SIMPLY STRESSED

Good evening Bloggets. Well, if you read my earlier blog, you will know that Hub and the Little Fella went to town. They got back OK but Little Fella? Oh gosh, this time he did his doggy doodle right outside M&S and not only that, he threw up twice. Thankfully not on the bus or in the shops, but a passer-by told Hub it was a funny colour. He went out for a free run at work yesterday the dog that is, not Hub… So whether he ate something who knows. I just know that Hub was a little tense when he got in. He said it’s such a shame because his work is ten out of ten and it must have been, as they went to all the places he needed to go and not only that, he went to the places Hub didn’t want to go. Like soap shop I love and our hairdressers but of course you still praise your guide dog as you may need to go there next time. You just say not today. Such a clever LF but sadly the messing is a huge issue as apart from the inconvenience of picking it up its where to put it when you have done that? If you can see, you see a bin, if not, well, you end up with one more bag than you intended shopping for.

 

For all those amazing people out there who are working hard training pups for Guide Dogs, please can you help us out by trying to teach them not to spend whilst in harness? I know it can be done as I have a few friends whose dogs never do that, mind you, I am blaming partly the dog food they are on right now, it’s gross and my Wagga has put loads of weight on and she is getting more free runs than ever now. Its greasy biscuits. And it stinks. Waggs doesn’t like it either. So may be looking into how we can change it, I have never had an overweight dog. And she is some lbs over. Not many yet, but enough. Also she is going to the toilet much more now on the new food than ever. If you are not a guide dog owner in the UK I will change the subject now…

 

Teen out again and its silly hour. I really was shocked when he told me where he was going. I was really angry. He is driving one hour and fifteen minutes away so two and a half hours drive he left about half nine tonight. Its wild with wind and he is driving a dangerous car I hate it. It’s going for its service soon and will cost him a fortune to get it fixed but at least then it will be OK!

 

It was four this morning or should I say yesterday as it may be after midnight. He got in from a night out. He’s young catching up on his three years where he was trapped in a awful relationship so he is letting his hair down but kind of being a bit stupid at times as he is going to have to pay a fortune for the miles he’s doing over.

 

I hope tomorrow we get a lay in. This is why I really don’t want teen to be late as through the week, we are awake at five with teen going to work then Hub up at half six and at weekends, teen out till four sometimes six in the morning, so our sleeping is upside down and I’m getting rather exhausted. He has to play though but just wish he would come in at normal times even if it was two? But that is boring and will mean he leaves parties etc. before his pals and sometimes this means he comes home on his own and I would rather he came back safe with numbers. As for tonight? As I said, its wild storms and he has gone to the beach. Just a week or so after a poor young girl died as she was swept away. My nerves are shot.

 

DIARY OF THE DOGGY DOODLE DANCE

Good day Bloggets. Well whilst my very brave Husband has gone to our busy town, I’m here chatting to you after putting a load of washing in the machine and refilling the dishwasher. I’ve just vacuumed the floors and now waiting for the return of the terrific twosome. I just hope our Little Fella hasn’t done a whopping doggy doodle in the middle of the town.

 

Hub is so brave. I will never understand how he does what he does. He says he gets anxious but not like me at the thought of falling or getting run over, but just by getting lost. And how on earth does he find his way around our town? If you knew it you would understand. There are hardly any steps, which are a great thing, but, if no steps, how do we know where we are? If we are taught a route where you go down a step cross then on the up turn right, and so on, but if flat all the way, how do you know when to turn? Also there are loads of tourists. Well, normal shoppers go to where they need to be and go in the shop. Tourists stop and look up to the tall buildings so not seeing what is coming towards them. I have told you before, I have taken quite a few tourists out in my time and I’m not talking on a date. Haha. Sending them off their feet but hey, made a fun picture?

 

Hub has got to do a few jobs but one of them is to pick up his watch. I bought him a Bradley watch last year for Christmas stunning can’t fault the brand or design but the battery needed changing and it cost £20 for that plesure. I mean, I hope that won’t be the cost next time? They said because the screw looked warn. Hmm. It was brand new as I said… Never mind yet another pain about not being able to see. You go where you know rather than shop around.

 

Teen got in from his, well; I can’t say night out, so time out at four in the morning. As I opened the front door after receiving a text telling me he would be home in one, I asked one minute, or one hour, he replied, I’m here. So I guess he meant one minute! He walked in carrying a cool drink of coke and a bag of chicken bites…. So, is that supper, breakfast, or what?

 

OOooooo I hear the key in the door. Great few I can breathe now he’s home. Kettle will need to go on laters gators. X

NO OMELETTES PLEASE?

Good day it’s the weekend again. This weekend I’m determined to relax. I don’t think we have had time to relax in months. And our schedule is such that I’m not sure we will have time in the coming weeks. Just with this and that life. Nothing exciting or anything just life.

 

It’s horrible out there. I have just had a clown to the door too. Not a funny one either. I knew he was coming it was a meeting but really, why do I always get them? Anyway he has given me worked to do so that’s OK.

 

When I came down stairs this morning I was a little anxious as there was no wagging tail at the bottom of the stairs. I shouted on Wagga, thought, oh my life? She got out when Hub left for work over an hour earlier at silly o clock. Oh no, where is she? It was awful. Her little bed empty, the lounge door open and no pitta patters on the floor from her claws to wood. Hub had two enormous items to carry to work today and I thought him with those, and the Little Fella, his work bag an all. Waggs got out the front door.

 

I’m like a mad woman at this point shouting her name my heart pounding. I opened the kitchen door, in runs a Wagging Wagga. She wouldn’t bark you know? My little Black Beauty was the same. I will never forget the day I locked her outside. She never made a sound in the house. She was like a stuffed teddy bear. Just sat in the corner on her bed and only played if you asked her bless her, I’m sure thoughts through her mind were. “OK. Time to entertain Mum. The things a dog has to do…  Let’s get it over with then I can take myself back to bed.”

