WHERE ON EARTH?

Good evening Bloggets. I hope today has been a peaceful one for you?

Tomorrow is the last day for the applications for the job I applied for to be all sent in. I don’t know how many are applying, but Hub said a lot. I asked him over ten or under fifty? Answer, yes. Smile. I guess I got that wrong. I should have asked that question in a different way. He won’t tell me anything, and wouldn’t help me with the application form so goodness knows if I have filled it in correctly. I would have gone to the job centre, is that what you still call the place? A lovely lady told me that they would help me to fill an application form in if the website was in accessible, well, the registration for the website was a total pain, it took forever, but the actual twelve pages were all fine.

 

I think I will hear if I will get an interview in September.

 

That was my first application form ever and I’m sure I have made mistakes. But I did my best and that is all I have.

 

Personally I know I can do the job, I’m a hard worker and totally dedicated. I’m not going to change my job every two years and I’m certainly not going to be off work having a baby… But my years on earth not working for sure will be a huge disadvantage.

 

Dinner was awful tonight. I just had no desire to cook. This is what I mean, I need to use my brain more on something different to what I have been doing since I was seventeen. I have been cooking and cleaning for too long my head is full of rubbish, literally. A clean new start, out meeting people. Days go by when I see my Hub and Son. I mean to talk to. And Hub comes home from work tired, Teen is otherwise occupied, my dogs are always willing to listen, but the conversation back from them is a little tedious. Smile.

 

I had a dream last night that one of my children’s poems had been read by a publisher and they were interested in me writing a load of children’s poetry to be put into a book of beautiful illustrations and this is one of my many publishing dreams. But this was a dream, is a dream, one day I hope it will become reality. I woke from it rather confused as normally my dreams are nightmares.

 

So the Little Fella today? Hmm. Thankfully Teen saw him laying in his bed all cute and wagging his huge fluffy tail, looking very proud and when teen took a look, in LF’s bed with him was…

My brand new

IPhone!

 

Oh my goodness. Thankfully it was fine, Teen checked the screen and not a mark on it. I was sitting here and it was by my side on the sofa just to my right. he must have stolen it. Protesting because he was left today.

 

I learned why Hub left him today. Because LF totally refused to go to the toilet before time to leave for work.

 

Teen at the gym now with his friend. I guess I should go to our home gym and go on the treadmill? Hmm. It’s a thought. I hate going in the evenings and normally go during the day, but today I didn’t want to leave LF on his own, well without a human, so didn’t go.

Hub said that our treadmill had a smell of burning….

Yep, that’ll be me.

I’m just hot stuff.

Haha.

 

Hub looked at the TV before, there is nothing on for us tonight. Tonight it’s get this? Holiday horrors… Gardening programs and The great railways. Oo’oo’oo

I think I will be writing a lot tonight…

 

I was reading before new discoveries have found that on your smart phone, your battery level can be used to track your online activity.

 

We really do live in a Big Brother society. It reminds me of a blog I wrote some time ago after a visit at our theatre with our eldest daughter. I will copy the blog below for those who didn’t read it, then come back with more chat. It comes with a warning… I must have eaten loads of oily fish and other brain foods the week I wrote this. Here goes.

 

You may recall we went to see the production “1984” The other night at or theatre. It was a chilling play for sure, leaving me cold to my bones and in absolute amazement just how Orwell’s predictions of the future, though perhaps he was about twenty years too early, was so accurate with today’s life/living! I would say to appreciate the production and I’m sure the book too, you have to have an open mind and as was written, to be able to double think! To think outside the box but also realise what was originally written is now occurring on our news most days now with the middle east and how we all are being watched and every move Whether it be via our mobile phones, computers/cookies, or what we buy for our weekly shopping and what we pay for on our cards. It’s all in the book/play. I was curious to learn some more about the man Orwell himself. Not his real name.

Eric Arthur Blair, was known as his pen name of George Orwell, was an English author and journalist His work was known to be intelligent and some would say with wit and profound awareness and social injustice also, intense opposition to totalitarianism, a passion for clarity in language and belief in democratic socialism.

 

He is considered the best 20^th century’s chronicler   of English culture. Orwell wrote fiction, political journalism, literary criticism and poetry. He is best known for the dystopian novel, and the play we saw, “1984”” Published in 1949and the satirical novella “Animal farm”” They have together, sold more than any other 20^th century author. His 1935 book “Homage to Catalonia”” an account of his experience was another book he wrote! Also he wrote “Down and out in Paris and London, and this title I don’t like, “Shooting an elephant and there were other books, but   the road to Wigan perform me is a book I would love to get. These are some of his words and you will see perhaps why his writing is gripping to the reader?

“The train bore me away, through the monstrous scenery of slag-heaps, chimneys, piled scrap-iron, foul canals, paths of cindery mud criss-crossed by the prints of clogs. This was March, but the weather had been horribly cold and everywhere there were mounds of blackened snow. As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her—her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye. She had a round pale face, the usual exhausted face of the slum girl who is twenty-five and looks forty, thanks to miscarriages and drudgery; and it wore, for the second in which I saw it, the most desolate, hopeless expression I have ever-seen. It struck me then that we are mistaken when we say that ‘It isn’t the same for them as it would be for us,’ and that people bred in the slums can imagine nothing but the slums. For what I saw in her face was not the ignorant suffering of an animal. She knew well enough what was happening to her—understood as well as I did how dreadful a destiny it was to be kneeling there in the bitter cold, on the slimy stones of a slum backyard, poking a stick up a foul drain-pipe.”

You transport yourself to his world, through his eyes in that writing, don’t you think?

He was born in 1903, June in Motihari India, and his birth place I think I read earlier today, is still a protected monument of historical importance.

He left India with his Mother when he was one. He lived in Oxfordshire England with his two sisters and Mother, didn’t see his Father until he was about nine.

 

Orwell, Blair at the time had an interesting education, ending up at Eton, leaving there when he was eighteen. There is so much to write about Orwell, in my opinion his early life is of the most interest, and then telling of him joining the Indian Imperial Police.

He returned to England and decided to become a writer, he slept in slums and wrote about his life. He married quite late had a Son called Richard Blair who is still alive. Orwell died at the age of 46.

 

This is very brief, and just shows my initial analyses was wrong, after watching the play 1984 the other evening, I was sure he had first-hand experience of being in an asylum. Wrong, but, reading about his life, wow, he for sure will have seen some serious action!

 

So, that was then, this is now, what else have I been reading today?

 

 

Scientists have invented a new 3D robot that can run climb and swim. Through sand water and gravel. Scary. And have you noticed it is getting gently slipped into our news about robots now going into crowds to kill the offender? Of course I would rather that than a Police person or soldier, but what if it goes wrong and it goes for the wrong person? And, just how far will this go? One day will we be at war with robots?

 

Oh get this one, women who have their appendix or tonsils removed when young, are more likely to get pregnant…

 

Omega 3 fatty acids help to heal scars in your heart after a heart attack. New discoveries say.

 

A woman had a shower after not doing so for thirty years because she had a water phobia… Oh my.

 

Now this is crazy. Some peanuts are being recalled because on the package, it doesn’t say that the packets may contain peanuts? Hahahaha.

 

On that nut

Sorry, note, I shall go for now, but not for long. Take care coz I care. X