TO MY DEAR BLOGGETS FROM ME TO YOU!

 For those who have donated today, thank you so much. One kind person wrote “Go out for a meal with our family or donate to Suki, and easy decision. How very kind. How moving. Another wrote “You don’t know me but your blogs move me.” I’m touched by all of your kindness. From the bottom of our hearts we thank you. Though today was a lovely day, Suki LC was never from my mind. I just thought, normally we would be out with her and now we depend on our friends, it could be three months before we next go to a shop. Our heart is still broken but you really really are making us smile with your kindness we love you all.

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WHERE'S THE BLOOMING SHOP?

Good evening Bloggets. How are we all tonight? Today, whatever time it is in your part of the world, or in my case whatever part of the galaxies you are all in?

 

Today was a great day. My besties came to visit. Hub was at work and I had a lovely day out, as my friends said, girls on tour.

 

Dear Hanz drove Trix and myself to a shopping centre for me to buy Hubs birthday presents.

 

Well. We were on a mission. Hub said he wanted a belt. I tell you, how boring are our designers? Plain plain plain.

 

When you can’t see you like texture or some kind of tactile pattern. They were as dull as dish water.

 

We were looking for one particular kind of shop. Well, could we find it? No we couldn’t we were on a wild goose chase.

 

Poor Hanz, the only sighted one among us two blindies, one of us on each arm. Smile. Said she couldn’t find this shop. I was positive it was there as I went with Geordie earlier in the year and at Christmas, I went with Di.

 

Anyway, we found it at last and it was really funny. At the end where we were, the staff in the shop were all so lovely normal and broad accent. The people shopping were really normal people.

 When we found out where we had to go to find the other shop, the posh one, oh, what a difference?

 

The clientele and shop assistance were so flipping howti totie!

 

Well it was there we decided a lunch break was called for as we had been on a hike for a while looking for this blooming shop.

 

Let’s just say I think collectively, we entertained the other members of public in this place of eatery.

 

Well. Along with their poshness and I don’t care if there is no such word as poshness, they had the personalities of a nat.

 

Trix and I were just chatting and laughing. And of course we can’t see who is looking at us, so we don’t care. Poor Hanz was probably cringing as she is only 22, so has an image to live up to smile.

 

Our baby girl did laugh a lot though, hopefully with us, not at us? Hahahahaha.

 

All in all it was lovely. Time flew. So different to being in the house.

 

Our friends are adorable and we are so close to them, but sadly like all of my friends I don’t see enough of them. I think my friends like us, or should I say  me in small doses. Haha. Gosh, I’m laughing, actually I’m not joking….. Well I don’t get out much. So when I do I love to talk and talktalktalk and talk.

 

, Came home Hub was in from work and we chatted more for another couple of hours. Hopefully it’s not long before I see them again, and more lovely hours can be spent.

 

Hub in bath now and Teen watching TV. And I have to check my mail then time to chill. Not as in sit next to the freezer with the door opened. But chill with a cupper and telly.

 

Lots of writing for me tomorrow and must do those interviews. Write up my diary for work done and to do.

 

And a proper dinner tomorrow as today I have been free of my duties of a housewife so my boys ate rubbish for dinner.

 

Before I go. Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

Soren Kierkegaard

And a quote I love.

Could a greater miracle take place, than for us to look through each other’s eyes?

Henry David Thoreau

“Well in my case, that would be a piggin miracle.

TUESDAYS DIARY NEWS AND VIEWS

 This week in the press there is lots of news around the Wet form of macular degeneration and stem cell, leading onto hope for those with the dry form too! As many people suffer with this blinding disease as do those with     Dementia here in the UK!

 

But since hearing last night on our news, I have had to look up the latest on the so called cure for common blindness.

 

As I let myself slip into a frenzy of fantastic screams of delight and disbelief. My Hub put my feet back on the ground, and told me not to get overexcited as always we are up in the air, only to be   knocked back down, but latest words in our press read. “Blindness soon could be reversed by transplanting cells into the eye, scientists said last night.

 

So nothing just yet saying cure for RP, but cure for blindness? That is hopeful.

 

Then my Hub asked me what would I prefer a cure now for those who haven’t gone blind or a cure for blind people? I replied without hesitation, a cure for partially sighted.

 

Why? Because I never want anyone to go through what I went through. I never want anyone to go to bed sighted and wake up blind. Especially unprepared people like what I was.

 

 The pain of losing your sight is far worse than actually being blind and not being able to see in my opinion.