 

Our darling Long Chops after we had let them in began to nudge me. We were engrossed in the film we were watching. I told her to lie down. She wouldn’t and nudged again. I stroked her thinking she was just needing some attention. Carried on watching the telly. Then LC jumped up on me. She was a hu’u’uu’uu’ge girl long from head to tip of tail about six feet. I said to Hub, she must need to go out again? Well, I went to the door and it was pouring with rain and as I opened the door, a poor little soaked through BB looking so pathetic. Oh I felt so awful. Cruel. I went to get her towels and just cuddled her on the floor. Her little tail wagged just at the very end. She wasn’t a Wagga our Black Beauty, AKA Hannah. If you could put dogs on anti-depressions, she would have gone through jars.

 

LC didn’t want to go out, she was telling us her big sister who wasn’t so big in fact she was tiny, was outside in the cold and rain. Now, when I let my dogs out together, I count heads as does Hub, but obviously he didn’t count heads once in the house as she should have been in either her bed or at least the warm lounge. Not the freezing conservatory cold tiles. Bless her. I put the heating on and she is in her bed as I pulled the bed next to the radiator. It was so funny though as she too was so delighted to be let in, as if rescued. But little monkey went to her cupboard to sit for a biscuit.

 

I am so bored with always thinking about what’s for dinner. I hate with a passion cooking and I’m fed up with it. Normally we have one take out a week. Sometimes we do miss a couple of weeks, but this week was Pizza a few days ago. Last night I made omelettes. Now, I hate cooking and don’t really rate my cooking at all. Hub does, but I think this is because he is just so pleased to have someone cook for him. But my omelettes are the best in the world. I’m talking Michelin Starred. Smile. Really, I think they are exquisite.

But my boys last night were not impressed. Hubs words were. “As far as omelettes go, they are the best. But I hate omelettes.

Teen. “Mum I’m sorry, I did try to eat that but I can’t.”

 Hahahahhahahah what is wrong with these lads? Really, I’m not kidding, it was delicious. I don’t like eating eggs, though I love them. It’s a vegetarian thing. Well, it’s a Fi thing. Don’t mind eating them if they are disguised in a cake or something. But a live egg? If you know what I mean.

 

But I do omelettes and I feel though I have sinned but I only have them once or twice a year.

 

I guess I won’t be making those anymore. No way will I bother for just me. Oh though they were stunning. With loads of cheese mushrooms to and black pepper. They were fluffy and really thick. Cooked to perfection. I first cooked the mushrooms in a tiny bit of oil then poured a fraction of red wine in the pan. Just to make the mushrooms special. I used normal cheese and a little bit of blue cheese. Just as they were cooked on the hob, I put a few olives on the top then quickly placed the pan under the grill. This makes the omelette rise. The grill has to be red hot though, when you can’t see, and you have a pan in one hand and you need to place the pan under the grill so have to aim for the gap without touching anything, is quite a challenge.  Especially as you have to get it in as fast as possible.

 

OK must go for now, I really am stressing over dinner tonight and I have some work to do today also house work and a Wagga to give attention too. Also so many other things I need to do. I must call the bank and get our mortgage letters sorted. I’m so cross with them. For four years now been trying to get them sent in Braille. Well, we have been into the bank, filled in forms phoned people up and so on well enough is enough a result will be had today for sure. Also need to write an awkward email. And some office work to do as well.

 

What did I say about housework? When? Laters have a lovely weekend and for those of my dear Bloggets who need thoughts right now, I’m thinking of you all.  And you know who you are. X

PARALLEL WORLD

Gosh, sometime I really do believe I shouldn’t be in this world. I think I live in a parallel universe. I just read that the singer Joe Cocker has died and I thought he died last year? I almost can feel the room changing in temperature as I can remember hearing the news I swear I can. Obviously not, unless I have visited that other world where I pass by my doppelganger and it was that other me, who got the news but because we are connected I have a fragment of flint on my brain which effects my memory or at least ability to fine detail, when it comes to  Déjà vu!

 

Why else do I belong at least from another time? Because the Singer Rihanna has a new album out and she has been described as being a genius. Really? Why? Because she uses despicable language that isn’t even English in fact what language is it? Words that begin with F and I’m not talking Fiona…. Same with these black singers who use the word Niggar. They should be ashamed with themselves. They need to be taken back in time and see how those poor slaves suffered    whilst being called that word. If you removed the swearwords from songs these days, they would be simply instrumentals.  

 

Tonight’s chat with my friend on the phone she told me of her distress as a  poor dog was found with four broken legs, a broken back and all its jaw smashed. After I wrote about the poor guide dog who had been stabbed in London and Hub told me today also in London of about sixty cats who have been decapitated, I really think we are in hell and the devil is conquering the earth. But we still have some earth angels left so spread those wings and force evil out.

My brother is singing in Jamaica tonight. He is on holiday there. I have asked him to record his singing I want to publish the link on my blog page. As I am about to crank the heating up high, he will be so warm from the Caribbean temperatures.. Some sun right now would be lovely. We have a long winter a head another three months left. Though this is the warmest winter on record but when they say warm, they mean we are not shivering. It is still possible to go for a short walk without a coat. Not normal for January, but I wouldn’t say it is warm. Not Caribbean warm.

 

OK going to turn on the TV to watch more swear words they can’t be avoided sadly. That’s if we can hear the talking with Teens music blasting… Later gators.

 

 

MY DIARY OF RETINITIS PIGMENTOSA AND ME

I try not to make my blog page a blind blog. Some sighted Bloggets will smile and I guess think rubbish? But really this is why I write other articles apart from my diary. But I have been asked this past couple of weeks to write about so many different RP related subjects. I give in and here goes.

