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Monday 29 February 2016

THE PERFECT PARENT PLAYS PIANO


 Listening to a piano concerto and remembering my lovely dear friend Dimitri from Russia. Gosh he was a wonderful person with such talent which sadly died with his spirit and future of a possible happiness. I only hope wherever he is right now he has found the way in life to change something I’m sure he won’t think needs changing but if he were to change, he would step back and realise what lost years he has had but he is thankfully still young enough to live life to it’s full without taking any pain forward and drag along pain from his past.

 

Last night Hub and I were talking about him. He was on both of our minds. He was a dear and enchanting child sadly Hub never got to meet with the little boy I knew but he did meet with the adult of a young man at our wedding as he gave me away.

 

He had been through a lot in life and when I visited him in Russia when having eye treatment, my heart broke for him. His Mother did her best as best as she knew. We don’t come perfect us Mums and we make mistakes along the way which sometimes can’t be rectified, but we shouldn’t beat ourselves up about it as our children grow to be teenagers who also hurt us and then adults who can continue with their painful ways. So though we as parents get the blame, that blame isn’t just for us. In fact, what is blame? What does blame mean and what is its origin?

 

 Well I think I read somewhere that it comes from old French. It’s meaning? To place the responsibility for a fault or mistake.

 

So it’s a word. A word really rather than a feeling don’t you think? So is it blame or guilt we go through as parents. Me personally, I have little guilt when it comes to my Son and I don’t blame myself for any actions. So am I arrogant? No, absolutely not. I really believe that I only ever have and had the best interests for my Teen. Throughout his life I have always put him first even when we as in my ex and I split up. Since we have ended our marriage my Son has become a very independent lad with very good school and college results with top comments from his boss at work mind you after today, something happened this morning, not sure if he will handle this one. There is a huge amount of responsibility put on him and so far it’s worked out but today is the first time he has had to discipline someone. But he has confidence that he can do this. Not sure the person old enough to be his Mother will agree….  And I’m sure Dimitri’s Mother will also feel she has never done wrong sometimes it’s the outsiders the on lookers who actually see where things could be improved. Just as those looking at how Dimitri treats his Mother they too would say to him he could have done that differently.

 

So blame is a strange word. And parents need to stop beating themselves up about where they have gone wrong and concentrate on where they have done good.

 

I mean who is to say what a perfect parent is? There are books studies and so on but who is the author to play the role of such importance? Are they a God? Do they never do wrong? And is their wrong our wrong?

 

In my opinion a good parent is someone who wanted their child. Someone who prepared their bodies for a baby coming and if they didn’t know of its journey to us, then do their best to be healthy whilst carrying the baby. To be there when the baby cries and needs food if not all of the time, for sure when that child first wakes up and just before bed.

 

As the child gets older and starts school. For a good parent to prepare the child make the schooling an adventure to be looked forward to. To be there at the school gate to wave bye bye and paint on that smile no matter how you hurt inside. To be there at the end of the day to welcome them as they leave their very busy some would say stressful day behind.

 

To show interest in what they have done throughout the day. OK so you are not really interested in how they may have planted tomatoes seeds or got their picture hung up on the wall or even how they had to describe a very complicated scientific experiment to their class, but, act. Leave them with some kind of self-pride.

 

A good parent is someone who wants their child to be healthy and understand they can trust you and tell you anything.

 

A good parent is someone who can laugh with, not at, their child. And finally you want the best future for your child, but remember what your best is, may not be theirs. That is when we run into difficulties. If we don’t agree on their pathway. All we can do to be as good as we can is clear the leaves of life away from each step they venture out on. And be there for when or if your child falls to catch them.

 

Teach them good manners basic manners and remember your child isn’t always going to appeal to others the way they behave. So look listen around you and see how others react. If your child is standing out in the crowd it’s not always a good thing. But they need to be in that crowd so when a fortune of happiness falls, they, the child can hold their hands out to catch whatever lands in their palms.

 

So where ever dear Dmitry is now in this vast world, I hope his fingers still play the piano. I wish him happiness as he needs that in his life that has been hidden from him for years.

 

FLAME OF MARRIAGE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


FLAME OF MARRIAGE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

White horses pull the golden carriage

Lights the flames of a million hearts

As two have entered marriage

Till death do us part

Through narrow lanes

They give a wave

On their journey of life

As husband and wife

Fragrant lilies

Happy families

A rosebud kiss

The followers didn’t miss

Captured on camera

Under the satin banner

Reading just married

Dreams are carried

To their honeymoon

A glass of champagne

And message in a balloon

May the fires always burn a flame

To keep them warm

Let there always be light

Never gloom

Protect from the storm

Know what is right

And talk about what’s wrong

Allow the blackbird to sing a forever song

Hand in hand

They enter their land

A brand new start

Where two beats

Become one heart

 

© Fiona Cummings

BLOGGET STATS AND DRUMSTICKS


Hello to Austria, Portugal, US, Turkey, Germany, UK, Australia, Greece, Canada, India, Costa Rica,     South Africa, France,  Poland, Japan, Mexico and Ukraine. Those are just some of the countries who have come to say hello to you all Bloggets, in the past two days. I can only see the top ten countries, but that was as I say, over just two days

 

For the first time since Fifi Blogget land began smile, America this month, have took over the UK that is this month only, as for in total? UK still flying the flag in total views, 49,432 and in the top ten now we welcome Australia. Here are the stats for the month of February.

