you will feel so good after doing such a kind thing and you may never know just what your time has meant to a blind or partially sighted person. And we are or can be normal just like you you know? We don’t bite, well, not hard.

 

If you are a student, perhaps in your university, you could give some time to another V.I.P student. Going to the library with them, or a bar? Or reading for half an hour every now and then. It is a great thing to have on your CV. Better than a job, OK, it doesn’t pay you anything but your future employers will see that you are such a good person, you have given free time to change a life. In some cases save a life. The start of depression is being alone. Or feeling it.

 

Now you may get an academic, or you may get someone like me. Hehehe. Seriously though, you will be matched up with someone with similar interests.

 

If you are retired, just one hour per week? Oh please, if I can get one person to do this I would be so thankful.

 

I only learned yesterday that 75 people in the UK per day are told their eyesight is failing. One person every hour goes blind. And 80% of V.I.P’s are out of work. Not because they want to be, but if you think of it, we can’t stack shelves, we can’t work in a garage or hair dressers, chemist or be a Doctor. We can be teachers tutors even professors as our brains can work as good if not better than sighted people, but if you have a read at the job pages, and you will then learn how important it is to see in the work place.

 

If you try it and you don’t like it, OK. Quit, no one is going to think anything other of you than a very kind person a selfless person who did give some time as your time is the most important thing to us.

 

Advert over and back to me. Thank you to my dearest little friend I received a thank you from her today for a birthday card for her daughter. She said the card could be understood. Thank goodness. So to my friend who made fun of me last week? OK, I won’t swear. Hehehe.

 

I’m just glad the card got there. I mean, posting now days is awful. It’s about 60p to post a letter but it has to be small. Not heavy either. It has to fit in a grid at the post office. Well ours is not accessible it’s a long way from here so I just post and pray. Sometimes putting more than necessary stamps on it to make sure it gets there.

 

OK, off to work as I am a day behind and I’m going to get that boy wonder of mine up.

THE ART OF WISH YOU WERE HERE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE ART OF WISH YOU WERE HERE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 A seaside breaze

 Waving palm trees

Coconut smells

 In the air

With salted rocks

And pretty shells

Seagulls flock

And old ship bells

A picture I would like to share

Dreams are made here

Without a care

Memories I hold dear

Of a sea town fair

Shuggy boats

Dinghy’s floats

Donkeys run along our coast

With ice cream waves

On sunny days

And lollypop melts

Among the sand dunes

Colourful balloons

And at great heights

Flying children’s kites

Such a life

No hassle

 A stress free pledge

Looking down at a castle

 Of golden sand

Names carved

In the dampened water’s edge  

And tunnels dug out by hand

Crumbling cliffs

A head in the sea mist

Telling tales of tears and such whit

Time to put on shoes

Now feet covered in sand, they won’t fit

Collecting stones on my way

Will return, another day

For this is my kingdom

A land of lost souls

Where I can connect

And feel so whole

For this ocean I have respect

As it for sure is in control

And can give me such peace

As I shelter with my maritime feast

Take in the fresh air

Without needing to have anyone there

I’m free as a bird

And a smile I can wear

From the ocean I have learned

In its power it can burn

Taking lives with waters so fierce

 Hacking down like old spears

Then gently drifting along

A raft with people on

Next clashing clouds

With devil sounds

And from the sky

Is flashing lights

The moon has spoken

The sea life are choking

Upturned boats

Now silent ghosts

And then before our face

Is such a calm place

Leaving behind the storm

Everything battered and warn

Out with the old

 And time for the reborn

For the ocean can be so cruel, an yet magical

We have to see it as a miracle

Something quite spiritual

And incredibly beautiful

Bitter cold now time to head home

But I will return to this land of a body thalassic

And paint my picture so beautifully classic

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015

DIARY OF OUR FIVE YEARS

Good morning Bloggets. Well today I thought that I would have breakfast before actually starting any housework. Such a luxury when you get up in the morning, just to sit and take toast, right? Well, it is to me. So my morning, I went to shower, decided that the shower needed washing, breakfast could wait ten extra minutes, I mean, it’s only one job!

 

Then why do the shower and leave out the sink and toilet? Oh then the windowsill and then the bin needed emptying. So OK just twenty minutes or so. Then of course the bed needed making and things that had been chucked on the floor I picked up. Then Hub left stuff hanging on the door handle of all places, so that needed putting away. Then to get ready and collect my cup as I had a tea before bed.

 

I went down stairs, the dogs were of course wanting out, but that was fine, as I would put in my toast, let them out and it would be ready for coming in.

 

As we came back in realising its really cold on this so called summer’s day, I heard the doorbell. I ran yes ran to the door, as the postie would run away as quickly as I ran to answer him.