 

 RP is the hell of an eye condition that I have, the long name for it is Retinitis pigmentosa. I don’t need to go into detail about the disease as type into Google and you will learn as much as you want.

 

So first I’m going to take every email I received and amalgamate all subjects into one blog. Bear with? First a synopsis!

 

I was born to my oven they call my natural Mother. The so called natural Father was according to the oven a monster. Well, perhaps he was but she is no angel for sure. So in the womb I was very much so unwanted and for all of those parents to be, out there, and for those who are newly pregnant, please think of your baby? It’s not a thing it’s a human with a heart brain and I do believe with all of my heart, that unborn baby feels for sure emotions and picks up on everything holds it, stores it if you like, its whole life.

 

Rejection is part of me. Feeling unwanted useless hopeless whatever you call it. The knowledge that I should not have been born hurts my soul every breath I take.

 

But there were two parents out there who couldn’t have children. They wanted so badly a second baby. The first born was my brother who also isn’t blood related and who also was adopted. My parents wanted a baby, but not sure they wanted the trouble I caused in their lives.

 

When I was a year old my Mum began to realise that I was dropping my toys and couldn’t find them to pick them up. Long story short, she took me to the GP, he referred me to the hospital, and they said there was nothing wrong with my sight. My Mum told other medics and again same answer, nothing wrong with me.

 

Skip some years I’m now four and my Mum had a knock to the door of her house. I was there and remember the day so very well because my Mum shouted a lot and there were a lot of tears. I can see her face crumbling in front of me now. I hated seeing my Mum like this and as a young child, I was helpless.

 

A man had come to our house with a load of papers for her to sign to have me sent to a school for children with learning difficulties. That is the conclusion that the medics came up with…. Despite my Mum telling them of all my achievements so young in life. My Mum was told to sign the paper and my schooling would begin.

 

She refused and I was then sent to so many psychologists. They all came up with the same answer and that wasn’t what the medics wanted. I was way above average for my age and there was nothing wrong with me as far as my intelligence. So then they had to look further into why I wasn’t reacting in a so called normal manner.

 

Not long before my fifth birthday I was in our local eye hospital when my Mum received the news that her daughter had RP and would be blind by thirteen for sure and to give me a great Christmas as it may be my last with sight. Such a malevolent man. He didn’t once look up from his papers as he delivered the news.

 

This began the journey to fight for sight. My Mum took me to a couple of countries one day I hope to write my autobiography and tell more of where when and how, but the long and short of it meant my final destination was the former Soviet Union. And I could fill a book with those visits alone. It was there when my hell of a life began but in time, Moscow made itself my second home, especially as I spent more time there than at my own home because I was sent to boarding school for the blind. I left that school and went onto another this time was for partially sighted kids. Again, another chapter. I visited Russia until I was 22 for the horrific treatment which definitely worked as it did for the ten thousand people who also followed my footsteps. I was the first foreign person to visit the country and for this reason a lot of media attention was given. I spent my childhood and even part of my adult life in the fish bowl of the worlds press. It was another life. My very simple life now is as though another person was way back when.

 

I mingled with famous people went live on chat shows and news countdowns and the bright lights of TV studios didn’t faze me at all, an yet now I have days when I find it so difficult to leave the house. This is what I mean when I say that person then wasn’t me now?

 

You know the rest, I could see after a few years of not going to Russia, as I decided I had enough of the torture and travel also the debt we would end up with. I’m sure this devastated my Mum as her life was ruined with always trying to beg the bank for more money more loans more debt. For me to give in as soon as I could?

 

With my one year old baby from sight to fright overnight I was blind. Same time losing both of my parents. It was more hell into my life.

 

A divorce and second marriage to my now and forever Husband, I’m here, just, some days and other days I can shake the world. So here I am on my journey still as we don’t know what is around the corner. I know in heaven two angels who still will be looking for that cure for me and I hope one day soon I can look up to the sky and say “Mum, dad, I can see now.”

 

To be continued.

© Fiona Cummings

SICK EVIL I HOPE WILL BE CAUGHT

http://www.itv.com/news/london/2016-01-27/guide-dog-stabbed-in-the-neck-during-walk-in-the-park/

DIARY OF THE BOX'S

Good day Bloggets. How not to start your day. First weigh yourself and fall flat inside as the numbers are read to you. Well, at least that is one thing about me that is flat. Because one thing for sure it’s not my stomach.

Two, measure you. Well, apart from almost running out of tape on certain parts we won’t say where, I’m using an R.I.B tape measure. It’s for those who can’t read print or Braille. I hate it. It’s so slow. Last time I was able to measure myself, I could see and it was so easy and so fast. Oh counting one by one of the holes is tiresome.

 

So how do I cope with this news? I eat some left over Pizza and a slice of Christmas cake. I’m a total hopeless case. I cope with weight gain or staying the same after trying, in a way that will put weight on me. If I were to lose weight, I wouldn’t eat like that. It doesn’t make sense to me now sitting here but I have long given up on analysing why I do what I do!

 

Poor Teen up again today at five. Hub at six. I didn’t get to sleep myself until about three. So my eyes feel like led balloons. Outside is so horrible too. I needed to get out today but it’s raining and the wind is horrific. Just took Waggatail to her dog run to do her doggy doodles and the air is warm. It’s simply weird.

 

Our canary, he’s Irish you know? Smile. Is singing clapping and dancing. After my scare last week when the poor baby was just hungry, he is fine now. Hub is going to keep an eye on him as if we didn’t say anything to Teen, really, his bird, yes, his bird wouldn’t get blooming fed or fresh water.

 

Oh last night, you may have read the fun of the delivery men with our office furniture? I say office; a wardrobe is included in that. Well, last night Hub and I put it together.