United States 1,919

UK 1,882

 France 224

Germany 189

Australia 121

South Africa 90

Canada 64

Portugal 59

Ukraine 58

 And Poland 29

 

In total since I started my blog page,

UK 49,432

United States 29,859

Ukraine 7,135

Russia 3,488

Germany 2,886

Canada 1,027

France 908

Mexico 680

Japan 605

Australia 600

Again that is the top ten only.

So our total stats up to date and this includes every country is Drum roll please? As I’m proud of you all for being here,

“Durr’rr’rr’rrr’rr’rrrrr

Come on that drum roll just wasn’t loud enough?

“Sticks in hands?

Druu’uu’rr’rr’rr’rrr’rrr’rrr’rrr’rrr’rrr’rrr’rrrrrrrrrr’rr

That’s better.

108,815

Wouza

 Incredible wonderful thank you all. I hope one day to publish books and bring you all with me in a land where you could never imagine.

 

Going to write another blog now which doesn’t involve numbers, as I think I have a case of dyscalculia coming on…

Sunday 28 February 2016

DIARY OF OUR DAY


I think it’s time to close my computer down totally. I have opened a new document to write this and it read “Document 29.

 

I also need to tare myself away from my lap top as I have answered seventeen emails from you today and loved every one of them I could write forever that is for sure. But it makes me unavailable for my loved one. Mind you, he has been listening to the rubbish sports station on the radio today. I can’t stand sport. Unless it’s something like skiing. Haha. I just think I like the thought of snow and tree’s and the feel of the breeze of the snow wind against my face.

 

I have written before when I went skiing with the head of the KGB when I was a child in Moscow. I didn’t know he was that until afterwards. It was our friend who told me as he was her friend. He was a very tall guy called Sergei. I wondered how we got permission to ski where we went especially not to be stopped on the way in transit or told we couldn’t be at that part of the huge hill through the forest. He was a lovely man, not at all intimidating. I was about eleven. Until eleven, we did nothing socially we just went for treatment and stayed in the awful hospital. When I was tiny I stayed on my own but my Mum refused to allow that to happen again. Thank goodness. I would never wish that experience on anyone. Six weeks of hell. One good thing came out of it. I learned to speak Russian.

 

OK my lovely Son in between beautifying himself has just popped into the office where I am typing and turned on the speakers where now I have beautiful classical music playing. It is lovely. I could get used to this.

 

Teen been at work all day now shower, shave and hair dryer is on this normally means he is out and about… The hair thing I mean. You should hear the plans he has for his birthday? Wow, the queen would be proud. Three days of events. I’m pleased when he is happy.

 

I have just got in from our garden where I went to empty the bin we burn papers in. Gosh, it’s like a blooming crematorium out there. When I have the bag full of ashes. Time for smoky mountain again soon we have some boxes we need to get rid of. But out there is like ice flowing through your bones. Now in, hot chocolate and heating on nice and cosy. My lucky Brother in law in Australia all warm and sunny. Mind you, I love the different seasons we are supposed to get in England. Only thing is, our weather has forgotten how to do that. We seem to have winter and summerishes,. With a capital Ishes. Smile.

 

I did it last night, night eight without eating before bed. Night one two and three were OK, four was difficult and five, well, I got worried. I mean, I was in agony. I have never felt such not only hunger, but pain. I could have got up from bed and made some food, or even ate some tomatoes, but no, I held off and I’m pleased as night six was challenging seven I thought and longed for food but last night was easy. Easy? Really? Did I just say that? Perhaps I should reflect and say OK? No. I really found it easy, now will it be tonight? All I can say is it is the most time I have stuck to some kind of food plan with restrictions for years and years.

 

I had to laugh as it was sunny this afternoon, so Hub and I took a break for less than twenty minutes as we had lots to do but as he took a coffee me a delicious not so slimming hot chocolate outside on our seat in the sun, we were talking about swimming and he said that I wouldn’t go swimming so I replied, well, I will be slimmer in the summer. His response shocked me, as he replied. “Let’s be realistic?”

Cheeky monkey. Well, I guess I was drinking hot chocolate, but, I wasn’t eating any crisps or bars of chocolate. I mean, fluid, comes out fast right? Haha.

 

Can one of my Bloggets who can see tell me please is this font OK? I had a lovely lady today tell me that the font was too faded for her to see it. I mean, I have gone into font size and whatever and I need an ology in Latin to understand some of the font titles. Thank you in advance.

OK off to watch TV with Hub. Love till later x

REACTION TO FURY


To those who think I only write about issues impacting people who are blind or partially sighted, after my some would say controversial blog “Dear Fury” here is a direct message from a Blogget who has perfect sight but who has experienced the challenges of life others views can bring.

 

Here is an example of someone who, although not physically locked into their environment, is hemmed in by the views of society including some of those close to them.

 

I don’t believe this person has been able to even write about this until now! I hope they have found this a cathartic experience.

FURY 

“People are so narrow minded it makes me sick. Going home at the end of the day to your loving other half who you are proud to walk hand in hand with down the street, or not afraid to talk to the neighbours about, or share a passionate kiss in public yet I can't do any of that. My other half is the same sex as me and due to people's inability to understand what it means to be gay means I cannot kiss my partner when I get home because the curtains are open, as we would wake up to eggs splattered on the house the following morning. God forbid if we held hands in the street as we would need to sell up and move due to harassment


“So, who is my next of kin at work? Well it can't be him, everyone would know about us then I would need to retrain and work in a different skill, but hang on, then I wouldn't have an income and the loans we have in my name (because we were not allowed to have a loan in same names with us being same sex) would not get paid, I see a vicious circle coming here.


