DIARY OF ALL JOINED UP BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good morning dear Bloggets. Day whatever in the Fifi household of ups and downs. Our Son has his first day off work most of those early starts at half six he was in his work place, so today, his lay in, has been very much so interrupted. Firstly, at six thirty, I heard him take Shamrock home… Hmm.
He also had the Wagging one in his bedroom all night hahahaha. Welln o way we could have left the dogs downstairs with the paint, already my black wagging wonder of a Labrador, is doing a great impression of a Dalmatian, as she has gloss on her. Someone came to the door yesterday, don’t ask who, as it’s like an open house here. And she escaped before I got chance to Catch her. As for doing as she is told and staying where she is? Forget that. Of course, everyone who comes to our house has one perpus only. And that is to visit Waggatail… It all goes very wrong when they walk past her. Haha.

We had the Little Fella, he was so good, but I kept hearing Teen telling Waggs to lay down. LF didn’t move a muscle all night, he was so cute. Hub took off his collar with his bells on… We forgot to take Wagga’s off.
Woops!

All my paint work is done. My joiner has just arrived. He is a good guy, as is my painter, he did well in the end. Mind you, my stick was forever getting sharpened and I don’t mean my white stick. I was rather firm with him.
In a nice way, of course…
There was only one point when he sounded scared.

Teen and Shamrock going ice skating today and Shamrock has a job interview. It’s a big one for her at such a young age. So, I hope she gets it.

It’s a perfect day today but not if walking on your own. I would not need an ice rink today. And I wouldn’t be wearing a short dress like those skaters do… But the idea of walking in the woods with good grips. Smile is a good one and one I can only dream about right now, but one day, Hub and I will be if my prayers come true, walking among crispy leaves, smiling at our dogs in the snow as they play, by then I would guess retired guide dogs or just pets. And doing the Christmas markets as well as all the things we wish to do but find it impossible right now, but one day, if there is ever a cure for blindness, we will have a lot of catching up to do.

There is so much out there. So much research. But everything is starting. Or at phase one. Rather than half doing loads, I just wish they would concentrate on finishing their projects.

Gosh, how I wish to see. I know we do lots more than some people who are blind, and I get messages saying they don’t know how we do whatever on our own, but the fact is, what choice do we have? We don’t have parents or so called carers, we don’t want someone to come to our house and quotes care for us, as we are very independent people, so we do pick our paint, wallpaper and find carpets we need, furniture and food, we read and send letters, cook, clean and live. Some days it feels as if we survive. It’s just a daily struggle and sometimes the stress builds up and our cork pops. But there is nowhere for the fizz to go.

I dream to look at loved ones faces and see their delight in their faces. The sparkle in their eyes. Someone told me the other day that our Sons eyes are so beautiful. Like an angel looking at you. Another said his eyes were the most beautiful colour they have ever seen. And another said his smile could melt an iceberg. I don’t see any of that. I see nothing, just hear his words.
And there not always good ones. Believe me…

I have just took a box of lightbulbs upstairs. Haha. Didn’t bother us… but I wondered if our joiner needed to see better as it’s a dark room where he is working. I can’t believe my Son is sleeping through that noise?

Today my heart goes out to the families of the Brazilian football team, who’s plane crashed into a mountain yesterday on its way to the Colombian city of Medellin and all of the other people who sadly have been forgotten about because of who else was in the plane. Whoever they were I’m so sad for those who loved them. I think it was 71 people who died and there are stories suggesting that the reason it crashed is lack of fuel.

A four year old little girl died after the oven who gave birth to her text her boyfriend to say she would give the little girl drugs to make her sleep so she wouldn’t bother her and her man from having sex. It is said that she gave her Ketamine, methadone and Diazepam! The little girl died of a heart attack. Police raided the house and found drugs just next to where the girl was sleeping on the sofa.

Temperatures in England dropped 9.4C I always feel for the birds, ducks and swans. How on earth do they keep warm? Reminds me I must buy some proper bird food rather than some seeded bread that I have been putting out of late. I know it’s not the best thing for them, but I feel so sorry for them and it’s like they are crying on my fence. When I go out they make a sound and it’s so pitiful. I will go and clean their water pot out too. It’s important to give them fresh water as they wash themselves in it and it fluffs their feathers up to keep them warmer.

A rare 17th century map of the world has been restored after it was found stuffed up a chimney in Scotland. There’s a warning there Bloggets. Check out who’s been stuffing your chimney? You never know what you will find up there.

A Chinese astronaut is spooked as he heard a hammer like sound hitting an iron bucket whilst in space.

I just don’t know how anyone can travel to space. It would freak me out. And I totally believe there is something out there. Also, isn’t if funny how we focus up there and not under the sea? Surely if you can go up you can go down, or if you can live up there as aliens, you can live down there? Smile.

My eyes are burning with the paint but my Asthma is better today. The fumes are awful. My friends Mum was saying the other day to me she told her daughter when she had a similar job done, to leave the house and go to hers to stay whilst the men did what they needed to do… Gosh that privilege. I guess I should go into the living room and try to clean it all up? All to be done again as the tiles will create so much dust. But I have to get my pictures up on the walls we can’t get moved in this house. Let’s hope I put them up the right way? Especially our large wedding photograph. haha.

I’m envious of my friends getting together this weekend. I will miss them. I will be there in spirit though. And I will be seeing Julie, so that will be lovely. I just hope I can get the work done and today I must try to cook a good healthy dinner as last night we had Pizza’s delivered.

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Take care Bloggets and talk to you later. Xx

TUESDAYS DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good day Bloggets. I’m writing this in the conservatory. My asthma is dreadful with the fumes of the paint. My painter came yesterday. He came ages later than he said. He started to paint the ceiling that had just been plastered and told me of the mess that was all over our wallpaper. Even a hand print from the plasterer. If he had cleaned it when he was here, there would be no problem. Hubs two hours work cleaning where we thought was messy, didn’t do any good. But it was the day after. Our painter said if it was done before it dried, then our wallpaper could have been saved. If we wanted him to strip the paper, and re do everything. It would be five days’ work. So I said no, paint the paper that is on. I don’t care anymore. I was devastated. The trouble it took to get that paper, it’s not like I can get in the car, drive to the shop and glance at different papers? Also, it cost a fortune.

So no gloss work got done yesterday. The walls were wet. Where to put the dogs overnight? We tried the downstairs toilet, but no way they were going in there and I don’t blame them. We put their beds in but still no. Now they normally lay in the hall, but Waggatail can open the lounge door as it’s broken. This house really is the house that Jack built. Well, this morning, Teen said that Waggs had paint on her ear. How to get that off? Answers would be appreciated. When Hub went downstairs this morning, Waggs was laying on the sofa so if my breathing is bad, goodness help her? Little Fella was a good boy in his bed.

So, my painter was due today at eight. Ten past, no one. Half past not a sign. Almost nine, I text him. No response. By now I was annoyed. I called him at ten past nine. May be a good job he isn’t answer. Half nine, he called me saying he had slept in. So I just said.
“Oh aren’t you the lucky one?”” So, forty minutes later he arrived. He knew I wasn’t best pleased.

It’s almost four in the afternoon now. He’s still working, though not sure I have any coffee left… Mind you, Teen came home from work for lunch and he said it looks great in there now. Tomorrow the bigger mess starts as our joiner is coming and going to grout the tiles in our shower room. And you know what a mess that makes? He said it would take him two full ayes? Oh my… Why? I want it done yesterday. But we are lucky as he wasn’t coming until Thursday.

It’s awful because I have furniture all over the place and pictures, ornaments and a huge rug rolled up. Even all the cushions in a huge plastic bag and all of the electrics. It’s bad enough remembering where to go in the house without having so many obstacles. I can’t go out, or do any housework upstairs as upstairs there is no room to do anything. To top this, two teens for tea today to cook for.