 Oh,    my,    life!

If you had seen the boxes? So, it’s a robe with drawers underneath. Now because the robe was to be put on top of the drawer, you would think, that the drawer/drawers, would be in different boxes?

Wrong. The same one. No wonder that poor Grandad was almost having a heart attack?

 

Then there was the box for the desk. And the polystyrene?

 

The drawers were inside of the robe but to get to them, you had to unscrew a board which was for the bin, not a part of the robe, and if you can’t see this, as Teen looked and said it had huge writing on it that read “Unscrew and dispose.”  I asked him to look as I was disappointed with the quality of the wood. Hahahahaha. No wonder, it was hard board for packaging.

 

And the weight of the furniture? Well, the handles for everything desk and robe as well as drawers, were all screwed inside, it would have been better if they were just left in a bag? Oh then as Hub and I were in this small room, surrounded by boxes, plastic bags polystyrene and furniture, I found a padded length of wood. I said to Hub it’s broken. He looked and said that was the rail for the clothes to hang on. I said no, I thought it was also for packaging. He replied, no, why would it be covered in soft foam?  I said to protect whatever it was meant to. I was right. Thing is, I’m not sure what it was protecting. As where it came out, there was nothing there but boxes. So I guess it was filler.

 

Oh as the boxes kept coming piling up, I thought, oh no, not more rubbish to get rid of? I can’t bare it. More money too. Again, if we could see to drive, it would be a case of taking it to the tip. But we have to pay the council £42 to collect.

 

Well, we couldn’t move, so we had to chuck stuff on the landing. Trying not to get the polystyrene broken as that would be more mess. We got sorted. Teen kept telling us he was tired. Hub shouted on him from his bedroom to ask if he would put the handles on we have a new drill and it’s like a weapon of mass destruction. We are terrified to use it. So teen came. Not in good faith. Haha. And oh my goodness. I thought we were going to have no furniture left…. He is so heavy handed. And the tools got thrown down onto my new wood? Anyways, he did it then he helped kind of by carrying out the enormous box, he wouldn’t except help to carry it. So wham bam, the box flew open and the entire contents came out all over my landing that I had just vacuumed…..

 

But we got there. Now just have to get rid of the boxes. We have put all of the stuff in one. Now I can’t get into my garage.

 

Teen just called me to say he was having a full English breakfast in a café. Lucky duckling. I love my Son. He is a challenge but deep down he is my heart beat. He is a good worker that is for sure. Outside the house he for sure isn’t lazy. Mind you, he has a fun packed year planned. And I’m glad as when he was with the wicket witch of the West, he had no life for a teenager that is for sure. Now he is living the three years in one….

 

Our eldest daughter called last night. Hub phoned her on Sunday but she wasn’t available. Good job it wasn’t important? Haha. Honestly, a homing pigeon would have been faster to get a message to her…. Lovely to hear from her though. Just the little one to catch up with now. She is off to somewhere I can’t ever remember in a couple of weeks. Climbing mountains and she will love it. She is so sociable. A laugh really, at New Year I was so proud of her. She mixed with the kids down the street so well. When I say kids, they are about sixteen / nineteen. She lit the room up with her jolly persona. Our eldest is like me, more reserved but, she was great too as on New Year’s Day, her and her little sister went out with the Sons of our neighbours to play ten pin bowling. I was so happy about that. My Son wouldn’t be so open minded, though among adults, he is so grown up and so polite with huge amounts of confidence. He has huge respect in his place of work with the managers. I’m really proud of what he has achieved for such a young lad. Gosh, talking of young lad, he is nineteen in six weeks’ time. My baby nineteen? Wow, I can’t believe it. Our kids really are turning into adults, I know by age they are, but they arnt. Not really, I had been married for almost two years by the age of our two eldest kids and I no way was an adult either. Though I cooked cleaned and was a good wife to my ex I don’t think I grew up until I lost my parents.

 

OK I’m rambling and my Neighbour has just text to say he is coming over so will go for now but be back later. Before I go some words.

When you meet someone for the first time you’re not really meeting them, you are meeting with their representative

 

A house is just a place to keep your stuff, whilst you go out and get more stuff.

 

Laters Bloggets. X

WHO'S IN THE BOX?

Sneaking in a cheeky blog. In between office work and soon will have to do that housework that I have been putting off but had to tell you my furniture has arrive. I have not dared go upstairs. If you read my earlier blog, I told you the background. Well, here is the front ground. Hahaha.

 

I received a phone call from a guy saying he would bring my furniture in fifteen minutes. Then one minute later, another call. “Sorry, I meant fifty, not fifteen.” Oh well. At least I knew when they were arriving and I didn’t need to answer the door with that expecting gormless smile upon my face to realise that it was the postman or Samaritans?

 

Well, I remembered that I had to move the long six feet two tall blind still in box from hall way. Did that. Then went to move the two candlestick holders I have on the stairs. They are tall wooden sticks and I moved the doll I have standing on the floor half way up the stairs. He is a black little boy in the cutest school uniform with his hat on and his school satchel over his shoulder.

 

His face is so angelic with turned up little lips and long lashes with tight jet curly hair. He really does look like he is going to cry because he has to go to school. Hahaha. So why do I have him standing there with one of two of the candlesticks?

Why not?

Okay, because I don’t have anywhere else suitable.

 

So in comes the man now bear in mind we have emptied the room where the furniture is going to be. He walks in my house tutting saying he will have to adjust this and that and move whatever.

 

So in comes man number two after man one learns I’m not partially sighted, I’m a total.

Bloggets, don’t answer total what?

 

Well, man two, really, seriously? How old?

Not meaning to be ageist, but he must be knocking on heaven’s door. My lordie lord. Get him out of my house give him a seat before he lies down on my floor?