 Next thing, my boyfriend gets cancer... How do I get time off work to support him? What excuse do I give at work? I love him so much, he is in pain, he needs an operation, and how do I support him? I can't as no-one knows about us and they can't know. I am on my own, I can't help you, people don't understand.
 His mother has died, how do I get time off work for the funeral? How do I hide my grief at work so people don't ask too many questions? I can't, again, you are on your own.


To escape from all this hassle and day to day life, we decide to book a holiday... costing us more money and the insurance is higher too; I will leave that one to you to work out why. So we get to Spain and we are sick of people looking at us all the time giving us a complex, we now stay in on an evening with each other's company as we have had enough of the stares. Our holiday now seems like a prison sentence.


“Before long, every day seems to be a hassle; you struggle to get out of bed, your parents although they talk to you, they don't understand you, and they withhold an offer of financial support because you respected them and told them you were gay.

 

“People talk behind your back at work and you start to get a complex. Next thing, you are depressed, depressed because you just want to enjoy life like any other "straight" couple.


All you have done all your life is tried to be nice to people, help people, understand people, listen to people and all you are looking for in return is acceptance. Acceptance, for who you are, acceptance that will allow you to go to your boyfriend’s mother’s funeral, be able to hold your boyfriends hand in hospital and tell him everything will be alright.
Hide, that's what I can do, I will put on this brave face as if nothing worries me, nothing scares me, let people see I am a hard faced strong individual, only if you knew the truth.


 

Saturday 27 February 2016

TEA AND CAKE


Waiting for boy wonder to come home from work. He is a clever lad and no wonder. He had fish for lunch and guess what I have made for his dinner? Yep, fish. Different kind though. He loves it. Good job….

 

Its bitter cold out there today earlier walking with little Wagga, even she was freezing.

 

 After yesterday’s blog where I can say I’m delighted to let you know a lady who has been on her own for seven years never left her garden had a visitor today. Someone who read the blog thanks to your shares and it was the ladies elderly aunt who until reading the blog never gave her Niece who is in her sixties a second thought. She took a cake and they drank tea and now they are going to meet up every fortnight. Now that was worth being up all night for. If I can help one person. I speak for those who can’t. And in my next blog. I will be writing about a totally different perspective but in a way, how society see’s certain people. Right now I’m off to cook.

 

DEAR FURY 2


Just a few comments from people after reading my last blog which has had almost 500 views so far in less than 24 hours. Thank you all for your emails messages and comments.

Heidie Carrie-Ann, Jim and others who are not listed below, Your messages are much appreciated and so warm.

Jessie

For every one person that sees you as being negative there are one hundred others, like myself, who find your blogs as inspirational. I am legally blind with RP but still have a small amount of vision left. Everytime I feel down and hopeless your blogs have helped me to pick myself up and be grateful for what I do have. Don't ever stop being you, xx

 

Carrie-Ann

Well said sweet lady xo it's all true. I wish more people could just be honest like you. You don't even know how many people you have helped and inspired. Including myself. And you continue each day with no gain. Your a true angel in disguise. Everyone has their own paths in life and nobody can walk in anyone's shoes. You are so correct. But my dear friend you can sure relate. Thank you xo

 

Fiona (Not me)

So..... I did it.i read to the end! So so true!
Life without sight is difficult and so frustrating.
Great blog

 

Tracy

Another amazing blog.

People surprise the hell out of me, most for the narrow minds and their cruelty to others but occasionally someone comes along that surprises me with love and compassion.
People need to recognise, you don't know anyone or what they deal with day to day, and far to often we are on own dealing with life's demons, troubles and worries, let alone trying to relate to blindness and the pit falls you have to overcome and that's without moving out of the house.

But Fi, you manage to write an amazing blog, that makes us readers, try and walk in their shoes and yours. You give insight to something that should make those narrow minded people, stop for a moment because they are not helping, they hurt with their messages.

My son is still waiting for his diagnosis but we feel alone, no contact and isolated. You give me hope, respect and love - that's what everyone on this crazy unfeeling planet needs and deserves.

You are amazing X

 

 

 

Dorothy

Well said

 

Wise

Fiona...you are not alone. When I rant about why I hate RP, the general feeling I got was get over it and move on, like blindness just a small bump on the road.

Beth

Well said Fi. I've been to school 3 times and scored perfect grades. Wasted time and money as nobody would hire a girl that needed brighter light to work by in order to do her job. Nor did they want an employee who couldn't drive because it made me unreliable in their eyes. Nobody wanted a straight A student holding a cane to greet their customers because it might reflect badly on the company. No, being visually impaired is no great picnic and our unemployment rate is over 80%. I'm blessed to have the support of my husband because truly, without him I don't know how I would even make it to the market. We're a tough bunch of individuals and society sees us in different ways. Either we're inspirational or we're downers. We are human and every human is allowed to grieve. Every human is susceptible to feeling isolated and lonely. The blind top that list because people toss us aside for fear of having to help in some small way that might interfere with their world. In reality, it's just fear, plain and simple. Deep down they view blindness as the worst thing that could happen to them and to be around us brings it home. Rant away Fi. You've earned the right. Love you.