 

Now I would really beg for a cure as our life would be so much easier and I could help those who there isn’t a cure for. It would be my mission. To see for me is a dream. I think I would walk around with a constant smile upon my face. The relief to be able to just live. Just to do normal things. To see my Sons face to see flowers, colour at last.  The simple things even those who are partially sighted take for granted, I dream to be able to do. It’s like when you have a loved one who is dying you know they don’t have long to live, the waiting is so painful. For a brief moment when you are told they have died, I believe it’s a shameful release, relief, whatever you call it.

 

Then the pain hits you and you suffer. But you can move on OK the load is heavier, but when you are standing waiting for your cart to be filled, wondering when it would be filled, how long you will be standing there? Then it’s full. And wham.

 

But then you have to push your load along and get over that line. Getting over that line takes a lot of courage. Only you can get yourself there but if you have wonderful support that line will come to meet with you.

 

If you don’t have support and when I went blind I didn’t. And even now, apart from our blind friends, we don’t really have a weekly support even monthly. We are trying to get a My Guide, this is a volunteer person who will go to the shops with us, but, there are no volunteers in our area.

 

We have thought about paying for help too. But pay who?

 

 Its silly things like Hub and I don’t have a clue what our house looks like from the outside. Our wedding photographs? Never seen them. And how much we wish we could go to our town and brows.  I have to believe that one day, there will be that cure for all blindness. And I think if they can get this latest operation to work out long term, we are on our way for that help.

 

Other stories in our news in the UK a 77 year old lady has been sent to jail for three and a half years for stabbing to death a paedophile. Oh my word. If I knew who she was, I would visit her and take her cakes. I’m outraged. You can have sex with a baby of six months and get six months in jail. Or kill that person who has done such an evil crime and get three and a half years? It’s absolutely disgraceful.

 

And get this story. An owner of a Mexican restaurant handed out

Sombreros and has been charged with racism. Say wha’a’at?

 

We are going crazy in the UK and that was before the red moon.

 

My Hub took his first steps today to being assessed for a new guide dog. Well, he has been approved so far. Wouldn’t it be funny if not tragic if he was turned down?

 

He did the walk of all walks locally with the lovely mobility instructor, who I really admire she is a great person and when she used to show me the routes she was brilliant.

 

And guess what? Oh this will shock you. Guess who came today? Go on guess?

My gardener.

Oh pick me up off the floor.

 

Don’t get too excited, he didn’t do the job; he will give me a quote and then do it. Gosh, how much will he be? I know not as much as the others as he is an honest person this is why I have wanted him to do the job all along. He did my drive and fence. He did the best job.

 

Hub working hard from home and teen at work. Tomorrow my little bestie is coming to visit. Then Thursday, I will have to do some work with my media.

 

Our bird has been quiet for a few hours, gosh; I’m going to tap his cage to see if he’s OK? Smile, I know he is, I can hear him rattling around but not to sing for so long?

 

OK welly gate continues. My Son moved his Welly’s from the front to the side garden. Now, what is the next stage?

The back garden where the hose is? How long before they get washed and put away?

 

Right, going now to check my texts I can hear it going mad there are a lot of them building up; hopefully one of them is my gardener. If not, I will be sure it will be next year before I will get him out.

 

My Sister in law said she would come to do it, but if she has spare time, I would love to go clothes shopping. As for tomorrow with my Trix and Hanz, I hope to buy Hub at least a birthday card.

 

Later with love.

 

DIARY OF HOME LIFE IN OUR NEWS AND SOUTH AFRICA

Good evening Bloggets. A late blog for me today. Just watching our news and learning of the close of our steel works in Teesside. Why? Well The Chinese can make it cheaper. Really for goodness sake when will we learn to look after our own? China is going to control the world and we can’t see it. They own our water, gas electric they own part of a nuclear power station that is going to be built in the UK and now they are partly to blame for making seventeen hundred people redundant in the UK.  I say partly, because our Government shouldn’t allow our industry to be closed. How is it cheaper to buy from China than on our doorstep? And what is the fascination with China?

 

Now, in Mars there has been salted water found. Mars is more habitable than what we thought. So who wants to live there? Not the Chinese, but we might if we have our gas, electric and water turned off…

 

Why on earth do we not look after our own planet before we try to learn how to live on another?

 

Just clean up this earth rather than give up on it? It’s totally possible to do that. So we destroy our planet then move onto another.

 

Doctors in London protested today over proposals to make them work on Saturdays.

 

Our Doctors will end up so tired they are bound to make mistakes.

 

Already they work about sixty hours per week.  And most young Doctors work three weekends out of four. Our Government want our Drs to work seven days per week. Well, it’s not like we can’t get medical attention at weekends, the NHS never sleeps.

 

As for my day? Well, my dear friend Geordie and I had lunch at her house. Her Mum made some lovely homemade soup and we had salad and chocolate cake.

