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Tuesday, 30 August 2016

DIARY OF THE DARK GARDEN BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. Today we have had a viewer from Côte d’Ivoire The Ivory coast, two Bloggets from Switzerland, three from India, 7 viewers from Australia, Eight from South Africa, nine from Portugal and Brazil    twenty three from Germany fifty seven from the UK and ninety eight from the US. Earlier we had Bloggets from the Isle of Man, Canada, Turkey, Spain, Italy, South Korea and Mexico. Great to have you all here!

 

 

It’s been Bank Holiday Monday in England today, so Hub off work though Teen worked. 5a.m he had to get up today bless him. He was told to turn up at work at 6 this morning. We were shocked that he had to be there on a BHM at such an hour? He called his boss yesterday to confirm and she told him that it was correct.

 

He went to work got there a few minutes before six and no one was there. He waited, then had a look around the back and nothing, not a single car in the parking isles. Half six he texts his boss, no reply. He called her. Nothing. So he came home and just waited until he received a text at half seven telling him he should be at work. When he spoke to the guy he told him he was given the wrong time by his boss and should have been in from half seven. Teen wasn’t best pleased, but took it a lot better than what I would have done.

 

Hub and I enjoyed a nice day together the weather was stunning so we decided to have a BBQ. Teen came home and cooked it all. I always half cook it in the oven first and I prepared salads and potatoes with cheese and bacon for the boys. I put some bread in the oven and served it hot I hope they enjoyed it?

 

Then Shamrock came around and after a chat, Hub and I ended up watching a new drama about Queen Victoria. So no abseiling or wing walking, but a nice day.

 

Last night we went to our local restaurant. Louise was his usual lovely self and again the place was packed. Mind you, their prices are really going up and I bet the staff wages aren’t? Waggs worked really well going and coming back in the dark she was even better. I really find it amazing that before I went blind I was absolutely terrified of the dark. Even the dusk. I could see well during the day, well, as well as well can be, smile. But come dusk? Absolutely hated it. No way I could go out in it, I will always remember when I was coming home from my college when I was about 16, the Autumn caught me and it was dark faster than I realised. I was on the long half our bus ride to my home and I will never forget looking out of the window to see the cobalt night starting to turn black. My heart sank. I was unable to watch out for the huge red building on my left that I needed to see to know it was my stop next?

 

It was before the days of mobile phones so I was unable to call my parents. The rest of the story is a bit of a nightmare, but I got home, really only God knows as I shiver still thinking of that night. It was a huge struggle and could have really ended me up in a lot of danger.

 

Now I’m blind, the dark means only one thing, it’s cooler. With my Waggatail I can go out, it’s amazing and groups I’m in with regards my eye condition, I hear the fear in people’s thoughts and words. I do feel for them, but want to tell them that if only they got a guide dog or white cane, things would be so different I also think if you have sight even if it is just during the day, you of course miss it and rely on it more that you do if you don’t have the choice the luxury of vision.

 

All Sunday during the day, Hub spent his time bless him in the garden, getting rid of huge weeds around our boarders and cutting back the nasty thorns. Some of the branches were coming through from next door two foot. He also found by feeling, a very old ivy root, so he pulled that out and tried to dig out another thorny kind of shrub, but wasn’t able to do that. As for our roses, I told him to leave those. Next time my Sister in law comes I will ask her to do those for us. Some of them I can manage, but not the really nasty ones. If we put gloves on, we can’t feel where they are and if we don’t wear any, we end up cut to bits.  Hubs poor hands were really sore by the time he finished.

 

And Saturday, you may have read about our day, when we went to our town. So Bloggets that was our weekend, simple but true. X

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