The weather is so cold but crisp and sunny. How I would love a lovely winter walk through autumn leaves today? Just to get out. My friend has just contacted me to ask if I want to go out, but no way I can, not for the next few days. Somehow, I have to get ready to meet with our friend too. Hub taking the day off on Friday. And I kind of hope that we are going to take the two busses to our big shopping centre to do last minute Christmas presents. Making plans to see our friends the week before Christmas and my brother and Sister in law are coming too. And hope to get together with Hubs Brother and his Dad probably different times. But at some point, I have to wrap gifts… Next weekend I hope Hub, Teen, Shamrock and I are going to the Pantomime in our town. I have had tickets for months. But guess who is working that day? Teen. He said he will try to swap. He blooming better. He said if he can’t get time off, we can go with Shamrock…. Well the point is a family time, and he is our family. Our only Son. And though I am sure Shamrock will be fine coming with us, the forth ticket? Also, I didn’t book space for Little Fella as thought we wouldn’t need him. No way I would expect Shamrock to guide both of us. Bless her, she would though.

Well my tac has arrived. I hope this will put a smile on Hubs face. It put a laugh on Teens face when he saw them in the box, as for me? I think I will have to leave the house under a blanket not to let any passer-by’s know I live here.

I have ordered our groceries to come tomorrow. Gosh I can not believe the price of food now days? I would say we are spending about £90 per month more than we were a few months ago.

Well I will dash now as I’m being called. But I hope your day is stress free. Until later with love.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT

Christmas ornaments are used to festoon our tree with and they can range from a simple round bauble to a highly artistic design.

Recycling has took part in our homes for many years as we tend to use the same decorations each Christmas rather than purchasing new decorations annually.

I think that there is something rather special about opening your old boxes from the loft or wherever you keep them. With signs of many years of old taped up cardboard and that fragrance of orange and cinnamon which can set feelings of excitement, hope and sometimes sad memories. From one extreme to the other.

If we are ever lucky enough to be Grandparents, and as we have one child, that isn’t necessarily a certain, but I would hope that our tree would feature little decorations that I have spent time with our Grandchild each year making them to hang on the tree. I also love the idea of passing on decorations augmented from generation to generation.

Popular choices for our trees are snowmen, Santa Clause snowflakes, candy canes, tiny parcels and angels! In the 1870s, covered in gilt, there were peapods, to butterflies on springs. Candles, real flames, lanterns, pastry’s cut into star shapes bird nests, bird cages, baskets of fruit and bunches of grapes as well as oranges.

The modern blown glass was invented in the small German town of Lauscha in the mid 19 centuries, by Hans Gleiner. The Christmas bauble has been used to adorn our trees since 1847. Little tin ornaments were also used. I love the idea of an old fashioned Christmas tree as well as a modern one. If I had my way this year, I would have both, but because of all what is going on in our house, I will be lucky enough to get the modern one put up. Modern trees are easier than the old style, the old style take a lot more time and dedication. I find that homemakers tend to have the older style tree and career people tend to have the easier option. In my opinion, the old tree has memories. Feelings and love. The modern trees are todays life style. Fast, furious and little care.

In the 1840’s, the young Victoria, had her Christmas tree in the London newspapers decorated with gifts from her Husband Prince Albert whose native home was Germany, they started to export the glass baubles all over the world.

There is something so warm about a Christmas tree, when it’s time for it to come down, the house feels rather empty. There are things you can buy to keep the cosy nights alive in winter and that is either WoodWick candles which not only provide a fragrance of the lovely oil, but give off a wonderful crackle sound as the part you light, is a wooden log. Also, you can buy flowers that have electric lights. A vase of those in your room look lovely.

CHRISTMAS IS CALLING BY FIONA CUMMINGS

CHRISTMAS IS CALLING
BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Christmas is calling
The snow is falling
Happy little faces
Searching for reindeer’s traces
Shining diamond eyes
Full of surprise
Waiting in anticipation
Absolute admiration
For the big man in red
Who will pay a visit to their homes
When they are tucked up in bed
Looking at their advent
How many more days till a present?
A toy under the tree
Where Santa came down their chimney
Or used his magic key
After he lays down his sack, made from velvet, colour black
He takes his mince pie, washed down by sherry, just a glass
The problem is
His heads all a fizz
After the seventh house
He gets a bit dizzy
Though he has to deliver to all the girls and boys
So he needs to be busy
So many toys
On his way
In a winter sleigh
He’s a very important man
Not only on Christmas day
But all year
He is full of Christmas cheer
And organises his colourful factory
With all the elves
Filling the shelves
Of gifts for us all to receive
At the end of the year
Under our Christmas trees
So next time you see the man in his red coat
Give him a thought and say thank you
He will remember you and your abode
And for those who are alone
Why not give them a gift and say hello
Paint them a picture
Of fun in the snow?
Then to them you will be like their little Santa
And make them warm in winter

© Fiona Cummings

DIARY OF MY MAD MONDAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good morning Bloggets. Well on Friday I was furious, today, Monday, I’m mad. Mad as in cross. As we say in the North East, I’m stotting. In English, this refers to an animal who is about to pounce with stiff legs, that will be right with me. Haha.

I got up at silly hour with Hub. There were a few things to do before the painter arrived. I heard a van pull up. I am expecting a few parcels. As I headed towards the f
rant door, I heard something being pushed through my letter box which is attached to the door. I was so angry, I was in he hadn’t rang the bell or even knocked.

I put my keys in the door, heard him close his van door. I didn’t want to go towards his van knowing me, it would be either a neighbour going to work or a visitor to another house. I didn’t want to pounce my person on an unsuspecting victim, so I stood at my door, flapping the card like a crazy person on a hot day, trying to angrily stare him out. A bit of a challenge when blind…

Oh he drove off. Well, by now I was more angry and ready to face a few rounds with Mike Tyson!

He turned up the road and drove past well I swear I was looking right into his van window.
Hopefully the driving side? Haha
He stopped. Must have thought he was having a curse put on him.

“I’ve left your two parcels in a safe place””
Really? And where might that be? Because there not in my house.
“Oh your neighbour said you were not in because before another delivery person tried your door and again you didn’t answer.””
Well, it may help if you and the other person rang my door bell. Here it is. Look?
I rang it as if I were the sound person from the film Quasimodo! He replied
“Well your neighbour said the last person knocked and you were not in.” I replied well that person may have knocked, I didn’t hear,, seriously, what is wrong with my doorbell? It’s not electric, you won’t get a shock from it and no matter what that person did or didn’t do, you didn’t knock or ring. He just said it says on my monitor to leave in a safe place I asked him who told him that? He said it says here. I said I didn’t tell anyone to do that. Next time ring. Where is it? He said around there, where? There. Stupid individual was pointing. I had to clarify was it next to my gate. He replied kind of. And drove off.

It was flipping guide dog food. Almost £160 worth. So, I went to get the gate key and my lovely dog walker rang, I had to tell her I would call her back. Meanwhile my painter phoned. Now, wait until you hear this one.
“Hi Fiona, it’s me…. Just to tell you I will be an hour late. My friend has died during the night. And I’m (GOING TO SEE HIM)””
It gets better Bloggets. This one beats the kids popular saying the dog has eaten my homework Miss.
“I may be earlier to you,
(IF HE ISN’T IN)””
Say whaaaat?
Hang on a mo jo. Firstly, I thought he was dead, secondly, if he’s died, where will he be going at this time in the morning? Hahaha.

Half an hour later, he called back asking if he could cancel today. Like heckers. No way. So he said he would be with me in fifteen minutes. Meanwhile I had got the humongous boxes of dog food and carried them around to the garage. Good job I had my Weetabix for breakfast…

Phoned my dog walker back, a bit confused as she wasn’t due until tomorrow? Hoping she was Okay? She then asked rather than come this afternoon?
Hello?
Can she come at half ten?
Well I was delighted as poor Waggs is in here with me. In here, being the conservatory again, goodness help me when it comes to cleaning the room out, as we have most of our furniture in here from the Livingroom, even the dining room is full. I have so much work to do before we see our friend.