 

Such a lovely family. I feel so jealous of my friend having both her parents still and the best thing is they are really healthy. I love my friends company. Her beautiful house too. It’s the first time I have been out socially since my Hubs guide dog died. So first time in ten days.

 

Tomorrow Hub will start the procedure for a new guide dog, but Lord knows how long he will wait? I only hope for the sanity of him and myself, it’s not too long.

 

Autumn is here. The nights are closing their curtains earlier and the metal squares on our walls are releasing heat now with our house shivering, shamefully earlier this year I’m sure. September and its cold enough to turn on the heating.

 

Teen played golf today as well as the gym. Hmm that is a funny one. He went to the sauna and whilst he was there, a man came in!

 Naked!

An old man.

Yack?

Teen said he, as in teen, didn’t spend much time in there…..

 

My brother is on business in South Africa. I have a faithful Blogget from SA, he/she visits each day so now my brother is there, and SA might make it on the stats at the end of the month. Right now, they have to catch up with Poland, as they, Poland that is, are in tenth position

OK going now to look up some news about a cure for blindness. Its not what I have RP, but any cure wil lead to one for us RP’s, right? So as soon as I learn, I will let you know. But its from the UK.

 

So hope my Bloggets. And hope for my love tomorrow, as he begins his long road to find another faithful furry friend, to follow the footsteps of our beautiful girl Suki/LC  and on that note, Bloggets we are up to £600 now On our fund raising to name a Guide Dog puppy after our big girl xx

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OMELETTE ANYONE?

Well, the quiche is made. You have no idea how much I was shaking during making this? I cook. I have cooked all of my life but when you have the best quiches from my Mother in law years ago when she was alive, she was known for many things, and baking was one of them. Then you have two friends who make absolutely delicious ones, and then there is me.

 

Now, I never measure, I don’t look up recipe’s either I just go for it….

 

Hub kept asking, “Don’t you want to go on the net and look up the ingredients at least?”

Nope.

Why you may ask. Well it is then when I get more anxious recipes to me are some kind of decoding system. Smile.

 

Double Dutch as my Mum used to say. Double Dutch. Where does that come from? There are a host of phrases in English that include the word Dutch in them. Well the Netherlands are on our doorstep after all. Mind you, so is France. They say its trade and war. Both England and Holland have a vigorous wide ranging maritime trading tradition which dates back to the 16^th century. England imported many commodities from Holland and gave them Dutch names.     

You may have heard of

Dutch cheese? Dutch barn? Dutch hoe and Dutch courage.

 

Well, back to my quiche. Haha. I’m going to attempt to slice it now. But I can tell you I don’t have much faith as it did have the look about it, the pastry that is, like a knitted jumper. A little wholly.

 

It may be omelette for dinner tonight.

SPIRIT OF THE DOGS

Good morning Bloggets. From a foggy start to a little sun outside. Walking down stairs today I still had that deep sadness of the knowledge of being met by just our one dog opposed to two. But, it was really odd. I almost was sure I could hear LC’s floppy ears flapping as she shook herself as both our dogs do when they wake up.

 

I said nothing to Hub, he let little Wagga out to pollute and he said she chased something in the garden, now I’m sure it was a cat, but I would love to think it was our LC coming back.

 

Okay this is when my Bloggets go, oh no, not again? I’m not saying this was a spiritual thing going on this time, I’m 99 per cent sure it was a cat as for the floppy ears? A mind thing going on.  For me to believe it was more will take more. Like last year when we lost our little Black beauty, it was for sure physical. Both Hub and I experienced that. So far we haven’t had that. Hub says LC won’t be back. I don’t know why he thinks that. I really want to feel her one more time. My BB came back only the once. For our dogs? They too saw her. DO you remember   reading about it? Both dogs acted really really odd that day and night. LC came from her dog run stopped half way down the garden, froze and those who knew our LC, would know for her to stand still off harness, is an impossibility for her to do!

 

She looked slightly up, Hub told me to come and see her. I went and you would have thought she would have moved? No, she stayed so still. Then just walked ever so slowly back in the house. All that day she and Waggs were really different. And it was that night, when both Hub and I smelt her.

 

Before she died she had a distinct fragrance about her. Hub the kind of non-believer in the spirit world, looked down, said

“Is that you girl?”  The air in the house was dry. So dry. Then, whoosh. Gone. And never came back.

 

You can say what a load of rubbish, but until you experience anything like it, you shouldn’t really dismiss others beliefs or words.

 

I am a strong believer in the spiritual world. I used to go to a spiritual church. I know there are more out there who are fake than not, but I know what I have felt since I was a little girl, and it’s not the normal, but I have never been normal.