 

As I put out my hands to receive the parcel, as the girls sent their Dad a gift for Father’s day last Thursday, I received nothing. It was my window cleaners. Yeah, brilliant, at last. I was over the moon to see them. I haven’t had a cleaner for my windows since the start of January. I do the down stairs myself, but no way up.

 

So then I ran to the grill, turned off my toast, ran to the box where we keep the gate key. Unlocked the gate down the narrow pathway. And welcomed my window engineers. Haha. I asked them where the heckers had they been? They said I was out the past twice they called. So I said I would go to get their money.

 

I ran to get it as didn’t want them waiting. Came back to them, waited for change and came in. Turned on the grill again, then my phone rang.  I answered that as it was a request for a poem I have been waiting for and took his details down, turning off the grill at the same time. Then the window cleaners left, I went to lock the gate put the key away and washed my hands. Then yes, time for breakfast. But, I noticed as I went to wash my hands in the kitchen sink that it needed washing. So I did that. Then, found some dishes on the side that needed putting away from last night. So then, at last breakfast time?

 

I realised that there wasn’t a loaf from the freezer as I asked Hub last night to bring one in. Obviously he forgot. So out to the garage freezer to fetch a loaf of bread for teen’s breakfast.

 

Came back to my ready toast. Nope. It wasn’t ready.

Oh great, our grill blew a fuse again. We need an electrician, but will do for what we can for now. It’s a nightmare. I mean, now, we can’t have toast for five days. When the fuse goes, it’s because water has got into the grill from the hob, so it takes almost a week to dry out.  We really need to buy a toaster again. We have been without one for months now and if the grill was reliable, great, but it’s not. Though I have been told until after September, we have to make do with what we have. So no toast, well, that is OK, for me but not for teen that eats it for breakfast.

 

So here I sit with my coffee.

 

I’m totally exhausted, phone calls doors ringing and now, I hear teen getting up and I’m dreading telling him there is no toast. At least I have been in the garage to fix the fuse box well, Bloggets, don’t be too impressed, it only involves flicking a switch. I just wish the grill was as easy?

 

How I love hotels, waking up, taking a shower that doesn’t have to be cleaned and dress from a wardrobe that is not stuffed with clothes so it’s easy to find what I need, no stress and down to a ready cooked breakfast with no dishes to wash afterwards. Oh that is a luxury.

 

Two days before our wedding Anniversary. I can’t believe we have been married five years?  Where have those years gone? 

 

So much we have been through in that time. Two divorces. Moving house, I have had two significant operations. The death of Hubs lovely Mum. My first beautiful guide dog dying and my second dog with Waggatail. Getting used to her and her ways, learning and teaching with her. The pure stress of moving house when everything went so wrong. And we all know of the two years of hell with the worst person my Son was involved with. They are having a summer break now then I think come August they will be back together as she won’t be able to live without him.  She already is finding it difficult. And trying to win him back. She and her family have given us over two years of hell and I wash my hands of her whatever she does now, whatever the  two of them do, they can get on with it. I don’t care anymore about their evil pathetic games.

My Husband left his job at the same company he worked for 22 years. He was so sad to go but for his health it had to be. He used to travel to countries all over the world and could quite easily be in three different countries and time zones for that one particular week. One day wearing a winters coat the next short sleeves the next a T shirt and back to winter again, all in a week from home to home. So he was fortunate to start immediate employment and had to get used to a totally different lifestyle. We both did as wages were halved. But he is healthy now and we no longer see each other two days and nights in twelve.  So a rough five years as I have only told you part of it, we have had so much greed from exes and thankfully that has sorted itself out too.

 

We have had some lovely times though, holidays friends, and teen passing his first year of college after receiving good results from not only college but school. Passing his driving test too. Our girls are doing great now, and life’s creases are ironing themselves out at last, though this time last year, I had the shock of losing my dearest longest friend of over twenty years. Not to dying but losing her to another lifestyle.

 

Hub and I are very much in love and are together forever I hope? Hehehe. He is the left side of my heart and I the right. Together we are and apart we can’t be.

 

We aren’t going out for our Anniversary for we are saving our money for the best gift and that is time with our kids in a few weeks. The best gift of all.

 

Teen has so much work to do and all he wants to do is the gym, so off he goes again. He noticed that the fridge wasn’t working. Oh great. Hehehe. It’s one of those days. What was I saying above about ironing out those creases?

 

OK off now I have writing to do and more posting. At least an easy dinner tonight. I have salmon new potatoes grilled tomato and I will see what fresh greens we have. For me? Hmm. God knows and he isn’t giving me a clue. Xxxx