 

Lisa

Great words Fi , I needed a smile Today, many Many Years Ago before I was Diagnosed WithRp I was A Hairstylist Which I loved Because I loved the People I only Got To Live My Dream For a very short Time Today I went to Get my Hair done Which I dread every time not Because it takes long but I sit and think what could Have Been and My Heart hurts Not To mention when I go in There some of Them Think I'm contagious because I'm Blind This Life gets beyond Frustrating Everyday The Upside I Have a Amazing Husband that always Has his Shoulder Ready when I need a good cry and My Rp Friends because they are the only ones that get It Luv you Big Bunches Fiona You The Best!!xxx

 

Jo

I tried commenting on it on the GD page but my phone froze and now I can't find it on there.....have they removed it lol! Some of those people want to try standing in a shop for hours when they only want some milk and that is after risking your life crossing roads or breaking an ankle on the dreadful pavements and even going out with miss matched clothes or tooth paste on your face and passing people who will stare but wouldn't dare speak to you and tell you! Anyway, you didn't say that there weren't people worse off because we know there are but that doesn't mean life is easy, not even the dogs make it easy they just make it slightly easier. Most times I go out I force myself out the house but I wouldn't even do that without the dog I'd just wait for someone to come out with me! As for going to a market!......crazy!!!

 

Friday 26 February 2016

DEAR FURY


I doubt most people will get to the end of this blog as it will be too close for comfort for the majority.

 

I’m on a bit of a rant. I’m rather cross with some opinions. How dare people presume our lives as visually impaired people if they have never walked in our shoes? I’m steaming I am.

 

People saying we should be positive. Really? Well, I would like those people to visit or read some emails I receive not that I would pass them on before my Bloggets get scared. But just to see what it is like in our lives. Then perhaps they won’t preach from their bloody perfect worlds.

 

There are people in your wonderful worlds that never ever leave the house. So you reply

“Well they should. There are guide dogs out there to assist.”

Oh very nice. So you are seventy eight could see yesterday and today you woke up blind, so you just tattle off to the post office an buy a guide dog? No you fool. You firstly don’t know who to call; you can’t see phone numbers anymore. Then when you learn after the initial shock that you can record numbers on a Dictaphone for example, you learn that you need to be taught the long cane before you can go on a Guide Dog waiting list. Then you can be on that list for two years. And not every religion wants a guide dog and not every rented accommodation   allows a dog. Some people are allergic to animals too.

 

Your family don’t bother with you now you are blind. They dare not call to see you as if they do they may be asked to do something for you and this is a selfish world we live in. A lot of people don’t do for others if it doesn’t benefit them.

 

So what do these people then do? I guess you, with the narrow mind may say

“Pay for a service!” OK how? What with? A lot of blind people don’t work and if they do and go blind suddenly they have to give up their job also how to advertise when you can’t see and you are not used to using technology? You lose your sight now and how will you type? Don’t think we come ready for this crap you know.

 

Jobs, oh we are clever. We can get a job anywhere. Stupid person. Doing what?

As a window cleaner? Builder? Doctor? There are fewer jobs available now for people who are blind I have friends who have bachelors degrees and are extremely intelligent  who worked really hard to get to where they are now as guess what? The university that they applied for on paper are meant to look at us with an open and equal mind, but At the end of the day, they are as ignorant as you.

 

Truth is, we have to work double if not as trebly hard to get to university and that is OK for those who make the grades, but what about those who don’t? For whatever reason. May be they didn’t have good schooling because they went to a sighted school? May be they just can’t study, like you would hope we would.

 What was that you said?

“No one is too old!”

Oh, so you are 58 and you need to go to University. OK, study for three years making you 61, you are that age blind and go for an interview along with 21 year olds. Who can see who may not need extra equipment in the work place? Yep, you are really going to get that job, you ignoramus.

 

Talking about ill-informed people, if we do need tech in the work place our bosses don’t always pay for it, either we do or access to work so before you dismiss us, look into that?

 

And there is the fact, how do we get to work? Yes you, you with your sighted eyes in your car you couldn’t be without for no more than a couple of weeks, we don’t have that luxury we use the bus or expensive taxi sometimes a train sometimes all three. Just to get us ten miles away taking us over an hour where as you in your car can take that job and be there in ten minutes.

 

My list lecture rant whatever you want to call it can go on and may be it will but for now I need to go for a drink, and no, not alcoholic though sometime you drive me to wanting that. But I have been robbed of my eyesight; I’m not going to let you steel my liver too.

 

OK I’m back. I have been fed so I’m calm now, debating if I should publish this blog, but I have received so many notifications emails etc. with regards to such a subject. There are people who say that they don’t want blindness shoved down their throats and I guess those people who think like that haven’t even got this far in the blog. Well, that is a shame as those are the people I wish to get to. Those of you in your ivory towers of success hope happiness and problem free. This is the trouble with society; people have no compassion or empathy for anyone other than themselves. I would love a day once a year where by people were given contact lenses that blocked out all vision. You had to go about your daily work. Even to boil a kettle you would struggle. Do you know what it’s like to pour boiling water into a cup? We burn ourselves so many times we don’t even count now. So come on, these lenses. You may say.

“Oh, that wouldn’t be fair as we are not used to that.”

Well, get you, guess what? Neither is most out of the people who do lose their sight. We don’t have a dress rehearsal. And this for sure isn’t an act.