 

Wherever our girl is, I hope that rainbow is bright for her with that pot of gold at the end full of love as she totally deserves it.

 

Thank you so much whoever has been the three people who have donated overnight and this morning in the UK for the name a puppy Suki cause. We are touched by your kindness. X

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FOOD IN THE MUD

Good evening Bloggets. How are you all?  We are OK little Wagga is in her bed dreaming. She is making the oddest sounds. She is the most silent of little dogs I have ever had. If someone comes to the door, she runs to it, making such a scene with eighteen, no, sorry, four paws. It just sounds like eighteen. Really she sounds like some kind of flying foot forum, or like she is having some sort of fit! But, she never ever barks. It’s weird. Only Hub can get her to bark, and to do that he has to pull a funny face and pretend to growl. Haha. As you do.

You don’t?

Oh!

Well he does.

 

In Wage’s dreams, she growls. I kind of hope it is her playing with LC. As LC had a growl like a lion. Little Wagga used to love her big sisters playful powerful noises. Gosh, wow. Remember when I used to tell you about when I first got my Wagga? LC would put the whole of Waggas head in her mouth. Teen used to say that all you could see was one eye popping out of LC’s mouth. I mean, how did LC know not to have a bit of a bite? One crunch and that would have been bye bye Wagga.

 

LC was a gentle giant though.

 

You know my Son came from his music festival four weeks ago? Well, only learned on Friday, that his wellies are still outside. How embarrassing. The taxi driver told Hub, or asked him, were they his? they are under the seat in the front garden. So that is why we haven’t found them.

   

I asked teen to move them; he said he would after he had a lay down. He lay down this afternoon.

He got up, showered ate and out.

Wellies?

Still there.

 

That was after he had a full tea service on the landing outside of his   bedroom door. How did I know about that? Because I crashed into it. I mean, oddly enough, two plates, a dish, two cups and three glasses, is something I don’t expect to find on my landing.

 

Now one cup short and a cut toe.

And the wellies still there.

 

We will do welly gate and see how long they take to be washed of all festival mud and put away.

 

So rather than have Mondays Tuesday and so on diary, we will have welly day. Smile.

 

 

Tomorrow I’m going to attempt making a quiche. Now among my two friends, Trix and JB, I have tough competition. As their quiche is even better than my Mother in laws was. Bless her. I used to love her visits to us. She was so kind. Always brought us loads of food she had either made or picked from the garden. One year with her I got before we lost her. I was so many years without my Mum and at last I found a Mum in her.  But not to be. She did say bless her just before she died, that she was really pleased Hub found someone good and kind before she died. So she could be at peace at last.

 

I hope she was talking about me? ()

 

I have bought all of the ingredients for my quiche even has the dish to put it in with a loose bottom.

 

Oh, that didn’t sound too good, did it? A loose bottom? Hopefully after my quiche, we won’t have a loose bottom. Haha.

 

On that note, I shall go for now but before I do some words.

Yogi Berra said

“You better cut the Pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.

 

A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefor if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite.

Leo Tolstoy

 

I love this one.

“You can tell of a fellow’s character by his way he eats jellybeans.”

Guess who said that?

Go on, have a guess?”

Ronald Reagan

 

Nighty night Bloggets. X

the autumn call by fiona cummings

THE AUTUMN CALL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The golden rain falls

As the autumn calls

The nights are now nipping

On wet leaves footsteps are gripping

The sun is silver now in the autumnal sky

Our summer has said   goodbye

    I ask myself why?

Darkness like a heavy blanket

Stolen sunsets by a bandit

Like a useful gambit

Bowing branches bare and brittle

Air so thin wind like a whistle

Sounds so silent played like the fiddle

Summer still streams now have a ripple

The gentle breaze blows just a little

Autumn colours

End of the line flowers

Peering through windows

Flames orange and yellows

Old stone hearths

Frame the amber flame

Wrap in our scarf

This is a rehearsal for winter

Where ice will cut like a splinter

But this is a season

So let me reason

At least we will have after winter

Spring then summer

What a world we would live in

If all year was the same

Where the wind was so tame

And we would pray for rain

Or our land would be covered in snow

And nothing would grow

So on this autumn day

Just let me say

Think of those souls

Who have gone away

And live on our streets

In all kinds of seasons

Where their hearts are hurt

And insides are bleeding

We have a choice to be hot or cold

 their pain is so bold

It’s written on their face

No satin or lace

Or warm covers by night

For all they have is the swinging street light

We make our homes cosy

Cheeks all rosy

After an early evening walk

Among crispy leaves beneath our feet

I won’t complain about it getting cooler

As I have a choice

So when I hear that voice

Of the autumn calling

I will rejoice

And catch those leaves falling

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015

SATURDAYS DIARY

 One week ago we sat with our dearest friends the day after our dreadful news. We painted on our smiles and when they left, we both said it was good they came as they made us appear normal for some hours. But when they left we crumbled. I wanted them back so much. I didn’t like where we were the place was cold dark and fearful.