My painter came. He is an honest worker. He’s different, and some people would be scared of him. He has few teeth and the ones he does have are black. A lady I recommended him to told me last year. His car/van had his door kicked in when he visited her and his window was smashed. He had red eyes too. I just said it was the paint but she was sure he was on drugs. Well he may be, but he has always done us good.

He told me my wallpaper was a right off. Oh no. There is plaster all over it. Where the plasterer has put his hands, I am so cross and upset yet again another tradesman who has totally ripped us off. If he had cleaned it at the time it would be fine. Our wallpaper is clean and cost a fortune to put on. For those thinking what I thought for a while, then remembered who we were talking about, my painter, isn’t after more work because one, last year I asked him did he think our staircase needed painting? We thought it felt as if it did. His answer was. Another year then it will but not now. And he hates wallpapering, he did the paper we have on now, but said he doesn’t normally do it. He has just done it for us as a favour. Well I think we are going to have to totally redecorate. To save money I may ask the painter if he can just paint over the top of what we have. It’s such a shame as the paper is cream with gold patents so if we paint it, it will be a plain cream. But it will be clean. I wish we had not gone with that plasterer though,

I asked the painter if he were to strip the walls and just paint them how much? He said four days of work. Four days of work equals £500 plus materials and we don’t have that kind of money spare.

So I just said paint over the paper and then how many days? Two he said. So this plasterer has cost us so much more money in the short time but the painter said it will only last a year before the paper will start to come off. So in the long term a lot more money. I only hope to goodness that the joiner will be able to fix our shower? It’s not a plumber’s job, just needs sealing.


Among all that, I tried to call Hub at work to ask what should I do? Strip it pays five days’ work or do it over two days and paint over the paper? Can’t get a hold of him. Tried his home phone, work mobile and office desk. So I have decided and as my Son has just told me, make the decision on my own. So I have. If it was the wrong one, tough.

Talking of Son, among all that I made his lunch then got the dog walker to come around the back and handed Waggatail over to her. At least that would give her some free time rather than being a prisoner like me. Then at least as well, she would hopefully be sleepy for this afternoon.
My friend called just as my dog walking lady came and the neighbour who kindly took in my parcels. I ordered a gift for someone, and a coat. Not being able to see either, the gift I’m delighted with, the description was Okay on this one, as for the coat? The description was dreadful. But I love it. So now I just wait to receive a giant inflatable Christmas stocking… As you do… And my painter has just told me he has gone on his lunch break. That was fifty minutes ago, still no sign of him. Before he left, I asked him had he finished the gloss? Haha, well, I think he thought what a cheek? As he seemed a little flabbergasted. Then he replied. No. I haven’t started it yet.
Not started it? What has he been doing? Oh gosh. It’s just turning one it’s taken me a few hours to write this with all of the interruptions. The thing is, my painter keeps asking me questions, so I can’t go upstairs to do any work and I can’t do any in here as it’s like a stock room with furniture all over the place and I can’t remember where most things are now it’s been that blooming long. But tomorrow night please let it be finished? I still am waiting for my joiner and he is not coming until Thursday.

I’m sure there is light at the end of this tunnel… Just no one is showing me the switch… Oh, I can hear my painter in the room now, or is it a burglar? Hahaha. X

DIARY OF UP THE LADDERS AND THE BIG 5 0 BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good evening Bloggets. Just finished dinner. Teens served ready to feed him when he gets in. Not too late today or should that be tonight? As it will be after eight.

Dishwasher full and I have made an impression of the ironing pile today apart from that just general tidying up as much as I can in this house. We have all our pictures off the walls upstairs and there are Christmas decorations all over the place up there ready to go up on Tuesday. I can’t wait to do this. I have also bought some outdoor tac. An inflatable nut cracker, hahaha, and an inflatable Christmas stocking with parcels coming out of it along with inflatable candy sticks. Tac or what? Hub wanted blown up stuff this Christmas, he has it.
Hope he wasn’t talking about a blown up doll?
Well he has one of those with me.
There is no sign of any deflating going on here.

When I was walking from one end of my kitchen to the other before, Hub did his sick thing of sneaking up on me. Well, obviously, he can’t see either, I heard him coming, and know his silly game now, so I thought I would be clever and move quickly to the left out of his way so he would make a massive move towards me last minute and miss! Hahaha.
Oh, it all went wrong.
Who put those chairs there?
Well there was an almighty crash and we both stood there laughing our heads off. We are mad and proud of it. Some people would say we were sick, but it’s our way of coping with life and we both so understand each other.

Hub is now up on the ladders trying to get the plaster off our wallpaper. Thing is, we have patterned wallpaper. And it’s quite tactile, so I hope he isn’t scraping the Patten off? Smile. Our cream and gold paper with now blooming brown plaster stains on, may end up plain cream wallpaper.
With brown stains on.
How would we know? Unless Teen tells us.

Hub spoke to his Dad last night on the phone. I have told Hub to ask his Dad if he wants to come here for Christmas. I just don’t like the thought of him on his own. His Son who was his best friend left almost a year ago, to live in Australia, so this year will be tough for the poor man. I just feel for him. He does have another Son who I’m sure will also ask him if he wants to spend time with him. So between the two of us, at least he has a choice. Hopefully we will see my brother in law and Sister in law soon. And I want to see my brother and family, but next weekend we are seeing our friend from London and the weekend after Hub is working, but the week leading to Christmas, we are free. Then three weeks after then, Hub and I are meeting up with our great friends from school. JB, Trix, Trace and the Like man. As for Mr. Clock? Goodness knows if he will be invited. The old timer will be fifty by then. That is scary. Let me just add he was a couple of years older than Hub and myself. But our friend Trix is also coming up to the big five zero. And as far as JB and Trace are concerned, the big 5 0, left them a while back. Haha. Gosh we are getting old? I don’t feel it, until I stand up… Sitting here and before in the kitchen I just feel like a child. Playing silly games, getting excited for Christmas. And it’s great we have something to look forward to after Christmas because after such a build up, it’s such a let down.

Oh, before I go let me tell you about our guide dogs Waggatail and the Little Fella? I don’t know what was in Hubs coffee this morning, but he has been hyper all day smile. Tonight, Hub was playing with the dogs in our lounge which looks enormous now the furniture is out whilst decorating. The dogs think it’s great. Running around like loonies. Well, LF barked really out of control haha, and after a while, Hub told him to be quiet. Oh it was really funny. He barked one more time a little quieter. Hub said. Be quiet? His bark was once again ever so slightly quieter and another bark, just one at a time, and Hub said be
Quiet?
And then LF did the quietest gentle bark I have ever heard a dog do. It was as if his volume was getting turned down.

Well I guess I best go and do some more work and tomorrow I have to go to our shops and get some groceries. I pray it won’t be icy. Our dogs are not having their free run this weekend but June is coming on Tuesday to take the Wagging one for walkies. Poor LF will be at work with Hub. There will be gloss all over Monday and Tuesday, not good when you have dogs, especially as one is black. I have a Labrador, not a Dalmatian.

May your Sunday be full of peace, and only pleasant things happen to you, with a perfect memory as you take to your bed place your head on your pillow and sleep well after such a good day. Take care cos I care and I will be back soon, with a blog a Blogget has asked me to write about. X

DIARY OF THE DECORATING ELF BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good day Bloggets. It’s a beautiful crisp day here. The sun is shining through our window, I can’t see it but can feel it stinging my eyes. And the warmth on my feet as it hits the floor. Some days I’m sure I can see the brightness of the sun, but then the dark comes and I still see the bright light. Smile. Then other days I’m sure I see the light and I can, I know I can.