 

Poor guy was heaving puffing panting. And that was before he even lifted anything.

 

We have a children’s TV program in the UK called the Chuckle Brothers. Well. Yep. They were not filming today, they visited Fi.

 

“To me to you, to me to you. Left a bit over and around watch your fingers?” They had such a clear run and yet they found something out to tut about.

 

“Oo’oo; oo not sure about that curtain poll?”

Say wha’aa’aa’t? Got to be kidding, right? I’m not taking my curtain poll down.

 

The gent two told me in between panting, as though each breath was his last, he was going to retire soon. His Mother in law, what? Mother in law? How old? I guessed by conversation this gent must be close to seventy. His mother in law (bought) a guide dog… hahahhahah. Where from? The Fish & Chip shop? You can’t buy them you go on a list OK Guide Dogs ask for a contribution of 50p and considering they cost £50,000 in a lifetime of a guide dog, it’s very inexpensive.  But the way in which the man described it, his Mother in Law went to the local grocery shop to buy a dog, he continued.

“It didn’t work. So they gave her another one. It’s just a puppy though.”

 

Bless.

 

Anyway to sign for it was easy. Though I had to put my name in block letters in a small box then my cursive signature in another box. Goodness knows if I, was in the box, but one thing for sure, I thought the old guy was going to be?

 

So can’t wait now to open the boxes and  see what we have. Xx

DIARY OF THE DO'S AND DONT'S

Good morning Bloggets. Well, the wind is wild outside. Glad I don’t need to go out today to face that blind person’s fog. More delighted that our Son has got to his destination today as its one and a quarter hours journey. He was expected to work yesterday until four but they kept them till six so it was after seven before he got home and he left the house that morning at six. He said if the newbies did less talking and more work they would have finished the day earlier…. Gosh, is he changing? He would have been the talker a year ago… As for my Husband? Not sure if he’s at work as he hasn’t told me yet.  Two hours late. Never mind. The girls in the office would let me know if all wasn’t OK.

 

All this week I have tried to cut down on bread/toast. I eat the seeded kind and love it toasted. Can’t seem to do less than four. Well, each day this week I have managed. Only with the help of a full, tin of baked beans. I say full as when you go on that word you know, that swear word? Diet!!!  You are to measure the amount of beans. Something like a spoonful. Hmm. Crazy, starve why don’t we? Anyway today I didn’t have beans, but managed two slices of toast. If I don’t get a grip I will end up so unhealthy. As soon as we can get life organised our garage back to normal, we can go back to using the other dirty word.

Gym.

 

Right now it’s full of things we need to get rid of. Today my office takes stage, oh, I can’t remember. What stage are we up to? Anyhow, the furniture is arriving. Oh. My. Worr’rr’rr’ll’lld? The do’s and don’t’s?

1. Make sure that the runway into your property is clear.
2.  Make sure that your doors are wide enough to get the boxes through.
3.  Do not leave shoes, wires or any other obstructions in the pathway for the delivery people.
4.  If your stairs are spiral, measure the gap to make sure our delivery people can get your furniture to your desired room.
5.  Insure you have measured the room size and you know the size of your furniture because if it doesn’t fit in your room, that isn’t our responsibility.
6.  Our delivery people will not take the furniture out of the box. It is up to you to dispose of all boxes but keep them for 48 hours in case you are not satisfied with your products.
7.  It’s up to you to check for damages and you must report within 48 hours.
8.  Make sure you cook breakfast lunch and dinner for our workmen and run them a nice hot bath. Well, Okay, the last bit perhaps not but as good as. I dread to think if the furniture is damaged. The list to send it back? And bear in mind I have shortened this.

So waiting for the men in the van now. Gosh. Dread dot com. really. I don’t like workmen as you know. So guess what Hub and I will be doing tonight? Yep, putting together our furniture. And if Hub comes near it with a knife, hehehe, like he did when taking the old stuff down? Em  Fifi won’t be a happy Fifi.

 

Oh so we will have the blooming signature thing going on again.

Delivery person. “Can you sign that?” And that will be after he waves it in front of me for a while before the mouth starts to talk.

Me. “I’m blind, could you please show me where?” Oh heck, that sends them into panic mode. Stuttering will take part followed by a little dance. Then he will point!

Me. I can’t see. Will you show me where to sign?”

 Man. Just there.

 Me. Where?

Man. Will I do it for you?

 Me. No, put my hand where I need to sign please? Then it is hilarious. It’s as though he will have the shakes. My wrist will be held as though in a vice. My hand will be moving around the paper/form as though I am in control of a Ouija board. Then I will ask just here? He will answer yes, whether it will be the correct place or not, then he will tell me in amazement. Wow, your writing is perfect. It’s better than “Normal” peoples writing…..

 

It’s too uncomfortable. Sighted people don’t know the half. I may be wrong and the rare breed of wise people may come to my door today and I’m not talking about the three men……

 

Do you know this is a really odd winter in the UK? I mean, though it is windy today, you could still go out without a coat. I took Waggatail out before and it was like the warm air from a hairdryer. Talking of hairdryers, not that we were really, but my brain is as ever all over the place. I think, for tomorrow,

 yesterday! I really am thinking about getting my hair cut off. No, not going bald, but cut short.  Then I say noo’oo’oo’oo stop. My Mum was right all those years ago it’s the only thing I have left going for me. Hahahaheheheheh and there is plenty of time to have it short when I’m old. Not long to go so I may as well wait?  I keep asking Teen and my good friend Julie how old I look. I ask them at different times so they don’t copy each other. I haven’t caught up with my age yet when I do, that will be when I have my Nanna haircut. Hahaha A perm? Really, I won’t need one of those as when my hair is short it goes curly anyway. That is another reason I don’t want to have it cut as no matter what style I get it will look like a Poodle has sat on me head….