 

One week on and how do we now feel? Well, neither of us have cried today for the first time since we lost our beautiful guide dog. We have been encouraged by kindness with my Husbands Just giving page to name a guide dog puppy after our LC/ Suki.

You have helped us to raise almost £400 so £2,100left to go. Then another little girl will go onto train to be the eyes of a blind or partially sighted person with our baby’s name.

 

Hub is talking about what he can do to help raise money. He wants to do something with music but then there is the side where he wants to do a pigging sky dive!!!

“Say. Whaa’aat?

Well, we discussed that. I said no.

Next?

A parachute jump.

“Whaa’aat?

And this blooming list went on.

I told him he could sing, he said no way he was singing. He would do something with keyboards / piano, but not singing. If you Bloggets could hear him sing, he is simply amazing.

 

I’m going to have a ladies lunch. Now that will involve me baking cakes right?

Wrong. Em. I have a dear neighbour who can bake a cake and the rest will come from the shop. Or as I said last week. Chocolate crispies will do. If our daughter lived here we would be absolutely fine as she makes the best cakes.

 

Teen came home. What more can I say? He had two drinks all night. What I can tell you is this. He stayed in the room with his Uni friend and seven other lads’ friends of his. So nine in a tiny student room one single bed.

“So Son, what was it like on the floor of your friends room?”

Don’t know Mum. I had the bed……

Well.

 

I learned today that a top Scientist reads my blogs. Why? Oh my. Suddenly one feels pressured to write something with an intellectual nature…

 

Best go off and eat some greens. Smile.

 

OK going for dinner now. I made teen’s favourite leek pie. Later with love. X

 

FRIDAYS DIARY

 Today our Son drove forever to a job proposal. His boss offered him promotion some time ago and he was so happy but sadly it was far too far away and with the petrol, insurance for a young lad and the risk of his dodgy car breaking down, he had to turn it down. His boss didn’t give up and asked him would he train closer and come back to his job where he is working now, and just wait until there is a position locally? Teen agreed. He had to go for a meeting today with his new boss for the next couple of months. He got to about two and a half miles away from the fifty minute drive his Sat Nav broke down, went flat or something, I did say last night to charge it, but I was nagging. So it didn’t get done and guess what? Hmm. Nagganagganagnag

 

So he sorted that out and on his way. Well, two miles away from his place he needed to be, loads of guys on the road and trucks with machinery. Teen gets out of his car.

“What’s going on lads?”

The road is closed mate.”

How do I get to where I need to be?”

Well, they started to tell him, he got very confused asked how long it would take to get there, they told him half an hour.

 

Well, long and short of it is, his boss to be, had to leave early so by the time teen would have got there, he would only have half an hour with his boss. So he was told by his boss here, to turn around and come home. So all of that petrol wasted.

 

Right now he is making sure the girls in a new town are OK. He is with his friend who is at University in that place.

 

I just hope there will be no little sounds of pitta patter in some months to come. I did remind him to take protection and I didn’t mean a knife… He wasn’t impressed with me.

 

I just hope he won’t get in a state like he was the last time he was out? Thankfully he only goes out once every three or four weeks. He’s not working tomorrow but won’t be home till lunch time. He has to get a train back home too. I can’t wait to hear the stories from him. As he is staying in a room of his friends at University. A tiny student room and there are seven lads. All tall boys. All I’m sure queuing for the one toilet.

 

No sleep for me until tomorrow evening as won’t be able to sleep all night knowing he is on the rampage. The place he has gone to isn’t too nice either.

 

I wouldn’t be a teenager again if I were paid. Mind you, I don’t think I ever was a normal teen. Well, I don’t think I was ever, anything normal?

 

Right I’m off to the land of pictures now. As I lay not being able to sleep, I see films in my head. Imagination, whatever you call it. I would say day dreams but its night and not dreams for sure as I’m awake.

Confused? I am. It’s late been a long day. My baby just text to let me know he is fine. Bless him. I bet the other kids don’t let their parents know how they are. I love him. So far he still can text. That is a good sign….

 

Sweet dreams dearest Bloggets and a note to Lisa Marie, my  beautiful friend from the US, Hands together it’s a waiting game and one day when it’s the right time, our time, let’s hope we will all be reunited with our loved ones. Xxxx

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PRINCE WILLIAM AND HARRY AND THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

Well that was a turn up for the books? Remember what I said about chapter in my last blog?