Hub got up early this morning and headed to our town. He said it was hell as the people were already on their way the hustle and bustle of Christmas shoppers, even that early. Everyone thinks the same as Hub. Get to town early before the crowds.

Little Fella did so well. Even the new bus stop, he knew when to stop and he has only done that once. Love our lad.

I’m delighted with a Christmas gift that came today for someone. Can’t say too much on here as they will be reading this, but it’s beautiful. Good old Amazon didn’t let me down this time for sure. After Christmas I, will be able to give you a run down on what I bought. For the youth of my Blogget family, firstly I have to send it off to the elf’s and get it all addressed to where the big man in red is going to deliver it to.

Browsing through wrapping paper on Amazon today, I have discovered a wrapping paper that is double sided. So for those of you who are either quite well off, or haven’t got too much to wrap, and who can’t see which way is the patterned side and what is the plain side, this is a great idea having the picture on both sides. The way I do it is try to unroll what I need, cutting it so the picture is facing me and the white is facing down. Then I turn it over, place it on the floor or table and place the gift immediately in the centre then wrap. The reason I cut it with the picture facing me is because that is the way the roll is and it’s easier to cut, if I were to turn it over, it would curl all over the place. Sometimes you can feel the difference between the shiny picture side and the slightly rougher side that is white.

I have been known to hand someone a Christmas gift with birthday wrapping paper and a birthday gift with holly on it. Also, tape? Oh once I wrapped a gift with huge black writing according to the recipient saying. Fragile…
It was a jumper!!!!

Talking of paper, our Son told us today that the plasterer has horrid brown plaster right along the top of our lovely cream and gold paper. I text him and asked him how to get it off?
He kindly said he was going to be in the area, so would pop in and clean it for us….
Yeah, right, so far, nothing. Not a word from him. I guess there is time, he may have been one of the busy shoppers in the town?

A bit worried about Monday, I have our funny painter coming, bless his bristly brushes, I am let’s say, concerned… Let’s see what Monday will bring? More on that later in the week… I hope I’m wrong but a sandwich short of a picnic comes to mind.

He’s normally great at his job though and normally a nice man who I do trust. So, let’s just see?

There isn’t half the dust I thought there would be. But I’m going to fill a bucket in a mo jo and present it to Hub whilst I go and iron for a couple of hours. He is having a well deserved coffee right now listening to his sport and Teen is at work. He is due home soon, at least before he left for work, he checked out the paint in the garage for me. Basically, I am relying on my painter, no way I can get paint. We have loads of tins of it but it’s bits of colours we have in rooms, rather than nice big tins of gloss or emulsion.

We are emptying the tiny humidifier twice a day still so we are a bit of a way off it being dry.

When you decorate one room even though this is half decorated, the whole house is upside down.

Tuesday is my goal though to have almost everything done enough to put up our tree. Now that will be a voyage of discovery, as it’s a new tree, again, Amazon, it’s still in its box, I hope it will be OK? It’s meant to be seven feet tall? Hahaha. Right now, in its box, it’s not looking hopeful…

Okay, must dash and get my Husband moving that body to the rhythm of skirting boards. Smile. Later with love and have a great weekend. Xxxx

DIARY OF AND THIS IS WHY? BY FIONA CUMMINGS

So you may have read my earlier blog, “Fi’s furious Friday?””
Well I can tell you part of it now. Basically, my Husband spoils me every Christmas. He goes overboard not only with me but our Son too. I’m rubbish at buying gifts and it’s getting more difficult to buy on line as that is our only option. So, I have spent days trying to find something for Hub. He has taken care of Teen all gifts but one and one I bought something that had a totally different description to what it was when it came. But forms to fill in and posting it again, isn’t worth sending it back so we always waist so much money.

Well, I spent ages filling my basket with things I thought Hub would love and when it came to paying check out, it wasn’t accessible. So, that was a waist of about six hours.

Today I got through to an Arena to book tickets for Hubs favourite old group, so old they have been collecting their pension for years but we saw them on TV last year and they were great still for old timers. Smile. Long and short of it, the Arena as all are the same said they wouldn’t show us to our seats. But they would give us a free ticket. I asked why, the answer I got was rubbish. They also said if we wanted to go to the toilet who would take us? I said as blind people we just burst. Hahaha. We wait until we get home. It’s just something we have taught ourselves. Oh, no I was told we can’t do that? I said we have been doing it all our lives. Again, long and short, it was getting so stressful on the phone as it was the second number I rang and thirty five minutes later someone answered and put me out of my misery with the dreadful music they were playing.
I had to book three tickets. Paid for two. And guess how much for two tickets? £242. But to get the third ticket I have to write and give proof of my lack of sight. A letter from Guide Dogs isn’t enough. Nor is a letter from the Doctor. She has to send me a form out in print… I have to fill it in Well, that will be interesting? Then send the correct documents.

How do I get the documents? Hub gets our letters in Braille mainly, we still do get some print. But most letters come in Braille. So I had to tell him. No surprises on Christmas day. I just felt so let down by my stupid lack of sight, or is it the fact that we live in a sighted world?

He is delighted, really excited he said it was a light bulb moment. I asked what he meant and he said when we were reunited after 28 years, that was a lightbulb moment as was today.
Okay.
So he has found some paperwork I just hope it is enough. Now to find someone who likes this kind of music. Hub thinks he knows someone but will they be free that night? Treat like children. Needing a hand to cross the road. After I told the lady I was blind as was my Husband, she asked if we needed a car parking space. Hahahhahaha. Oh why didn’t I say yes? And asked her if someone would be able to stand with a bell and ring it until I heard where to park?

Well I’m in the conservatory. Hub is in the bath as we of course can’t use the shower. Teen has took Shamrock out we still have no TV. The plasterer has unplugged all of the electrics so our TV isn’t easy to do. I asked Teen if he could help, but no time today he will in the morning before work. I think there is just a couple of wires something to do with green and red that we need help with, after that, Hub an do it all. It is all to be connected to the internet.

Sadly, the wallpaper is covered with plaster. So now what? Is it just us or does other people find horses in their garden where the cowboys are drinking whisky in the kitchen?

I’m keeping the dust down and it’s not as bad as I thought it would be so that is good.

It’s after ten in the evening and I have just had dinner.
It’s still like camping. Tomorrow Hub on his own to town. I’m in the garage with Teen I hope and pray he will give me twenty minutes of his busy life and tell me what colour paints we have? Decorator coming Monday.

Okay, I’m off now but will talk tomorrow, take care cos I care. X

FI'S FURIOUS FRIDAY

I need to get away take a deep breath and calm down. I’m furious right now.
Let’s just say, I have had a very challenging morning where bureaucracy and blindness have battled against each other and it’s a fight I think I have until end of June.

My right eye feels like it is being squeezed and poked at the same time. I know why, it’s stress.
Believe it or not, I still have not heard from the eye hospital with regards my appointment. So I think that is it and I’m off their list until I visit my GP again. Well, hell will freeze over before that happens. I had the worst night yet with my knee. It locked and the pain was the worst pain I have ever been in. It lasted for about twenty minutes. I couldn’t move at all. Tears fell down my face and afterwards I felt so sick. I was afraid as well, because if there is ever a need I have to get out of the house in a hurry, I’m stuffed.

So much going on over the next few weeks, Christmas is coming too early. Can we please have it in January?