 

Now, for those who have been blind all their lives or most of them, I have friends who say they don’t mind being blind. Some say they wouldn’t want their eyesight if they were offered. That’s fine, but not everyone is you, and, firstly take away the fact that you probably have help at some point of your week like from your parents, children, spouse, even a carer. The amount of people who are so called positive blind people are actually not always as they make out. I have spent time with people like this and they put on a front for the outside world. Some people I knew for years and years that used to or seamed to get a thrill kick whatever you call it by making people who were not so confident feel inferior    to themselves. When I learned of these people how life was really like for them, I was shocked and stepped back to take a look at their life and at first I felt great anger as they made so many feel so bad when as a matter of fact, the people feeling that way were in an actual much better state of life and independence. So what I’m saying is, next time as a blind or partially sighted person appears to you as some kind of super person, take a step back from the situation and ask questions when you have observed for a while and realise that yes they can get from A to B in the outside world and on their way to work, they stop at a shop then even call in at a market I mean, I say, a market? How does someone blind go to a market on their own? It turns out they either tell lies or ask almost every single stall holder what they are selling, where they need to go next and so on. But when they are telling you their story about buying cheese from one stall, toffee from another and this and that, ask yourself are they telling the truth or are you, prepared to spend your time to buy three items asking half the market place where you are, where you need to be and so on? The noise in those places makes it impossible to go as a blind person on your own unless it’s a tiny market.

 

Those who say they do everything on their own, they over compensate for what they can’t do. Now I’m not saying we as blind people are hopeless, so come off your heigh horse, what I’m saying is just because we can do some things stop presuming others should be able to as well. And if you can see, until you live in a sighted world as a blind person, stop right there acting like buffoons and just for a day imagine your life.

 

No, we can’t get a job no matter how clever we are without a huge amount of stress. We can’t just walk into any roll. Our work has to be something where you don’t need to see. We can do good jobs, better than sighted in some case as we need to prove ourselves to the imbecilic minds out there. We even have jobs with great responsibility like school teachers solicitors directors and so on, but to get there? And who will take a chance on us? Don’t get me wrong not everyone has the brain opinions and narrow mindedness of some nincompoops, we do come across some wonderful people out there and I have friends one in particular I talk about a lot in my blog bless her, good old JB now she is amazing but, she will be the first to say that leaving the house she also feels anxious. An yet she will go anywhere and do anything. But, when you get to know her, she is honest and decent enough to be the first to say that life can be tough and she doesn’t’ know how she would manage without the support of her family, though, you will find her shopping in the middle of a very busy shopping centre on her own, well, with her guide dog. But she has been taught the routes and she is brave. That is all it is you know, to be brave or mad however you look at it.

 

To those who say nothing would stop me if I were to go blind, just take one day. One day where you wear and are honest about it, a blind fold. Now, you are lucky, you can remove that. So when you need to go to work the next day, as you are fortunate, you don’t have to prove you are the best person for that job you don’t need to worry  about who you are going to get on with colleagues as just look at them. See their reaction to you. If they smile, smile back. If they don’t look friendly, fine, move on. We can’t do that.

 

 Close your eyes walk around your house, and this is the house you are familiar with. Put the kettle on, pour a cup of tea with milk sugar even, if you don’t take sugar, see how difficult it is, to get sugar from the pot to the cup. You will be shocked at how much mess you make. When I do it, I don’t make a mess, so how about now, you have poured water all over the worktop and look at the spilt sugar, will I laugh at you and tell you you are hopeless and keep practicing till you get it right, or shall I say nothing drink the tea and be grateful I can see?

 I wish.

 

Your dog needs to go to the toilet. You have to pick the mess up. Try without sight. Try walking to the end of your drive I mean, surely that is easy, wasn’t it you who said if I were blind I would not be kept in the house? That was you, right?

 

So no, we don’t have cancer thank goodness, but a huge part of us has either died or is dying. We grieve. Next time you see a blind person walking down the street; just ask yourself how did they get to that part in their lives? We don’t push a button and get there.

 

The sun is out and I want to walk along a beach. How do I get there? Take a bus then train, when I get off the train, where next? A taxi as I do not know the way. I can’t work my guide dog as no way she would work with such pleasure at her paws. Even if she would how can I walk where I have not been taught? Then, how do I get back what taxi wants a sandy dog?

 

I want to say so much more and I want to swear. My word, I’m not the kind of person who feels good about swearing, I feel if you can’t think of a better word to use, then that shows you are lacking in education and I’m not talking about studying, just the book of life and language you know what is right and wrong. So I apologise to those Etymologists                 

 Among you all for not using words you agree with but I don’t apologise to those who speak who have no idea no right and no thought for what you have just said.

 

I have had moments whereby I have used words I’m not proud of. But, it’s out of fury I don’t want to think at that point of my blog I want to scratch you and pull your hungry hair out. Your sly skin needs to be under my nails. You’re malevolent mouths should be shut!

 

The end

DIARY OF FI'S FUN FRIDAY


So it’s Friday let’s have some fun?

Some jokes to turn your frown upside down.

Did you hear about the man who wrote?

I’m trying to get into classical music, but I can’t find any original recordings. All the music is performed by cover bands.

 

Important note from a car manual

Backing into a tree significantly reduces your trunk space.

 

“Make criminals pay. Study to be a solicitor.”

 

Why is the math book so sad?

Because it’s got too many problems.

 

“Hub told me not to write that one down…. I asked why? He replied. Because I will embarrass myself too much. Haha. When has that ever stopped me?”

 

Just some quick questions for my clever Bloggets. How can they call it alcoholics anonymous, when the first thing they do is stand up and give their name? And, what do you call a woman who always knows where her Husband is?

Come on come on, you know this answer?

Do you? Think about it now?

OK here is the answer.

 

A widow.

 

OK they were rubbish, but may be a little crease in your face? Just a little tiny turned up bit at the edges?

No?

Oh.