 

We have had two vans pull up into the street. I am just going to check the doorbell. Hang onto your britches.

 

 

I’m back. It’s working. We have one of those wireless doorbells. I don’t like them as the plug keeps getting knocked out. Of the socket that is, not out of consciousness.

 

OK I have been silly for too long. I must get my clever head on. Got to remember where that is. Dust it down and put it on as need to do some work for the big office. Then I have a poem to write for a wedding coming up then some housework and back to you all. Today we have had viewers from Venezuela, Germany, France, UK, Poland, Portugal, US, South Africa, Norway and Sweden. That was this morning when I checked. So welcome all of you and more. Later gators. X

GUILTY CONSCIENCE PERHAPS?

I simply can’t go to bed without chatting to my Bloggets. I hope tomorrow I will have some time to talk with you all. Today I have been working for the big office so have had only two minutes to write a poem for you and that was “Reborn on the mountain. There is a deep message in that poem. Reading it back, it looks like the main character is God. Well, that was not my intention. People becoming complacent was the point I wanted to get across.

 

Some people have nothing in life. For whatever reasons, their lives change. They forget how they arrived at their palace of perfection. The little people who they step on to get to where they wanted to be. The little people who are not little in size but insignificant to the person who has it all.

 

If you read the poem I would be interested to know who you think that is talking to the people.    Conscience perhaps?

 

Well as my darling Teen of a Son is raiding my kitchen I will go for now to the land of shut eye and rescue the kitchen before there is no food left.

 

Nighty night. Till tomorrow. X

REBORN ON THE MOUNTAIN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

REBORN ON THE MOUNTAIN

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I’m at the top looking down

My smile turns to a frown

Though I am here now

No lines upon my brow

My journey here was far from easy

  Stormy waters left me queasy

Rocky roads and bumpy paths

Lots of tears there were no laughs

So who am I to stand up proud

When I see deep sadness in the crowd

You are at the bottom of this mountain

Trying to drink from a dry fountain

You have no strength to carry on

Empty all alone

You have a house but not a home

Your family never phone

The friends you had have disappeared

Everything has happened that you once feared

But here I am

Come to me

I know you can

Look up and see

I reach down to you

Through skies so blue

I want to lift you up

Together we will look

And turn the pages in my book

I will help you if you let me

I will be your eyes to see

I can hear if you are deaf

I shall speak your words if you can’t talk

And move my limbs if you are unable to walk

Somehow you have to come to me

Sail the blue green sea

And climb over the rocks

Open doors undoing the locks

My arms are open

My words have spoken

I just need you to see deep within your soul

Open your heart and it no longer will feel cold

Your story has been told

And we have reached the end

Waiting for you is your best friend

Who will make you believe?

You can end pain and have no time to grieve

When I have entered your heart

You will know you won’t ever be apart

But also know that you can do this on your own

People will want to be in your zone

The power you will project  

Light you will reflect

Each day you won’t reject

But collect

Friends and loyalty

Weeks of quality

And you will join me

And help people like yourself

Get down from the shelf

And experience the wealth

A glass to your health

A wish on a wing

Hear the church bells ring

See the castle on the hill

Take a golden pill

Walk without pain

Their loss is your gain

Time to stop getting walked all over

Make a wish with the four leaf clover

Wake up it’s a beautiful day

May good things come your way

I don’t want to be looking down to you

I want us to be on the same platform

Your life can be reborn

 

Fiona Cummings ©

JUST BEFORE BED BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Just before bed I thought you would like to hear some words which may relax you and take you off to another world. A place inside your mind, perhaps your heart and soul!

 

Empowering, inspiration and comforting thoughtful words can be so paramount they can break your heart, bring you comfort, make your day bring love and happiness and yet destroy you in just one or two words.

 

When you wake up in the morning it is your choice to make or break a person that very day. That is when power comes into your world. How would you feel if a fairy God Mother came down and told you she was going to make it so that you were given the potion to give the gift to someone to make their  day wonderful special happy and even exciting?

 

In return, happiness echoed from that person to your persona and you felt good about yourself. You knew someone was smiling because of you, so that made you smile as if mirroring the other person.

 

And just one or two words could make someone feel guilty, not because they should feel that way either. Three words could make someone feel totally depressed or five words could change someone’s life forever. And not for the better.

 

In return, you are angry; your face reflected the emotions in which you put upon another. You wouldn’t be comfortable and your night would be sleepless. You worried about the consequences of your actions.

 

Just before bed, words, why do we say what we do? Can we learn to say them differently? Are we able to put ourselves in another’s shoes? Situations? Even for a day?

 

When life events mimic shattered glass. Locate the pieces, then carefully collect them. Never leave broken glass, just as you shouldn’t make broken promises or carelessly drop loose words. If your words are not wise or kind, then keep them to yourself. Lend them to the devil as that is what feeds him his feast of anger and hatred.

 

Just before bed, think great, be great and greatness will prevail.

DIARY OF THE CLEAN SUNDAY

Gosh what it would be like to have a Sunday where we could relax all day? Sunday is our day of sorting out stuff. Just stuff. Today started good. I had only two hours sleep, not so good, but then I decided I would have a pamper Fi day. So as my masseur was on holiday, haha. I decided to take a bath of Dead Sea salts. Our bath is a spar one and I love it. Only trouble is, the bath is in the room where teen uses as his bathroom/washroom. So before I take a bath, I clean it from top to bottom, after I have done all of that, I’m not relaxed as I have found a cup that he has had when last in the bath of tea or coffee whilst bathing, or I find loads of empty toilet tubes on the floor today I found some forms or letters on the floor obviously he had been reading in the bath I think they are what he had to read up on for work and as for his sink? Oh my word?

 

So then the bathroom smells of bleach or other kinds of cleaning products, not very relaxing. At least today I didn’t find his dirty clothes or towels on the floor.