My Blog page still not working right. They have so called up dated it and now there is no blogger dashboard on my lap top where I can check out stats and countries and so on. I have tried to contact them and that in itself isn’t easy, but they wrote back, only they don’t have a clue what I am saying. I wrote.
Why can’t I get to the dashboard any more, to check out my stats?
They write back, take a picture of your blog page and send it to us. Try signing out then back in and hopefully you will be able to access your blogs. Well I can see my blogs, it’s not my blogs I want to know about? As far as a picture? Ahah?
Hub says you will be able to on the IPhone. Well I wanted to do it on my lap top…

You should see my living room? It’s like a sauna and the smell of horrid wet plaster is dreadful. I hope my wallpaper survives. So, what kind of job has he done? Hmm. He said he had plaster on the paper… Teen said that you can still see a line. But it may dry better? Oh heck, I have to get my Son to look in the garage with me today, though I don’t think he will be keen as he is working till nine tonight and he has to see Shamrock, so I think five minutes with me will be out of the question. I need to know what paint I have and if I have any staining for the doors. Again, may need to use Tap Tap See. May be a less stressful request.

We didn’t have TV to watch yesterday evening. I didn’t like it that is my chill time and boy I need chill time tonight. A very odd caller this morning knocking on our door. Saying she had an appointment with my Husband. Hmm. I know nothing about it but took her number. She wanted Hubs number, Haha, stuff that, how do I know she is for real? Then she said she would go to where he works… All very odd. Hub says he doesn’t have a clue who she is. He is home earlier today so I will give him her number.

Okay, have some secretarial work to do so will love you and leave you but not for long. But before I go, some words.
Did you hear about the two cannibals who ate a clown? One turned to the other and asked.
“Did that taste funny to you?””

Two children are in a Doctors waiting room. One started to cry.
The other child asked. “Why are you crying?””
“I have to have a blood test they are going to cut my finger.””
The other child began to cry.
“Why are you crying?””
I’m due to have a urine test.

A FUNNY THANKSGIVING

The Taylor's were proud of their family tradition. Their ancestors had travelled to America with the Pilgrim Fathers on the Mayflower. They had included Congressmen, successful entrepreneurs, famous sports people and television stars.
They decided to research and write a family history, something for their children and grandchildren. They found a specialist genealogist and writer to help them. Only one problem arose - how to handle Great Uncle Jefferson Taylor who was executed in the electric chair.
The writer said she could handle the story tactfully. When the book appeared the section about Jefferson read:
Great Uncle Jefferson Taylor occupied a chair of applied electronics at an important government institution, he was attached to his position by the strongest of ties, and his death came as a great shock


Jolene was only 8 years old and lived with family in the country with her parents and brother. Consequently they did not often have visitors from the city. One day Jolene's mother said that father was bringing two guests home for Thanksgiving supper.
After they had enjoyed the turkey, Jolene went to the kitchen to help her mother, and proudly brought in the first piece of pumpkin pie and gave it to her father. He then passed the plate to a guest. When Jolene came in with the second piece and gave it to his father, he again gave it to a guest.
This was too much for Little Jolene, who blurted out, 'It's no use, Daddy. The pieces are all the same size.'

What's the best thing to put into a pumpkin pie?
Your teeth.

The minister of the church was giving a Thanksgiving service.
A ragged man in the audience asked, 'What is there to be thankful for?'
Surprised, the minister replied, 'What is your name, sir?'
'Cause,' was the reply.
'Well Cause, you could be thankful for your healthy body...'
'I'm blind and I have lung cancer.'
'..or your family...'
'I don't have a family.'
'...or your home...'
'I don't have a home.'
"Well, then,' retorted the preacher, I guess you're a lost Cause!'

Ode to Thanksgiving
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Thanks to
http://www.guy-sports.com/humor/christmas/thanksgiving.htm

IT'S ALL GOING ON

Deere Bloggets. I did wonder if I would ever be back here. And today of all days, I have to be as need to write, more than all week, if not all year?

The lad was due to do our plastering and last week said he would be here at eight. Last night before half eight and today he turned up at five past nine. Then said he would work for an hour rubbing down and boarding the damaged part of the ceiling then go out to get plaster and quotes, other stuff.

I hate it when tradesmen do this because they go away and don’t come back for ages. Why can’t they bring their tools with them? And other stuff? Oh heck.

I must have been up and down stairs thirty times yesterday carrying things like ornaments to the office to store it. I wouldn’t have lost a single lb though, because I really struggled I can’t bend my knee and the pain of going up the stairs is ridiculous. Remembering where everything is now is a challenge and Hub last night was great, bless him, I had to tell him where the pictures were on the wall and he carried them up for me and did all of the electrical things. Oh, my goodness. I can’t believe what I saw, or in my case felt?

Remember my lovely electrician I had who used to put up my pictures? Well, he put them up alright, they are all on wrong. The picture hooks are on a tilt and screwed into the wall, so I can’t adjust them. And four pictures are at least one inch too far to one side of the wall. Seriously I can’t see, but I would have made sure that the hooks were on straight firstly and for sure in the centre of the small walls that they are on? He has the four of them on two different walls too far to the right. Rather than in the middle. Urr’rr’rr’rrr’rrrgrr’grrrr
So, angry, also my friend who came and did our moss on our drive yesterday told me about a conifer that Hub found when he was weed hunting a few weeks ago, I went and had a look. Again, it was a tree that a gardener was paid for removing a year ago,. So that same gardener didn’t plant any of the plants or bulbs I bought at great expense and I paid for a tree to be removed and it was left in. The plants and bulbs were never to be seen again. So you will know why I’m anxious about today.

We have a program on our TV called Rogue traders. I think I have personally met them all!

My blog page isn’t working for me. I can publish and read my blogs as you will be able to read them, but as for the stats like how many people which countries and what blogs are getting read? Can’t do now. I don’t know why Google have changed it but I’m not impressed, in fact I say I can’t publish, well if you are reading this now, then I can, but I obviously am writing this blog so not sure if I will indeed be able to publish, all I know is I have seen where it says (New post) But what they call the dash board, has gone. If any of my dear Bloggets know why how and if? Then please get in touch? Or if you have anything you would like me to write about or just have a chat please email me at
visionsforfuture@googlemail.com

So what has attracted my interest in the news today?
Liverpool England, a man was pulled from a stolen Audi in a river. Well as for the car, shame. As for the ducks or any wildlife I hope they got away from the car that was crashed yesterday, as for the thief? Should not have waisted money on getting him out. Just my opinion.
I’m allowed one!
Sold to China again. Our water has been bought by China, gas, electric and now one of Britain’s promising technology companies, the flights comparison service sky scanner, has gone. Our old historical buildings are being bought by Chinese business men to turn into hotels. So whilst our hotels are closing each day, new ones are being open but rather than being the ones that are getting sold, they are turning history into the future. To make tacky brash hotels. I don’t like it. I think we should preserve and ordinary buildings like the hotels that as I said are closing, why not make them into successful hotels?
Why change beautiful buildings full of character?

Okay the next two stories are extremely painful, so skip to the next paragraph if you don’t want to feel angry. I was outraged. In one of our leading shops, Tesco’s, a man has been charged because he saw a doll in a shopping trolley and thought it would be funny to punch it in the face. This is the tragic part. It wasn’t a doll. It was a five day old baby girl. I wish I could have time with this monster in a room as well as the next person. Another man has been arrested as he was seen punching a dog and then swinging it by the lead against a train. What sick evil individuals. I really am reminded each day how our world is changing and I would hope that when we are no longer in the European Union, we can deal with these people in a better way than what we do now, we are too soft with them as we are told what to do by the European law. I know what I would do with them. We lock people away for longer who rob banks than what we do for such above crimes. Even if it was a doll in the trolley, why would anyone want to punch it in the face? And why would anyone feel right about making a dog suffer? Or any animal. To be honest, these are not normal people. Their minds have been twisted and if they are twisted, then why untangle? Is it possible? If they have gone so far, they in my opinion are way beyond any help. Victims get less help than those who have committed the crime.

Buckingham Palace, the Queens London residence needs £369m spent on it for refurbishment. Obviously, the Monarch are more worthy than hospitals and research.