 

Watched a great criminal drama tonight with my boys and girl.  And did wonder, why is our bird so quiet during the day until one person speaks, even if my blooming lap top talks he strikes a pose and starts to sing. But at night time? No. He is quiet though he is still awake teen says. Sometimes he sleeps with his little head under his wing, and, on one leg. How does he not fall? I read somewhere that they bend their little legs without using too many if any muscles. Not sure why they don’t lie down? I guess its instinct so in the wild they can fly away at speed. I also read that half of their brain stays awake at all times. I still don’t know why they hide behind their wing though. But at nights we watch TV and he is awake but doesn’t make a sound. All those lovely voices going on too? If you think about it as well, bird’s canaries, are on their feet 24/7. So sometimes they can be seen washing their plates of meat. (Feet) This helps with the discomfort they must feel? Shop assistances should think about the poor birds when they are saying what a tough day they have had not being able to sit down? Next time you see a shop assistant licking their feet, you will understand more? Hahaha.

 

OK, end of silliness my eyes are so tired they have hurt a lot today so I’m going to go to bed and finish this blog tomorrow, so read on

Good morning Bloggets. Gosh so exciting. It doesn’t take much but today the adrenalin has been rushing and flowing everywhere as I had to get a story to the press but couldn’t get a hold of the information I needed and the story had to be in this morning to be published. Texts, calls and emails later, I got the information and wrote it all out and pushed the send button. Hoping that I wasn’t too late.  Great, received an email back saying the story had been accepted I’m buzzing as know that it will help someone. So a second part of a good start. The first part, I weighed myself. Seven painful nights in a good sleep and woken by the pain in my stomach for food. Oh I’m not kidding it’s been torture.  The worst being during this night. I felt burning inside of my stomach and as if it were being cut open. I could have got up and made toast. I was so close. Then I remembered that somewhere it was written that chewing gum was an appetiser suppressant. Yes, I tried that. Never ever thinking it would work. Gosh, it halved the pain. What is all that about? The Psychologist in me says I’m chewing so telling the brain I’m eating. If that is the case I may have solved a very painful problem. What I don’t get is how come Hub doesn’t feel the same pain as he too has stopped eating supper. Teen feels ill if he doesn’t eat for more than a few hours. So he’s like his mum. Anyway got up weighed and lost after seven nights 2lbs. It’s pathetic. But I guess I have to tell myself two down better than up. Knowing me, I will put on 9 lbs next weigh in, I’m thinking about not weighing myself for a few weeks. Because I’m good at throwing the towel in. This is an expression meaning quit. If I gain, I will say what is the point but the fact is, I do feel more awake.

 

OK. Will go now as it’s late in the morning about eleven and I have not had breakfast. I needed to get this story sorted also had another urgent request for a poem to be written so that had to be done and emailed thankfully not posted. I need to remember to get some stamps. You have a lovely weekend I know tomorrow is planned to be different for us, now if we stick to the plan? Later gators. X

Thursday 25 February 2016

I HAVE THE KEY WILL YOU COME WITH ME? Fiona Cummings


  OK this has to be a cheerful blog. A very special person to me has been hurt this week and another who I love dearly along with their family are in great pain right now, after my last blog on animals, I need to close the door I’m in, find the key to the other door and walk through it, so hopefully you will come with me and let’s see what we find? Away from this negative world for sure, please? Nasty angry people goodbye and say hello to others.

 

Hello? Oh, our pop awards were on last night. The Brits. Also known as The British Phonographic Industry’s annual pop music Awards. Well, Adele of course won four awards and it’s the same every year. If one person wins two awards they clear the stage and forbid anyone else from standing on it. The other nominees don’t have a chance.

 

One of my guilty pleasures was singing live and what a fantastic performance he did too. Who was it? did I hear you ask?

Hang on till I clear my throat.

Drum roll please?

Justin Bieber.

Ok, I’m old enough to breast feed him so it’s so wrong but I simply love him and just pretend he is thirty. If I were single well, no, it’s complicated.  If I were ever single I would never date another, but let’s pretend as after all, we have gone through the door of magical moments in this blog today right? Well, if I were single, the youngest man I would date would be thirty. Younger than that would be wrong. My Son after all is eighteen, not for long mind you, it’s his birthday in eight days. Or is that seven? Haha, well, it’s on the third of March. And, you know how I struggle to buy gifts and anything other than groceries? Well, I have bought him bits and bobs and oh boy, he only went in my cupboard of hidey things the other day to look for something and there they were. Staring at him. He said nothing, but if he didn’t see them, then I do have a worry about his sight.

 

It’s sunny today though we had ice during the night. No, I didn’t wake up and have scotch on the rocks, I mean outside.

 

Teen was up at half four again for work and Hub had a drive by taxi then went to meet his colleague to be driven to the next point of call. He was in the cars over two hours and after his day at work, he has to drive all the way back. Well, not him, as that would be a little on the dangerous side. All those blind corners and so on, but his poor colleague bless her is driving him all the way home and then she has a huge drive back to her house bless her lovely head. (Lovely head) that is an inside joke between us. Not sure if she is a Blogget, I don’t think she has the time or energy or even the wish to read what I write, but if she does read this, then she will smile….

She will. Honest….

 

So what is through the door of delights?

It’s lunch time here so wondered I have two cucumbers in my fridge. I need to use them. I don’t want to eat bread, though I love cucumber sandwich. So I may just chop some up with vinegar. Don’t knock it till you try it. Just a little, I don’t mean for your thin slices to be floating around in a dish. I also love cucumber with salad cream. Not that diet rubbish though. It was funny my friend said when eating some salad cream a few weeks ago, no, I didn’t just serve her salad cream. It was on a salad. She asked how I got it so delicious. Haha. Out of the bottle love, only difference is, it comes with flavour. She buys everything slim fat free salt free taste free…. So when she tasted my full on Fifi fat food, her taste buds went ballistic in her mouth. To make people think you are a good cook, just invite all your friends who look healthy…

 

Coca cola I have drank, even thought about putting it down my toilet as people swear it makes the porcelain positively perfectly polo white. But never have I wanted it in a cake or in my friend’s case, a chicken casserole? For some odd reason people are using it to do just that. Have they not heard of gravy? (Note to my American Bloggets) our gravy isn’t like what you call gravy. It’s like a hot

Source you pour over meat and veg!

