Good afternoon Bloggets. Gosh it’s boiling today, four days
in a row? Unheard of in the UK these days. Rain to come though, and just in
time for the wedding we are going to at the weekend.
I have made a huge summer salad for our dinner tonight, boys
and a girl, smile, are having chicken and I’m having some alternative without a
face… Gosh, there is nothing like a summer salad on such a beautiful day? For
dessert, I have raspberries, apricots and water melon with a sprinkle of
delicious pomegranate seeds. I buy pomegranate seeds in a tray, ready as there
is nothing worse than having to prepare that yourself.
So in my imagination today, I’m seeing sky with hints of
blue and yellow and white fluffy clouds floating by. And in reality, because my
Son told me what the sweet sounds were, Tiny finches are feeding from our
coconut in the garden. No, we don’t have a tropical coconut tree, it’s a shell
cut in half filled with birdie delights.
So what to chat about today, in the news is all about pigs…
My ex didn’t feature once in the headlines. Joking. Of course… He’s not a pig…
A pig is an animal who has not asked to be born and does not ask to be
slaughtered for its flesh either nor does it asked to have human organs grown
in it to help for humans to be healthy or stay alive.
This is what we are talking about doing now in the UK. Pig
farms will be the normal and hearts and so on will grow in these poor suffering
animals. Now, I’m all for stem cell and treatments for us all but when it comes
to animals, you know my views. Torture long term prisoners rather than an
innocent Labrador or rabbit, or monkey. Also by doing this, we will find cures
so much faster. If on the other hand, it was my child dying and needed an organ
transplant, then of course I would have to go for the poor pig, though I would
live my life in agony over this decision.
Hub had a good point as we discussed designer babies
yesterday. If that is what we want for our future, we must sign an agreement
that states that the unborn child will not be allowed to have children. Why has he this opinion? Because he fears for
our future generations. What if we create monsters? Well, I would say that we have
plenty of monsters in this world already, so they will feel at home. If I were to design a Son, he would be
exactly what I have so I am very lucky. But if there are parents out there
where by the father is balding with a large nose and the mother is five feet
two, they want a tall child with lovely hair and a normal sized nose, not to be
made fun of at school and go through low self esteem when older, I have nothing
against a designer child, but Hub said then every person will be perfect
looking, but what is perfect? Perfect to me may not be to you. So I don’t think
we will see everyone looking the same. But I can see certain features in people
from parts of the world changing as with cosmetic surgery, it’s already
happening.
Well my old Bloggets
will know that I don’t like throwing things away. Especially as they are really
in good condition. Now I had cases full of curtains for our kids houses. But,
Hub had another good point, two in a year? Smile, by the time our kids get
their own houses, they will not be wanting handy down curtains. Hmm. Back in my
day.. haha. I guess they will want boring modern plain sticks of rock as my Mum
used to say. Mum and I like a lot of material on our curtains. We hate them
where there is no pleat. Kids today are minimalistic I’m told, mind you, our
eldest girl likes her quirky bits and bobs, but I can’t see the little one or
Teen wanting Mummy Fi’s curtains.
Yes, so out went the curtains but can’t quite as yet get rid
of the towels. Oh they are so big and newish. It would be a sin. I do have
rather a lot though, but I am improving, as a few years ago, I counted my
towels and there were 47 two years ago, I got them down to 32 and now about 25
ish? So, why this story, I may go around the gooseberry bush to get to the
basket to collect the fruit, but there is a purpose to my story. Honest there
is. Just give me a mo jo to remember what? Hahahhahhahahahehhehe.
Oh yes, well, our joiner. We asked him to make a box like a
blanket box. Hmm. I showed him the furniture in our office, and said I wanted
it to be exactly like that. So I waited two weeks and today it came. That is
another funny story, so I shall digress again to tell you about it.