The alleged singer Madonna stands by her Son after drugs arrest.
Again, another female who gets paid a fortune to try to sing Kylie Minogue is rumoured to be gay.
More reports of past life on Mars.
Nasa are giving away 24k to those who can design a space age nappy/diaper. Hahaha, A suit that can deal with human waste.
So for some medical news?
A new study says that if you are taken vitamin D, it’s useless. Well, last year it was what we need, this year it’s not doing us any good.
UK be proud. We are the hotspot for users of cocaine. Gosh, we come out higher than any other European country.

16,000 turkeys to be killed earlier because of bird flu in Germany.
Frequent fliers have the same risk of cancer as obese people. Something to do with bile acid levels, which are the same as what is seen in those who are obese.
Don’t worry fliers, next year there will be studies saying to keep a healthy heart, we must all fly, every week.
Japanese scientists say eating ice cream for breakfast makes you more intelligent. Hahaha. Is that with or without a flake?

Right, must go now, not sure where my plasterer is? I don’t think he has left yet? If he has, my front door is open, unlocked. Gosh I hate this. He asked if he could turn off the lights. So I gave him the key to the garage. I made sure I asked him for them back though telling him before he left me. So he was a good man gave me them back and asked if he could be in the back garden for the tap. So he is in the living room, been in my kitchen to get to me and through the dining room into the conservatory and now around the back oh, just heard him, yes, he is running water outside. So still here. He said that I can’t get through to the living room. It’s like a greenhouse in there. Haha. What does that mean? Tomatoes for dinner? Waggs has just brought me a toy bless her. She must have found it. They don’t play in here so must have been one she brought through at some point on her way out into the back garden, but they are so cute they know to drop them before they go out. Not sure where this one was as I did the floor last night in here but she was playing with loads of things yesterday so I guess she could have brought it in later on.

Now I for the first time can hear the man scraping my ceiling. Tell you something, if he scrapes any more, he will be through to the bedrooms upstairs. Our ceilings are wafer thin.

Oh, Teen home for lunch soon, I did tell him not to walk through the living room. To come around the back. He told me off to telling him four times. But his memory is still in his trousers. Also, I think he is going through a growing stage as he has started to eat like a horse again. I keep telling him to get a plate rather than the trough. Haha.


Later gators, let’s see if I can publish this? PS Google Blog staff, please sort out your blog page/ dashboard?

 Deere Bloggets. I did wonder if I would ever be back here. And today of all days, I have to be as need to write, more than all week, if not all year?

 

The lad was due to do our plastering and last week said he would be here at eight. Last night before half eight and today he turned up at five past nine. Then said he would work for an hour rubbing down and boarding the damaged part of the ceiling then go out to get plaster and quotes, other stuff.

 

I hate it when tradesmen do this because they go away and don’t come back for ages. Why can’t they bring their tools with them? And other stuff? Oh heck.

 

I must have been up and down stairs thirty times yesterday carrying things like ornaments to the office to store it. I wouldn’t have lost a single lb though, because I really struggled I can’t bend my knee and the pain of going up the stairs is ridiculous. Remembering where everything is now is a challenge and Hub last night was great, bless him, I had to tell him where the pictures were on the wall and he carried them up for me and did all of the electrical things. Oh, my goodness. I can’t believe what I saw, or in my case felt?

 

Remember my lovely electrician I had who used to put up my pictures? Well, he put them up alright, they are all on wrong. The picture hooks are on a tilt and screwed into the wall, so I can’t adjust them. And four pictures are at least one inch too far to one side of the wall. Seriously I can’t see, but I would have made sure that the hooks were on straight firstly and for sure in the centre of the small walls that they are on? He has the four of them on two different walls too far to the right. Rather than in the middle. Urr’rr’rr’rrr’rrrgrr’grrrr

So, angry, also my friend who came and did our moss on our drive yesterday told me about a conifer that Hub found when he was weed hunting a few weeks ago, I went and had a look. Again, it was a tree that a gardener was paid for removing a year ago,. So that same gardener didn’t plant any of the plants or bulbs I bought at great expense and I paid for a tree to be removed and it was left in. The plants and bulbs were never to be seen again. So you will know why I’m anxious about today.

 

We have a program on our TV called Rogue traders. I think I have personally met them all!

 

My blog page isn’t working for me. I can publish and read my blogs as you will be able to read them, but as for the stats like how many people which countries and what blogs are getting read? Can’t do now. I don’t know why Google have changed it but I’m not impressed, in fact I say I can’t publish, well if you are reading this now, then I can, but I obviously am writing this blog so not sure if I will indeed be able to publish, all I know is I have seen where it says (New post) But what they call the dash board, has gone. If any of my dear Bloggets know why how and if? Then please get in touch? Or if you have anything you would like me to write about or just have a chat please email me at

visionsforfuture@googlemail.com

 

So what has attracted my interest in the news today?

Liverpool England, a man was pulled from a stolen Audi in a river. Well as for the car, shame. As for the ducks or any wildlife I hope they got away from the car that was crashed yesterday, as for the thief? Should not have waisted money on getting him out. Just my opinion.

I’m allowed one!

Sold to China again. Our water has been bought by China, gas, electric and now one of Britain’s promising technology companies, the flights comparison service sky scanner, has gone. Our old historical buildings are being bought by Chinese business men to turn into hotels. So whilst our hotels are closing each day, new ones are being open but rather than being the ones that are getting sold, they are turning history into the future. To make tacky brash hotels. I don’t like it. I think we should preserve and ordinary buildings like the hotels that as I said are closing, why not make them into successful hotels?

 Why change beautiful buildings full of character?

 

Okay the next two stories are extremely painful, so skip to the next paragraph if you don’t want to feel angry. I was outraged. In one of our leading shops, Tesco’s, a man has been charged because he saw a doll in a shopping trolley and thought it would be funny to punch it in the face. This is the tragic part. It wasn’t a doll. It was a five day old baby girl. I wish I could have time with this monster in a room as well as the next person. Another man has been arrested as he was seen punching a dog and then swinging it by the lead against a train. What sick evil individuals. I really am reminded each day how our world is changing and I would hope that when we are no longer in the European Union, we can deal with these people in a better way than what we do now, we are too soft with them as we are told what to do by the European law. I know what I would do with them. We lock people away for longer who rob banks than what we do for such above crimes. Even if it was a doll in the trolley, why would anyone want to punch it in the face? And why would anyone feel right about making a dog suffer? Or any animal. To be honest, these are not normal people. Their minds have been twisted and if they are twisted, then why untangle? Is it possible? If they have gone so far, they in my opinion are way beyond any help. Victims get less help than those who have committed the crime.

 

Buckingham Palace, the Queens London residence needs £369m spent on it for refurbishment. Obviously, the Monarch are more worthy than hospitals and research.

 

The alleged singer Madonna stands by her Son after drugs arrest.

  Again, another female who gets paid a fortune to try to sing Kylie Minogue is rumoured to be gay.

More reports of past life on Mars.

 Nasa are giving away 24k to those who can design a space age nappy/diaper. Hahaha, A suit that can deal with human waste.

  So for some medical news?

A new study says that if you are taken vitamin D, it’s useless. Well, last year it was what we need, this year it’s not doing us any good.

UK be proud. We are the hotspot for users of cocaine. Gosh, we come out higher than any other European country.

 

16,000 turkeys to be killed earlier because of bird flu in Germany.

Frequent fliers have the same risk of cancer as obese people. Something to do with bile acid levels, which are the same as what is seen in those who are obese.

Don’t worry fliers, next year there will be studies saying to keep a healthy heart, we must all fly, every week.

Japanese scientists say eating ice cream for breakfast makes you more intelligent. Hahaha. Is that with or without a flake?