 

In our news this week the two Princes William and Harry, spent time on a building site for charity. They were actually doing some work though I expect just for the cameras, but they were dressed in hard hats and so on! They were helping to build houses for wounded soldiers. I thought that was a lovely idea. Then I thought, wow, what it must be like to live in a house that you can say

“This house was built by our King? Well, he is the future king.

I wouldn’t ever want to sell it? I must say I do like the two boys, well, men I guess now. They are so lovely and really down to earth. I don’t know how that has happened, as they were so young when Princess Dianna died. I will never forget little Harry crying his eyes out walking behind his Mums coffin. What those two kids must have felt is tragic. They were very young when the person who would have kept their feet on the ground died, how have they turned out so normal?

 

Over the reign, the Queen has given regular Tuesday audiences to ten British Prime Ministers. From Winston Churchill, to present. The scary thing is, I think six of them, have been in my, lifetime. Note to one’s self, I’m not that old? Really, I’m not?

 

In London a man’s partially decomposed body has been found tied to a shopping trolley in the canal. How awful.

 

Now have you heard Pope Francis of late? Well, I’m sorry; nothing at all against his religion, but that man scares me. His voice is really creepy. He sounds like a ghost.

 

Starbucks is to provide interest free loans to its employees, to help them afford a deposit on a rental property.

“That’s kind, so will they say would you like cream with your coffee, or a house?

 

It’s sunny today and forecast to be a lovely weekend in England. I hope it will be warm enough to be able to sit outside?  Then I think we will put away our garden chairs and so on. Teen Out tonight so I think I know who will be in bed most of tomorrow? And it won’t be me. I also think I know who won’t be getting much sleep if any tonight, and that won’t be the person out and about. Teen travelling by train and out all evening and tomorrow morning. Oh boy you should hear where he is staying? More on that later.  

I hope you have a pleasant weekend with love from your Fifi Blogger.

FRIDAYS DIARY

Good afternoon Bloggets. What a week. Moving along not on, but along, our Son is on his way for a long drive. To a different chapter in his life story. Turning the pages and hoping for a happy ending.

 

Well, I wouldn’t want to repeat this week for sure. As for my darling Husband, I hope he is OK at work. I’m so proud of him. Last night we both had more tears he said that the pain in his heart is excruciatingly painful.

Yep, I know that feeling.

 

My sister in law was due today but last night sent a text to say she was busy with things she has to do at home, in a way this is good as it gives us more time to try and get this blooming Gardner to come out as I really feel bad for my Sister in law doing the work in the garden. What is going on with our guy I do not know? Now since March we have been trying to get him out.  Hmm. As I said he did the best job on our drive and fence charged more than other people who gave us quotes but we knew we could trust this guy as we heard from another lady he was a fantastic worker and oh boy he was. But doesn’t want to garden. Why not? This is his original job, Hub told me to ask him one more time and then just delete his number.

 

I’m going to get stuck into housework today I have two interviews to do but I just can’t face them today. I will do them Monday morning before my lovely friend Geordie comes for me. I’m so pleased to say I’m going out to her house. I wish she lived near so I could walk Wagga I miss being able to walk her somewhere nice. I love Geordie though she is good for my soul. Then on Wednesday, my dearest Trix and Hanz are coming for the day we may go to the shops. Whatever we do stay in or out, it will be lovely. Hub on Tuesday has a meeting about getting on the list for another guide dog. Oh please let it be soon? My love needs his help back. He is totally distressed he isn’t like me; he is independent a hard worker and traveller. As for Hubs Just giving cause, wow you have all been so very kind. My dear friend Dorothy has shared the link every single day on her Facebook page and my neighbour Di is helping to raise awareness and has donated as well as got her Mum and friend to donate too. From friends in the US to here in the UK I want to thank you all you have touched our wounded souls. If together we do what we can to help Guide Dogs UK we won’t need to be waiting so long on the list for a dog.

 

My Son told me last night that our Wagga has started to do something unique that our Suki/LC used to do. That is scratch her chest with her back leg. He said she never used to do that he has never seen her do it until this week. Oh bless our Suki; she used to look so funny when she did it. As her body was so long with that very long face and this long leg would come from nowhere and scratch and look so funny. Like a cartoon character.

Tomorrow will be difficult as that is the day Hub and I would be going to our town and of course now we can’t. We have applied for a My Guide this is a volunteer who will meet us and guide us around the shops. But sadly there are no volunteers in our area. Please please ask about the My Guide service in your area? Even for one hour per week you could allow someone to be free of their four walls. We have enough to deal with in life, without being like prisoners.