He called me, the joiner to let me know it was ready and
asked if he could come when my Son was in? I told him that my Son is in and out
like the cuckoo on a clock so if he came any night, Hub would be in to help
him. Well, that was funny because there was silence on the other end. Obviously
thinking, heckers, a blind guy helping to carry something? He didn’t know what
to say so I just told him to come early so teen would be in. If only he could
see what Hub and I have moved on our own? I mean, who else would help us? Teen
may move one thing but he has no patience, so Hub and I do it all whenever
anything needs moving.
Well what would this box look like? Haha. Em… it came and
the guy left with my money, and Teen said it looks good. Me? Urg. I don’t like it,
at all. But don’t tell Hub please? Seriously, some neighbours may think one of
us have died and we are about to be carried out.
Do I need to say any more?
I do?
OK.
Well, Teen says it’s darker than our office furniture. Our
furniture is so smooth and this is rustic to say the least. It is very well
made, don’t get me wrong but when the guy left I had a feel of it. My hands
almost stuck to it. Oh my. Obviously he has varnished it.
So I got a little
worried. The carpet in the office is new and I didn’t want it to stick to that.
I went into our guest room where we have someone staying at the moment and had
a look at where this monstrosity could go? Answer, nowhere. Hub has stuff all
over that room. Driving me crazy. Well, where is it now? Somewhere where Hub
will do his nut about. It’s on the landing. Our landing is a very odd place. It’s
huge, really big, but, full of doors. There are six doors and the entrance to
the stairs so no wall space, only a tiny bit where I have a tiny skinny unit
for CD’s. This box is four times that size in width, and depth, so now where?
Right in the middle of the landing. I like it there, you can get around it
right around it, so what is the problem? OK, it may look stupid, but it’s a
feature. Yes, it’s a feature, that’s what it is.
Also for two blindies, it’s a bit of a challenge, but we
will get used to it. Though I can see early mornings with Hub swearing a lot as
he stubs his toe. Well, where would you have put it? I’m sure it will be
useful, as really, we have no cupboards in this house, so everything is in our
robes like winter bedding and so on. Now it has a new home. The inside wasn’t
sticky. I hope the bottom isn’t. I am dreading Hub coming home to it though, he
will go mad. I dare not tell him I don’t like it, as far as I’m concerned, it
will have its use, but as for a bit of furniture? Naha.
Now onto the next story. Heck, I have put on so much weight
it’s scary. I put on a skirt I wore last summer and you can get an arm in
between the button and the hole to put it through. Everything that I have tried
on for this wedding is far too small. Or I’m far too big. So I had to send for
a skirt. I had a beautiful dress and a suit, but history now until I lose
weight. Oh, talking of pigs before, one just flew by? Did you see it? Yeah.
Pigs will fly.
So I paid money to get it delivered today. Two in the
afternoon, still waiting. I’m kind of really scared now. My friend told me that
I had made a mistake with one of the dresses I tried on. I bought it last year
on line again. The description was as little as it could be. It read something
like navy satin dress with dipped hem. Fine, will give it a go. I tried it on
ages ago, well last year, it felt great, beautiful material. Thankfully I went
for a dress rehearsal a couple of nights ago. Thought it was a bit drafty, to
learn that the back was so high. It wasn’t a dress that I know, but one where
you wear leggings with. My friend said it was fashionable to have shorter at
the front, I got it wrong. It is a dress just I had it on the wrong way. Silly
blind Fi… No, not silly, I’m not that stupid. It’s my eyes that don’t work, not
my brain. I just smiled at her but when I see her at the wedding I shall
explain that I know how to put on my clothes the right way. It is a top, if I
were to wear it as a dress, I would be arrested. So, waiting for my skirt.
Beautiful day can’t go outside. Mind you, I do have a lot of work still to do
and waiting for a call from a radio station to give an interview. You watch, it
will happen when my door bell will ring with my skirt, I will be giving an
interview on the radio.
OK, back to work now, yesterday I phoned four people and no
one was in so will try again as have to write up and send. So until later,
enjoy your day and don’t put your clothes on the wrong way? Smile. X
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