 

Right, must go now, not sure where my plasterer is? I don’t think he has left yet? If he has, my front door is open, unlocked. Gosh I hate this.  He asked if he could turn off the lights. So I gave him the key to the garage. I made sure I asked him for them back though telling him before he left me. So he was a good man gave me them back and asked if he could be in the back garden for the tap. So he is in the living room, been in my kitchen to get to me and through the dining room into the conservatory and now around the back oh, just heard him, yes, he is running water outside. So still here. He said that I can’t get through to the living room. It’s like a greenhouse in there. Haha. What does that mean? Tomatoes for dinner? Waggs has just brought me a toy bless her. She must have found it. They don’t play in here so must have been one she brought through at some point on her way out into the back garden, but they are so cute they know to drop them before they go out. Not sure where this one was as I did the floor last night in here but she was playing with loads of things yesterday so I guess she could have brought it in later on.

 

Now I for the first time can hear the man scraping my ceiling. Tell you something, if he scrapes any more, he will be through to the bedrooms upstairs. Our ceilings are wafer thin.

 

Oh, Teen home for lunch soon, I did tell him not to walk through the living room. To come around the back. He told me off to telling him four times. But his memory is still in his trousers. Also, I think he is going through a growing stage as he has started to eat like a horse again. I keep telling him to get a plate rather than the trough. Haha.

 

Later gators, let’s see if I can publish this? PS Google Blog staff, please sort out your blog page/ dashboard?

THANKSGIVING BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

A beautiful Blogget wrote to me today telling me of her wonderful life. As she was sipping coffee on the veranda, with perfect weather, she was watching the baby monkeys swinging on the telephone wires whilst the adult Monkeys all sat in the compost heap as if in a jacuzzi!

 

How we can all live on the same land earth, an yet our lives really can be so different. Some people would say you can have a different live style to your neighbour, and of course you can, but from going from the above where our South African Blogget also had spoken about walking along white sands earlier as well, to someone like me who has spent the day like most keeping warm and cleaning the house, cooking and surviving. But the Blogget I’m talking about was very envious that in the UK we not only have audio in our cinemas, but also in our theatres, so if you can’t see, a person speaks to you through your earphones.

 

It’s a luxury having audio on our TV’s too, but I may just want to swap for a while and smile at the monkeys, though she said they are little monkeys. Haha, pardon the pun. I have told you before about the adult monkeys pushing the baby monkeys through the small open windows to steel the fruit from inside houses. And they go into the bathroom and squirt shower gel and toothpaste all over the place before they hand the fruit through the open windows.

 

I wonder why I was put in England? And if there is a before life, where was I then? I have spoken about when I was regressed and I believe I was a Spanish medical student. So maybe we are the opposite of what we are now? I had dark hair dark eyes I was short and plump. Now, I have blonde hair, blue eyes, I’m tall and em. I’m not plump. Haha. I’m plump plus v.a.t tax and inflation. Yep, I’m inflated alright.

 

So my American Bloggets, it’s thanksgiving for you all in a couple of days. What are you all thankful for? Personally, I’m grateful to my Husband, who I adore and I’m grateful to my Son. Because I love him to the moon and back and I’m grateful just for each breath he takes.

 

I’m grateful to my friends, who are like family to me. Our close family are just us three and I’m grateful to my Sister in law Ann who kindly asked us to go to her house the week before Christmas. She didn’t have to and sadly we can’t because of Hubs work commitments. I’m grateful to my brother who as a child was the best brother in the world to me. He was as I have written a few years ago my hero. I’m so grateful to everyone involved in Guide Dogs as I really don’t know how Hub and I would cope without our dogs. I’m thankful for our lovely house though there is work to do on it it’s slight. It’s warm dry and safe. And I am thankful to every single one of you who are reading my blogs each day.

 

So how about some Thanksgiving quotes?

“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have you will never ever have enough.

Oprah Winfrey

 

“If a fellow isn’t thankful for what he has got he isn’t likely to be thankful for what he will get.””

Frank A Clark   

“If no one shopped on Thanksgiving Day, the stores wouldn’t open. End of story. I say we all take the pledge and stay home. Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks for what you have got, not to save a few dollars to get more.””

 Regina Brett

 

Thanksgiving that my heart is strong. My front door just opened and in walked Shamrock… I wasn’t expecting her so I got a fright. She has just come in from work. A twelve hour shift bless her. I guess a late night for Teen? And again, tomorrow he is up at half five in the morning for another day at work.

 

Twenty past nine in the evening and Hub isn’t in yet. He left this morning at quarter to seven. So, he will be tired tonight.

 

Okay must go and put the oven on. An easy supper for Hub. Homemade soup, carrot and coriander with hot bread. Until tomorrow with love. X

DIARY OF MOVING AGAIN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good afternoon Bloggets. An early start for us all again today, Teen left for work at twenty past six and Hub at 6.45. Teen came in at lunch time which was about eleven and Hub won’t be in until nine tonight. He again is miles away. A long train journey. I just hope with the dreadful floods we are having in the north of England; his train won’t be delayed.

 

It has rained for two solid days it’s awful. I feel so sorry for those who once again are facing devastation having to leave their houses. Once this has happened you can’t get insurance either, unless you pay four times the amount. There are still people out of their houses from last year’s floods. The world is going crazy and people snigger when I say it but it’s caused by fracking and bombings. I am sure of it because in the past whenever there has been some kind of warfare overnight hits somewhere, something tragic has happened as far as the climate is concerned.

 

I think of this land as a beautiful oil painting. So much green grass, wild flowers and golden trees, some with red leaves. The sky is the most incredible blue, a blue we wouldn’t even recognise now. Innocent animals are featured discreetly in the background. And years later, humans start to spoil the beautiful picture by splashing black splodges on it and walking over the picture as it’s on the ground. Their muddy boots stain the painting. An artist comes along and tries to recover it. By doing so he has had to paint over the wild flowers and a few of the animals. Those colours are sadly missed on the painting.

 

 And then a rip, in the canvas. Another person tries to repair the ripped painting, but it’s obvious that it’s damaged and by repairing the damage, a row of trees is wiped out, never to return.

 

 Soon the corners are all turning up and before we know it, the stunning landscape painting is gone and all that is left is the new slab of concrete that has been replaced over the grass where the painting lay!

 

We are killing our land. Killing our people. And what do we do about it? Nothing. What can we do about it? I guess firstly don’t go to war. Then take care of nature and what’s left of it will take care of us.

 

 Alright that is that part of my mind read today, now for the other side or a portion…  Last night I had to reply to my joiner by text. You know how I feel about my IPhone? Not long had it and it really doesn’t understand my accent. I wanted to say one word so I should have written it, well I did in the end as I got the fright of my life…

 

Hub Teen and myself were watching TV when I wanted to write to the man, the word perfect. Easy, right? One word. So much was going on. Sound from the TV, Little Fella was trying to naughtily climb on my knee without his Daddy hearing him and Waggatail was threatening to be sick again, you know that dreadful sound a dog makes just before they hurl?

 

Well, my phone spoke the word I wrote to the joiner just as I spoke to Hub but our conversation was quickly interrupted… I hadn’t written perfect. Now you tell me how this word sounds like perfect? I’d only went and wrote… Oh heck, cringe alert?

“Vagina”

 

To my friend the other day I was to write we have lift off. As you do… Of course, it wrote I, am. Pissed off.

And last week I sent my Son a text saying You are a sweetheart.

He wrote back.

“Mum. I think you better read what you sent me?””

Oh, no, not again?

I had written to my boy.

“You are a

 retard!”

Oh, my goodness? Hub thinks I should stop using dictation on my IPhone. Well this morning I had a great chat with my fab school pal I think I sent about ten texts. I don’t know why we don’t just call each other, but we text like a game of tennis.  Whereas her texts are perfect English, mine sound like I am drunk. Also, if I were to write four or five words, then I would type. Though the IPhone is a flat screen, we just learn where the letters are and though we don’t see the screen, we tap the glass listen and type the same as you do. But I text like I write my blogs, hahaha, they go on forever, and it takes so long, at the end of the seventh or eighth text, I told my friend I had white finger and I was going to use dictation. Oh boy, why did I do that? She’s a good friend though very understanding of me. Haha. And we had a great catch up.