 

So as we continue on our day of discovery through our delightful door, we head out to catch dreams. Dreams, they always amuse me. I was reading an article about dreaming before you wake up. Oh Fifi, really rephrase that? I mean just before you wake up as that is the time they say    you remember early morning dreams because you are coming up from the REM. Well, I thought that was a group, but hey ho. We all learn something new. REM is the “Rapid eye movement.”

Level of sleep through the theta level. The theta level is oftern used for healing. If you have a morning dream. You should keep a diary / journal of what you can remember, so you can look back.

 

I have oftern written before about precognitive dreams. These are dreams that come true, dreams which show you a little of the future and validated in the waking present world.

 

Well if my morning dream comes true it is a funny one. Ready for it?

Today in the real world my Son had a very important event at work. His entire workplace depended on him. In real life at silly time this morning just as the blackbirds were coming back from the night clubs, he left the house to drive to work. Came back in. I was like, oh gosh, will you just go? You are already running two minutes behind time. When I heard he was getting things to defrost his car. So before I could say Jack Robinson, I must have fallen asleep. This is rare for me as I normally don’t sleep till I know he is at work safely then I need to know my Husband is at work safely, so then it is time to get up so I’m normally awake till three in the morning. Woke at four thirty for teen leaving for work and that is my sleep pattern. Well, today I broke the duck.  I fell into a deep sleep continuing my stress about boy wonder getting to work on time.

 

He couldn’t lift the bonnet of his car up to put in whatever he needed to put in. Long story but the bonnet of his car won’t open or close now….. Back to the real world for that bit. Anyway, I’m lying in bed thinking heck, you are going to be so late? Then I hear him banging at it. I’m thinking how much more can your little car put up with? It’s already like a tin can that has been squeezed by an angry teenager.

 

Next thing I hear is all of his friends gathering around his car and singing songs it turns out it’s the day of his wedding and he again is running late for that? Hahahahaha. Then I woke up. Say whh’hh’hh’aa’aa’aa’t? I mean, translate that one?

 

So what is your dream as we are now in woodland and there is a wishing well. Come on I have a coin for you. Make a wish and let your dream come true. We over complicate our dreams. Sometime we say when we retire we will do. Well no, don’t wait until then. You may not even get there why not gather your thoughts together and make dreams come true now?

 

What feels good for you?

Who in your life makes you feel good?

What gets you excited?

Many of us plan our dreams then start to eat away at the ingredients of it. Get your mixing bowl and put all the dream produce inside of it.

Stop saying it won’t can’t work out for us. If your dreams are in your mind, they can come true.

 

Don’t ever put your dream in the mixing bowl then put it in the fridge. You have to look at it every day until it comes true.

 

Commit yourself to what you want totally believe in it and it will come true. I’m not able to explain why I believe this I just do. It’s one of life’s secrets.

 

Release your fear

When you have stopped. And you are stuck. Then get your wooden spoon and stir. What is the worst thing that can happen?

 

Stop judging and criticizing being negative towards others for they, carrying out a dream, won’t improve your life at all. Take their positive energy and breathe it in.

 

Value tiny decisions. Add the small things you do get and achieve in a week and they mount up to a lot at the end of the month.    

 

Oh I want to continue walking through our new land with you but right now, my canary is screaming and that isn’t a euphemism. I can’t hear what I’m writing. I could go up to the office if not for I’m waiting in for a parcel for Hub something to do with work and tech also I have to stay here as the Little Fella will, or could, eat either my carpet on the stairs or himself. He bites his back leg when left. Even if we just go to the garage. Good news though, he has stopped going up stairs.

 

We have some new speakers up there so in the office I could play some lovely music in the background. I can’t wait to do that. I would love to write with background gentle music then I will go off to a world so relaxing. Hub had two huge speakers that cost him £1200 years ago but he has sold them to someone at work. Not sure he has been given the money yet, but he for sure sold them… they got a bargain as they are lovely speakers. The ones we have now are tiny. Oh I love my new office. Still waiting for the man to fix the light. Good job hub and I don’t need it?

 

OK, we only got as far as the woodland today because Dean, my canary, he’s Irish you know? Is having far too much to say. But can you smell the woody fragrance and the green lush foliage all around you? The air is pure and you are contemplating your dreams. Let me know what they are and I will get a clean mixing bowl and we shall see what we make of the recipe!

 

Later with love.

IS THIS HELL?