 

Came down stairs. Had breakfast with Hub then Hub went out to clean the dog run and empty all of the bins! I tidied the kitchen then started to iron. Can’t iron in the guest room as it’s full of things from the office we are still waiting for that to be finished. Can’t now iron on our large landing as the plug is broken and don’t want to iron in the new room as if I drop the iron, on the new carpet?

 

So brought the board downstairs in the conservatory and then went up for all the clothes. Hub cleaned the cupboard under the kitchen sink. Oh heck. That was a mess. The mistake I make is I have my cleaning products as a sighted person and then don’t have a clue what is what. So forty seven bottles later, a bucket of hot water dried it all out sorted out a huge rubbish bag for the bin and down to about twelve bottles, may I add five of them are hand soap. Why? They were on offer, I bought one, put it in the cupboard of doom couldn’t find it, bought another and another then weeks went by, saw it was on offer again, and the rest is history.

 

My new year’s resolution is to buy bleach and moose for the bathroom. End of. Oh, and polish and glass cleaner. Four things shall be under my sink.

 

Our dog walker came and only Waggatail went for a walk today. Poor Little Fella. He did cry but when Hub told him to be quiet, gosh, right away he was. I wish my Wagga was that good? Anyway I felt sorry for him so I took him out into the back garden and groomed him. Then gave him a biscuit. He couldn’t go out because he hurt his leg a nip or a cut not sure what why or when but all week he has had cream on it then one day at work he went on a free run on the field with three dogs in training and his leg went nasty again so Hub is keeping it dry from cream and water this weekend see what it’s like on Monday. The vet nurse has looked at it its nothing to worry about just a nick.

 

Teen got in about half one this morning and up for eight out by nine and back at five.

 

Tomorrow he is somewhere else much much further away from home but only for a week then he starts a new job location again, blooming miles away. He is doing really well though.

 

Cleaned all floors now I will have to think about what to make for dinner tonight, as my cook is also on holiday, obviously. Smile. Hub and I are not hungry but teen will be.

 

Oh just shattered. Need to get away from housework and cleaning and stress we have not really had a decent break for more than a night or two for a year. And that night or two was one occasion. I don’t like leaving the house when I have the local Romeo resident.

 

Okay, hope your weekend has been one of comfort and care. I shall leave you with some cleaning quotations.

“Excuse the mess, but we live here.”

Roseanne Barr

“Limit your tools then you won’t waist time trying to find the right one.”

Fiona Cummings

  And they say something on the lines of if you have a tidy room, you have a tidy mind. Heck, OK my mind cannot be associated with my house pleas? Or my house would be like an assault course to get from front to back. Well it would be if it was like my mind? Oh and finally I promise, this will make my old Bloggets smile. When we were at our restaurant yesterday, Louis asked us well, Hub and the Like man, “Could you recommend a good gardener?” Well, I almost fell off my chair…. Hahahhahhah. Gardener? Shmardener. X

 

FOREVER FRIENDS

 Good evening Bloggets, our friends sadly have left for home now.  We had as ever a lovely day with them.  We had a coffee tea and chat, a laugh, and then off for lunch. Wagga and I walked in front allegedly to lead the way but really our friends have been there so many times, I guess they could show me…. Our friend Like had his cane and Trix who also can’t see, held his arm. Hub kept behind with the Little Fella, goodness knows how hub controlled LF to walk at a slower pace?  We passed just one or two prickly bushes, I warned our friends to watch out for them and we had no other problems along the way. I’m sure as we pass by the main road of nastiness, cars well, the people, in the cars, would be thinking it was a blind persons trip out…. Hahaha. Thankfully though, no one tripped! We brilliantly avoided the metal stairs that lead to places you wouldn’t want to go. Believe me.

 

Into Lewis’s restaurant and were met by the man himself and the lovely Alice. They are so welcoming even though we were slightly late…. It was about twenty to two and it closed at two. Well, Sunday, its open all day so I thought Saturday it would be as well?

 

 Anyway, we had a delicious meal more great conversation, laughed a lot and back on our way home. Spent the rest of the day together but it wasn’t long enough.

 

Teen came in hardly bothered with his dinner said he felt ill, said he was going to bed as was tired. Come ten in the evening, bear in mind he has to be up for work at eight again, he announced he was going to the middle of town for (Cocktails)

O

K?

Suddenly you are awake and you don’t feel ill? He said he was going to have just two and be home for one. We shall see. I told him he better not drink much as he has to drive tomorrow. God, kids, really, kids who think they know it all. I guess it’s a Saturday night and all work and no play make Jack a dull lad. Though my Teen isn’t called Jack, haha.

 

It was rather sweet though as he left the house, he started to tell me what he was wearing, we forget you know our kids know we can’t see, normally parents say to their children, you look nice. We can’t, so we get a running commentary. He did sound very smart. I just wish to goodness he would be home by one. But I know for a fact, he won’t.

 

Hub and I just had a lovely supper. I bought some bits and bobs in for our friends, but after a Chinese meal, we are never hungry. So Hub and I ate some of it tonight. Late. Not a good time if you are rather podgy…… And Hub is. Hahahhahlollololo  

 

We had sundry tomatoes, sundry tomato bread, crackers, deritoes and smoked cheese.

 

Now I’m off to bed not that I’m tired, but I’m bored down here on my own. Hub shattered after a long week at work and Teen out so need to listen to some music to relax my mind whilst he’s out.

 

I hope you have had a lovely day and I will chat tomorrow. Until then, with love. X

 

ON THERE WAY

Not long now before our besties get here. I can’t wait. Hub trying right now to get the Little Fella to do his big boys doggy doodle. It’s a task, easy if we go out on harness, he loves the toilet at the train station. Right on the platform. But we have a run here for him to go to and he isn’t keen. Would rather do it in public. I guess he’s an exhibitionist!