 

What crime have we done?

 

It’s coming up to Guide Dog week soon, the first week in October. Please turn on the light for those in the dark?

With love my dearest Bloggets. We have reached well over 90 thousand views now and guess what blog has been viewed the most?

http://fiona-cummings.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/the-most-difficult-diary-i-have-ever.html

 

That has had four hundred views. In one week. My girl is a part of everyone’s heart. R.I.P Suki

https://www.justgiving.com/peter-osborne/

 

 

PLEASE HELP?

https://www.justgiving.com/peter-osborne/

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Gosh I’m starving. And my Husband? He hasn’t been in his gym since before our holiday. Such a shame. As for me in the gym? Well three times this week.

Well, that is where we keep the dryer and freezer?

Joking, well, not really, it is where we keep that but I did step on the treadmill; just to see if it still works. As for my Sons lecturing me about weight loss? I did do well for three days in a row. I halved my bread and as my clever sharp Bloggers are ahead of me, no, not in half for my plate but half the amount.

 

Then it went a little wrong. I blame the weather. It’s cold damp and my bones need a cover on them.

 

What do you mean they have two quilts already?

Cheeky…..

 

Darling Son in bed needing a long lay in after his hectic week of work. I don’t know what my neighbours do, we are detached our house that is, not me and my neighbour we get on well…. And the noises that come from my wall in my Livingroom, not voices just banging sounds like metallic. As though moving things around. They may be in their garden, but it is the oddest noise. As it’s like someone raking across my wall. Can’t explain it any better. There is kind of a springy sound at the end of the metallic banging….

You know when you start something and you wish you hadn’t?

Shall I delete the above paragraph? Well, if you are reading it, I guess not.

 

Going back to food. Oh last night I so badly wanted to eat my Mums Sunday dinner without the meat of course. I could taste it, smell it too and it’s been seventeen years almost since I had her dinners. I so miss her cooking. And the sheer amount. Wow. It was huge her portions. And I never complained.

 

Last night for dinner I made our favourite roast veg. Baby tomatoes, courgettes, garlic, shallots and peppers with nut oil drizzled over and a couple of spoons of peanut butter. Stir it around and put them in the cooker. The boys had roast potatoes with meatballs in a rich tomato sauce. The flavour was delicious but not even close to my Mums homely food.

 

Last night on our news it said in the UK we are now experiencing longer nights than days as far as the dark is concerned. Oh that is so depressing don’t you think? I really wish we lived in a hot country. Not too hot though. Even though we can’t see the sun, we feel it we smell it and our bodies react to it in a positive way.

 

You have possibly heard of the condition you get when you don’t have sunlight? Well, blind people never see it hence why a lot of us get depression but not even to feel it and really this year in the UK has been the worst summer I have ever known for heat. We have had the odd few hot days but nothing close to summer….

 

Hub learned some sad news today about one of his taxi drivers. He’s leaving the company. Shame as he is one of the clever guys. Some of the stories I get back from Hub, oh my word. To sit with a driver for so long in a day to hear about what they come out with? Goodness…. Let’s just say, I’m surprised that one of them can walk streight…. Not because he’s drunk or hard of seeing, but think more of his legs? Imagine riding a horse? And he’s not a jockey….  Are you with me?

No?

Oh.

T.M.S “

But a lot of them are lovely too. So the taxi drivers reading this will now all be looking around to see who’s wearing the jodhpurs?

 

Just had a read through this don’t normally bother and I’m not going to change anything, as struggling right now with the brain…. But, how many times can one write

Last night?

 

Well, I shall leave you for now with what I hope are some nice words. Kind words is nourishment for the soul, just as healthy food is good for the body! I love to read and write words that will give strength for the day.

 

“Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about.”

Sir Winston Churchill

“Life is like riding a bicycle to keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

          Albert Einstein

 

“Our greatest glory is not how in never falling, but in rising every time we fall

Confucius

 

“In the dim light of today, are the shadows of yesterday’s affliction and the hope of tomorrow’s gifts.

Ariana Carruth

“Connections are made from the heart, not the tongue”

 

“If you stay in your safe pond, you may never experience the beautiful ocean out there.

 

“It’s not the storms that kill you, but the agony of the lacking in ability to be able to control the sun!”

 

“Should we look backwards, to stay where we are, or look forward to have a future?

 

Fiona Cummings

YOU ARE JUST GIVING

 Good morning Bloggets. Up really early. I’m waking and feel OK for three quarters of a second then

Whoosh

Kick

Right in the stomach and that twisted knife blade right into my heart.