 I wish oh, how I  so wish that there wasn’t such a thing as animal cruelty. I am seriously distressed after reading one and a quarter news reports this morning. Firstly Police deliberately ran over a dog a fox hound at great speed to make sure the dog was dead as they say; it would have caused a crash as it ran in and out of traffic. I wonder why they couldn’t use either some kind of stun gun or call the vet or try to catch it or, block the road? I mean, if a person was on a Police chase or driving out of control, would they kill that person? No. They wouldn’t but hey, it’s just a dog. I hope those Police rot in hell. You know I have huge respect for most Police; some I have in my past referred to as dictators and one in particular even had a tiny moustache. But in general, I admire our Police force.  But this latest story sickened me. Then I read about a spaniel sat nuzzling a bag at a road side. In the bag were her four dead pups. The dog was said to have tears not sure if that was true but what I have seen with my dogs losing their pals as we have sadly lost two dogs in a year, I know dogs suffer. My Son started to tell me about the worst thing he has just seen on social network about an elephant. I had to tell him to stop. A baby dolphin died as people held it to take selfies? People who hunt beautiful elephants? How can they? They must be abnormal with something missing in their brain! What are we coming to? We are a very cruel sick nation. I really hope all those who hurt animals, and kill them too suffer. Slowly. Very slowly and live forever in hell, or are we already in hell?

Wednesday 24 February 2016

TOO YOUNG BY FIONA CUMMINGS


TOO YOUNG

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Why did you have to go

You have been knocking on heaven’s door

Now it’s open and you went through

Took our hearts with you too

You were far too young to leave

Now we are left to grieve

The pain is unbearable

Chasing you was trouble

And caught up with you in the end

Now left crying are your family and friends

Look what you have left behind

Couldn’t you stay for a little while?

You didn’t wait to see what you could find

Waiting for you

Can you hear me shouting I love you?

Heigh in the sky so blue

Where are you?

Which star shines to light your way?

Goodbye for now till we meet again one day

Hands together I pray

For your next journey to last forever

Until my darling we get back together

 

Fiona Cummings ©

I’m sorry

DIARY OF KNOCKS AND WHAT ON EARTH?


Good afternoon Bloggets. Well, I have had a man to come and plug me in!!!  Sort of speak. I’m told he is a very good electrician so here goes we will soon see. He came in a van that sounded huge. When he knocked at the door, I opened it and I thought he was fastening his shoe laces, but no, he is just a small kind of guy. Hence to say, one job to look at, he had to climb little ladders. It was only my outside light which isn’t as tall as my front door. Well, so he climbs it and back down to talk to me right? Nope. He stayed up there and we were still only eye balling each other. Smile. Oh, one thing I like about myself is that I’m tall. I would hate to be short. Though being short has a lot of advantages, you don’t get leg cramps on journeys I guess? Vertically challenged people do suffer a lot though after reading a report today, I learned that short people are regarded as less attractive and this next information shocked me, in the UK it was said that short people get paid less?  

 

This week academics at Chapman University discovered that short men

 Had one to three less sexual partners than those of average height or taller.

 

They say to stop wallowing over your lack of loftiness, as here are the five good things about being pint-size.

  1.  Short people are in  reduced risk of carrying cancer.
  2. . being short means you are less likely to develop blood clots.
  3. ..  If you are short you live longer because the hormone that controls height also controls aging.
  4. . The study showed that short people have less stress and anxiety.
  5. . Short people suffer less heat strokes as the shorter you are the colder you are. Now whether you believe any of that I’m not sure. It was a study of over five thousand people. I guess some of it makes sense, like the cancer you are not so close to the sun smile, so for skin cancer and stress causes cancer so they say short people don’t get so stressed out well, there you go… I still wouldn’t want to be short having said that, my Son works with a girl she is apparently beautiful and she is 6 feet 1 inch. I wouldn’t want to be that tall.     

 

Back to my little electrician. He said all the work I had for him wouldn’t take more than an hour but he would have to go away and price it up. So now I wait to see if I’m going to be lucky or stung. I mean its little jobs like our outside light and two bulbs in the porch. They are not just normal bulbs, oh no, the guy before us didn’t do normal. Everything we have tried to replace we can’t buy so not sure where he got his things from? The electrician said he has never ever seen one of the bulbs we have.

 

My joiner is coming back next week to tweak. Haha. He is a good guy I’m so please we have him now. And he recommended this electrician too.

 

As I type I have some homemade soup on the stove. Hub is working from home he has been in his office since quarter to eight this morning and came downstairs about half an hour ago for some food but I didn’t speak to him as I was on the phone for the big office. I have done all of my housework for the day apart from finishing off our soup. I’m done. Apron hung up maid’s hat off and as a teacher my apple has been eaten. So now leisure. Well, I say this but somehow it never works out.

 

Our little girl all OK thank goodness and we can resume now. Our front door been busy today, firstly the window cleaner, yes, the window cleaner. Wow gosh and all that? We asked him to clean the roof of our conservatory. His price was very good. So he is coming tomorrow? At the weekend? Next week? Nope. In six weeks. Hahahaha. Well, it’s normally about three months between each window clean so that is an improvement.

 

The other knock was a delivery oh, your Fifi Blogget does live a great life. Such exciting things I receive. Today? A toilet brush. And how awkward. They didn’t bother to put in a box it came in a bag the same shape as the brush and holder. Hahaha. No guessing there for the delivery man?

 

Oh, before I go. The Little Fella. Goodness. On Monday in the office the welfare lady told me that LF had regurgitated up something black and stretchy. I joked and said it was Hubs girdle. To which Hub replied. “No, it’s not, I am wearing that.”

Well, yesterday, he deposited something from the other end. LF, not Hub. Wait for it?

A glove.

So, did Hub leave Peterborough with one hand cold? No, they were not his gloves. His gloves are leather and he didn’t have them with him. Now we are all wondering what on earth has he eaten. Gross or what? I know my ex’s old dogs at his mother’s ate socks all of the time in, one end and  out the other. Hahahah. Knowing his mother bless her, she probably washed them and paired them up.

 

Hub working in Manchester tomorrow. Me? Not sure nothing planned. I will talk to you all at some point. Until then with love. X