 

My hands are so sore still all cuts and I keep knocking my knuckles just where they are pained. Not good. As I keep saying there is a lot of me to fall. As a child I fell all of the time as you don’t understand what you can and can’t do when you are young. You are a child, so you run. But you run with RP and that isn’t always good, when looking forward, you don’t see what is on the ground and when you look on the ground, you don’t see what is in front of you. Or, to the sides. So it’s clear in front, then there are steps before you know it. But as an adult, you don’t fall half as much if at all. Me? I could fall or trip up on a breadcrumb.

 

Rain is due let’s hope it stays dry until we go for lunch with our friends? They do a train journey to get to us then a taxi. It’s a pain really as if we all could see, it would be a quick car journey, mind you, I love train travel as long as the train is not full. It’s the taxi I don’t like from station to house and back.

 

Our dog walker coming tomorrow but sadly LF can’t go as looks like on last walk, a dog nipped him so his leg has a cut so Hub doesn’t want him to go out, though he is fine in his self. Oh, how to explain to LF his Waggatail is going out but not him?

 

 

OK, can hear the taxi, off for now. Xxx

THE COURSE AND THE PARROT

It’s late in the afternoon I know I should be working. Housework for sure I have been so lazy this week around the house. Our besties are coming tomorrow to a tip…. Yesterday was a blur of a day. Today had more structure. Got up early, sorted things out let Waggatail in her run and had a quick breakfast. Oh, let me tell you. I have only discovered these and I’m always last so I expect you have had them already. They are giant crumpets. You get two in a pack ours were from Morisons. They are absolutely delicious. And you know, I could only eat one and a half. I cut them into half-moons so wrapped one half up and thought I would have it later in the day just pop it back in the toaster and Bobs your uncle. They tasted so much better than the small ones. Not sure how or why?

 

Teen was also up early he had to go to town to do some banking which involved him texting me to ask to borrow some money…… Not sure how that works out. You go to the bank and text home to ask for money.

 

Well, it was 8.36am when Teen left the house and I took the vacuum out of the cupboard started to do our floor but then was interrupted by a gent on the phone then a text so I stopped to read. You know what I’m like and if teen is out on the road, I keep my phone close by. Turned on the vacuum again and then find a cup on the floor take that in the kitchen, find teens breakfast dishes in the sink put them in the “Empty” dishwasher just next to the sink and continue to vacuum. Next thing I know is its sixteen minutes past nine. At quarter past I was to get a lift to my course. I hurried to let Waggs out. Told her to busy quickly. It was incredible how time had flown in fact I didn’t believe it so I called the talking clock. Yep, I was running late. I got Waggatail in took her harness and so on out of the cupboard and the doorbell rang. I asked the lovely lady in whilst I put away the vacuum and ran to get my coat.  

 

Her and her colleague kindly picked me up. She asked how many birds I had. This was to my delight as our canary, no’o’o  I won’t say it….. Oo’oooooo  no, I’m not going to tell you of his nationality…..  OKHe’sIrishYouKnow?

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He was singing like he is known for and after the scare of late I was so pleased. My lovely friend asked me how many birds I had. Haha I said one. She said it sounds like a load more…..

 

In the car and off to our town. As we got out of the car, the three of us plus a to be, wet, wagging, Wagga, the heavens opened and oh. My. Life?

The rain? We had a long fast walk to get to the building and the rain was just ridiculous. I mean, my hair is long but it was longer by the time we got there and my friend made me laugh as we got in the lift, the others we met there  my other friend who drove us there all walked up the stairs whilst lovely and I large it in the lift. Hahahahhahahahahahahaha. Well, how between us we didn’t cause some kind of power cut? Really we left the lift looking as though we had had an accident in there. There would have been puddles for sure. My friend joked about her make up….. It was all lines. Hahahahaha. I guess we looked a right pair but everyone was in the same boat, but the funny thing is, the rest of the group came by bus and they were drier than us three who came by car. The bus stop was right outside the office.

 

Almost five hours later, back home and Wagga ran to the cupboard where her sweeties are I told her she had to go out first when she returned she went back to the cupboard and I gave her a treat or three. Now she is playing with her huge octopus. Oh, and I had my other half of crumpet. I loved it. Going to do homemade Pizzas for dinner tonight with some salad. Teen not in till really silly time again. I’m rather sleepy just could go to bed to be honest, but would feel too guilty as Hub is home soon, I bet he will feel like doing the same as he is tired he has two teams to look after and by the end of the week he’s shattered, especially when his travel to work and back is two hours. Talking all the way there and back. And that is what I was going to tell you in my last blog.

 

 Well yesterday’s taxi driver for Hub told him he was in to bird watching. The feather kind. So he’s a twitcher, right? Sounds like a condition… Why bird watchers are called twitchers? They get so excited about seeing the latest sighting of an exotic avian delight; a purple Peruvian rock thrush sends them into paroxysms. They literally twitch. Hence Twitchers.

 

Well, as this Anna rack of a driver was telling my Husband he saw this really unusual bird in his garden, a rare parrot. He immediately got on his internet the group he is in for bird watching and told the nation about his find.

 

He went out with camera and binoculars and as he approached the very patient parrot from lands so far.

It spoke to him……

 

Hahahahehehehehehehhahahahahahah The silly over keen gent only had a friendly chatty parrot from someone’s house in his garden. Well after doing goodness knows what local research, he discovered that the parrot came from a nearby home who didn’t want the poor thing and just set him free. How bad is that? Thankfully the taxi driver took him to the local RSBB and they have found a home for him.

 

The parrot not the taxi driver.   

 

 Tomorrow we have a great day waiting for us. So later with love laughs and lots more. X