Good morning Bloggets. Today is forecast to be a beautiful
day, I’m waiting to learn more. It’s cool out there, sunny, but not warm enough
to sit out an yet it said we were going to get temperatures up to 24. Perhaps
they meant we had to wait 24 hours?
During the night I was reading the news as you do, in bed
and learned that a stabbing had taken place in London, in the square Hub and I
spent part of our honeymoon. One poor lady dead and five injured. At least they
have the devil who did this, but that doesn’t bring back the person who will
never walk through the door of her house and visit her family again. She is no
longer a daughter, Mother wife or best friend. She has gone forever and there
was absolutely no need.
I’m sitting drinking the most delicious cup of tea, it’s
funny how I make tea the same way each day an yet some days it’s OK other days
it’s a nice cupper and today it’s wonderful. Hits the spot as my Dad used to
say.
Talking of my Dad, yesterday I felt guilty the whole day as
this year on the 19th of July, for the first time in eighteen years,
I allowed my Dad’s Anniversary to go by without a thought. Gosh I can’t
understand why or how that could have happened. I morn so badly for him, there isn’t a day
goes by when he is not on my mind, but that day, that important day, I
immorally let slip by!
I always try to Annalise my thoughts and actions and can
only say perhaps it’s because my Mum has been on my mind of late more than
normal. I have missed her so much the past month. There is a lot going on in my
mind these days where a hug from a Mum has been needed. Mind you, my Mums Hugs
were sadly for me not in a cuddle, as I couldn’t really get that close to my
Mum, though no one could love her more, Hub said it is boarding school that
does it to us. We adore our parents but are removed from some kind of emotions
which we found ourselves having to protect our feelings against as children as
we were forced to live apart from our family. At nights when our parents should
have tucked us in bed, we had the coldness of a house Mother who wore frost on
her head as a hat and to get to their hearts, one would have to chip away at
the ice. The dormitories were so cold; our tears froze on our pillow.
Those of you who ask when I am going to write my
autobiography, I have written it twice, and let it go, I went through torture
to write this as I still endure the pain of school. I was six when I had to go
away from home my poor Husband was three. We had to grow up and this leaves
such side affects in our lives. No one is there to clean your knee as you bleed
after a fall. There is the school nurse, but to be honest, as a tiny child,
that is not the first thought to take yourself off to a nurse. I’m sure now
days it’s so different, but our schools were not the safest places or homely environments
for children.
I was lucky, I went home until I was twelve at weekends.
Some poor kids only got home every six months and I remember some children
having to go to live with staff members in the holidays.
But enough of that, and back to my Dad, I just hope he
forgives me I said to Hub last night. I really feel my Dad with me and if he
looked at me on his Anniversary and knew I had not thought of him, will he now
leave? His spirit I mean? As for my mum, I haven’t felt her for years. Her
presence used to be prominent. I don’t want my Dad to go away.
If you could see my kitchen? Oh my goodness. Seriously, it’s
like my cupboards have all been emptied and every dish is out on my work tops
and in the sink. The dish washer is full from last night as I put it on before
bed. Bless Hub before work he normally empties it for me so I can re fill it
when I get up. Well at ten to nine this morning when I walked in the kitchen, I
walked back out.
Teen came home at midnight, but with his friend and was up
till three. He was good and very quiet apart from the Little Fella barking when
they came in the house at midnight and left at three this morning. He barked as
he doesn’t know the other person.
Teen got up today, ate, ran out to the town to get a haircut
then has told me he is going for two hours to the gym then it will be time for
work. Well I have told him I need him to empty the dish washer. I pray he will
make time as I have warned him in plenty of time before work. But of course I
can’t force him. Seriously though, there isn’t a chance I can go in there. It’s
too daunting. I mean, when you can’t see and you put your hands out to feel
your work tops and they are full as well as the sink and even the cooker has
pots on it. It is the worst I have seen my kitchen since Hub and I prepared Christmas
dinner last year. If he at least empties the dish washer I can then start the
clean up, then I will have to wash everything down to guess what? Start all
over again cooking. I could cry.
At least at the weekend I am eating out for lunch on
Saturday and Sunday, but still will have to cook for teen. You may wonder where
all of the dishes have come from? Well last night I cooked our dinner, so then
filled the dish washer. But then I asked Teen when he came in from his volunteering
if he had brought his dishes in from his bag as he took lunch with him. He said
yes. That is why I found his bag full of dishes? Seriously he would leave them
in there to mould. So during the night I text him and told him to empty his
bag. Well good lad. He did. Now in my sink. He ate through the night too that’s
fine, dishes in my sink and breakfast this morning dishes are on the work tops
because there is no room in the sink and the dish washer have clean dishes in…
No time for him to empty before going out, my son lives for the moment and
everything is last minute, smile, so up out. In, shower, eat out.
There were some pots I couldn’t fit in the washer last night
on our cooker, goodness knows what his friend thought of our house? Smile…
My IPhone has just alerted me that there is a news flash. I’m
almost too afraid to look in case it’s another incident. Still loving my
IPhone, though when I use dictation which is rare as I prefer to use the touch
screen though that takes ages as I can’t write short texts, as I can’t really
write short blogs, did you notice? Anyone would think I was a chatter box. Why do
I prefer to write when I can dictate? Because my blooming IPhone like my IPod
and possibly most people, doesn’t understand my strong as people have commented
of late Geordie accent. I guess they can’t take the Newcastle out of the lass.
But of late I have been told by a few people that my accent is so strong. I
hate that as I give talks and I wonder now how I come across. Though I do try
to talk without much of an accent when I give talks. One of teens friends said
the other day when I told her I was a posh Geordie. “I didn’t know there was
such a thing as a posh Geordie.” Cheeky monkey.
My right eye today feels as if it has been kicked by a
Pelican.
Don’t laugh, I don’t know where that expression has come
from, hahaha. Really, it’s kind of as if
clawed feet have been kicking it. Or another way to put it, a fork has been stabbed
over and over again in my eye.
Nice to see Russia back to view the blogs, again I ask, are
you a school? As on average 25 views per day are being looked at. Russia is now
back in third place on the global stats. Mexico tenth. My UK Bloggets are miles
in front and US second. I keep thinking all countries have viewed now, but then
another viewer will turn up and it’s great to see new places, countries I haven’t
even heard of.
So, thought of the day.
“Thoughts are like seeds you plant in your mind.
Try to have a positive thought, even if it is not how you are feeling. To make
that thought grow, feed it with the power of your mind. Positive thoughts give
us energy. Negative thoughts rob us of a garden of plenty and fill our head and
mind with rubbish, rubble stones and dead roots. Start to plant your seed of
hope and positivity with a pleasant thought. Be patient with your garden in
your head and slowly watch the flowers bloom, the trees bare delicious fruit
and the foliage of your mind will open into a forest of fulfilment.”
© Fiona Cummings
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