Burning through my stomach oh the pain is awful. I really really am tearful today. I just asked above, how come they can remove a life but not the pain we feel? So we have for some reason to suffer, alright, how long for? I know it’s only been a week tomorrow, but can we please be freed from this agony NOW?

 

I’m so touched by the generosity of you all on our Just giving page

http://www.justgiving.com/peter-osborne

 

Hubs Brother Rob has been amazing he is on a mission and has asked his work colleagues to help to raise money to name a guide dog puppy after our Suki. I have said so many times, it costs in a guide dogs life time £50,000 and all that money is charity money. Our kind, not, Government doesn’t pay a penny towards our guide dogs so we rely on you. I can’t believe how kind Robs colleagues who I have never met, Hubs never met are. Mind you, some of them are good old Geordies. Where I used to live. Where I come from, but, Hubs page has received donations from the sunny south of the UK and other areas. A lovely lady a couple of days ago donated a whopping £50 I do worry if people can afford that though, so we really are equally as grateful for £1 $1 whatever currency you are in. You can text a donation too by going into a new message putting in the number

70070 then in capital letters without a space, PEFI99 so for my friends who are unable to see this information I will write again leaving spaces.

7 0 0 7 0

P E F I, 9 9

 

I am so naive at all of this when texting, I wondered how people put in their card details? And learned that the one pound or however much is donated, as after the PEFI99, you put in your amount of money with your pound or whatever currency you wish, sign followed by the number 1,2 or whatever. The money comes off your phone bill. How clever is that?

 

It’s raining here the house is rather quiet. Hub and I say at night times when he is home from work, how we miss our Suki. Long Chops filled not only our hearts but our home with such love. Little Waggatail is really missing her. She’s bored. I’m going to go to our local shop later to buy milk. So this will give her some work though not very exciting for her or me. Sadly my girl gets anxious if we attempt bigger places, she’s not the only one. This is where we miss our Suki. She would lead the way with Hub and I knew we would be very safe me with my white cane as I say, I can’t take Waggs to town or anywhere big.  So I would take my cane. I would feel safe, not sure pedestrians well the general public felt safe, as I did take a few people out with my illegal weapon. Smile.

They didn’t

 

Saturdays will not be the same anymore. Gosh, what will we do with our time? I’m dreading them now. I really am. I am desperate for my Hub to get another guide dog, but as you all know, he could be waiting up to two years as there is a list and not enough money to train and recruit staff for Guide Dogs. Imagine your world where by you have to wait two years for your glasses? Let’s hope we will be lucky and not wait that long.

 

The time I’m dreading is the day Hub has to go to a meeting via train. Oh gosh.  For my nerves worrying about him won’t be good but for Hub? Knowing that his Suki used to just do everything without any stress. Now what will he do? Of course he has his white cane but he is the driver of that and obviously canes can’t see, where as a guide dog can, and avoids so much a cane cant.  

 

I will so miss going into town, just being able to put on our shoes prepare a very excited dog and head on our adventures. That freedom a good guide dog gives. A blind world is truly a difficult one and can be very depressing. But with our guide dogs, we are free and this makes our dark worlds a brighter place to be.

 

I promise this will be the last sad blog as I’m sure you are all getting cross about it. I just write what I feel.

 

Our girl was our best friend, our family the soul of the house always full of life my Husbands freedom and mine in a huge way. With our girl we could climb mountains. Hub hopes to raise £2,500 to name a little guide dog hopeful Suki. And so far we have £300 so thank you so much once again without you, Guide Dogs UK wouldn’t be.

 

JUST GIVING

 My Husband is coping with the loss of his Guide dog as he now has a focus on his project of naming a puppy. This pup could become a guide dog for someone like us. If you can help in any way, please can you donate either on the just giving website I will put the link at the bottom or text? You can donate by text anything from £1 and every amount counts.

 

It costs £2,500 to name your own puppy. Of course our name a pup will be called Suki, after the special girl herself.

 

For those who have shared this information, thank you so much as if everyone who reads this shares the information, then hopefully one person will help to make this wish come true. We want to make it so that another person like my Husband never has to go through the worry stress and panic of not being able to get out of the house because they don’t have a guide dog. As Guide Dogs UK is a charity and receive no Government funding so we need you!

 

For those who have already donated, I’m so grateful. My Husband is overwhelmed. Your generosity means the world to us. Come on dearest Bloggets, no matter what country you are in, please please can you help?

Text all in capital letters without a space

PEFI99 to 70070  then the amount you would like to donate. Anything from £1 or if you would like to donate on the just giving website, if you live in the UK, you can tick gift aid too this means the charity gets extra money at no cost to you.

 

www.justgiving.com/peter-osborne

 

Thank you all from my heart to yours.