 

Now the mysteries of the IPhone. My Husband stupidly left his work phone on his desk in the office yesterday. Thankfully today his colleague kindly phoned me to let me know she had it and was charging it. but it was driving her crazy because of course we have speech on our phones and it was chatting away on his desk. It was kind of her to let us know though as Hub was worried he had somehow dropped it somewhere. Mind you, it’s on its way out. Anyway, Hub just bought a new IPhone as he doesn’t have a lap top of his own, and he is really great at using the IPhone and his work are getting strict now so if Hub would go for example on Amazon at nights using the work lap top, he was getting logged out of that particular website because it wasn’t in work time. At work, he never has time to browse the web but at nights especially coming up to Christmas time, he wants the freedom to be able to go on line and sites other than work. Anyway, long and short of it. I saved his work mobile number under Hub work. I saved his new home number under Hub home…

 

So, all week, when I text his home number and when I phone his home number, I’m getting through to his work phone.

 

And today on the train he texts me to let me know he was safely on the train, and it read on my phone, caller Hub work…

 

Now his work phone is nowhere near him. I couldn’t call him as it was going through to his desk at work where his work phone was, though I was telling my phone to call Hub home.

 

He called me and I asked him why was my phone saying he was calling from home phone? He said it must have something to do with I message or something. Well so now I can never contact his home mobile? It’s crazy.

 

Today has gone too fast. My poor Waggatail isn’t well. She has been sick yesterday and today. She is in her bed now. I may have to starve her tonight. I hate doing that. Unless I make her some scrambled eggs. Or brown rice. There is nothing that smells worse than dog sick. Thank goodness for wooden floors. Mind you, you should see me trying to find it? Because dogs don’t just be sick in one place. Oh, no, they have to tour the laminate. I got her out but all along the way she was threatening to be ill again. Thankfully she wasn’t. It was all noise and no action.

 

Well four small boxes of ornaments I have packed today. It’s just like moving house again. In those four boxes? All of my elephants, Pegasus, fairies and angels. Oh, and my beautiful Beatrix Potter characters. I have no boxes left the rest are in the loft and no way I’m going up there. So, the rest are just going to have to be placed elsewhere until my work is done.

 

It’s a nightmare. My joiner can’t come and do my doors and shower until next Thursday, so one full week without a shower? So, we have a bath, but a shower is so quick and handy. My plasterer comes this Thursday. As for my painter? He said he won’t come until the doors are fitted. Well, why can’t he come twice two half days? I want my tree up before the first. I text the painter to ask for him to come two half days and he has not replied. I have a bad feeling this time about him. His response yesterday was really odd. Like not in this world? Gosh, I hope he is OK? Hub reminded me that he is often odd on the phone but when he gets here he is alright.

 

Right, I’m going now to move some more stuff. My blue and white china this time…. May be a while. Before I go some words.

A smile is the most beautiful ornament that any lady can wear.

FUN WITH FI

Just a thought, and I bet I’m the only one in the world who doesn’t know the answer? I wonder why we have seven days in a week? So, the Christian reason is God made the world in seven days, or six and had his day of rest on Sunday, but what about other countries and cultures who are of other religions? Why do they have seven days too? Just a thought…

 

As you know, I love quotes and here are a few for today.

Never trust someone who takes hours to text you back, but when you are with them they check their phone every minute

 

Hmm this text is a little too harsh, I’ll add LOL at the end. Hahaha. I love that one.

Dear automatic toilet, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I wasn’t finished yet.

That moment when there’s a spider on you and you suddenly turn into a black belt Karate master.

If you are hotter than me that means I’m cooler than you.

 

Gosh I have never been cool, what even is cool?  I don’t think ladies/girls can be cool, do you? What makes someone cool? Being popular with your friends of the same sex and opposite? Well, one time I was, but that was a long time ago, and I for sure didn’t feel cool. Whatever cool is. I think my Son is cool. He dresses really well; he is a real looker according to friends and he for sure can get the ladies as well as girls his age. Oh, and did I mention boys too? He is calm outside, note, outside, I don’t know how to be calm. I’m like a bath full of bubbles and always bubble over and manage to say the wrong thing, I think that is why I love to write, because I can hide behind my screen whereas face to face, if there is a wrong way of saying something, I am an expert.

 

Going to take the Wagging one out now and totally dreading that, it’s so cold. Just wanted to pass on some smiles as they are free and mean the world to people. A true gift is laughter, as long as it’s meant to be laughed about. Haha. Those times when you laugh out of control and you know you shouldn’t but you can’t stop? Oh heck, I hate that….

 

A joke or two before I go thanks to the below website

There were two evil brothers. They were rich, and used their money to keep their ways from the public eye. They even attended the same church, and looked to be perfect Christians.
Then, their pastor retired, and a new one was hired. Not only could he see right through the brothers' deception, but he also spoke well and true, and the church started to swell in numbers. A fund-raising campaign was started to build a new assembly.
 All of a sudden, one of the brothers died. The remaining brother sought out the new pastor the day before the funeral and handed him a check for the amount needed to finish paying for the new building.  "I have only one condition," he said. "At his funeral, you must say my brother was a saint." The pastor gave his word, and deposited the check.  The next day, at the funeral, the pastor did not hold back. "He was an evil man," he said. "He cheated on his wife and abused his family." After going on in this vein for a small time, he concluded with, “But, compared to his brother, he was a saint."

 

Hahahaha. Come on, did you laugh? If that one didn’t turn your frown upside down, let’s see about this. Then I really must dash.

One day at a busy airport, the passengers on a commercial airliner are seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up so they can get under way.

The pilot and co-pilot finally appear in the rear of the plane, and begin walking up to the cockpit through the centre aisle. Both appear to be blind. The pilot is using a white cane, as he finds his way down the aisle, the co-pilot is using a guide dog. Both have their eyes covered with huge sunglasses. (Because us blind folk are born with dark glasses, right?)

 At first the passengers do not react; thinking that it must be some sort of practical joke. However, after a few minutes the engines start spooling up and the airplane starts moving down the runway.

The passengers look at each other with some uneasiness, whispering among themselves and looking desperately to the stewardesses for reassurance. Then the airplane starts accelerating rapidly and people begin panicking.

Some passengers are praying, and as the plane gets closer and closer to the end of the runway, the voices are becoming more and more hysterical. Finally, when the airplane has less than 20 feet of runway left, there is a sudden change in the pitch of the shouts as everyone screams at once, and at the very last moment the airplane lifts off and is airborne.

Up in the cockpit, the co-pilot breathes a sigh of relief and turns to the Captain, "You know, one of these days the passengers aren't going to scream and we're going to get killed!"

 

 

http://www.jokeswarehouse.com/cgi-bin/viewjoke2.cgi?id=20010116

DIARY OF A MESSY MONDAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

This blog you will see is just reading my thoughts and my messy head. It’s all over the place, so be ready for it. Haha.

 

Today we are joined so far by Argentina, Sweden, Netherlands, United Kingdom, United States, South Africa, Italy, Cyprus, Aland Islands and Australia. Earlier on I was looking at our Bloggets from Canada and Turkey too. It’s so lovely of you all to visit my blog page and even nicer when you return to Our Blogget Family…

 

I read something last night that really made me think. When I had sight with my eye disease RP, this was a fact.

  

Retinitis Pigmentosa is being able to see a pencil on the other side of the room but tripping over an elephant on the way to pick it up!

 

And that pencil I would see so clearly too. Even the small writing on it. But not the elephant.

 

Gosh, I got to sleep about half one this morning which is good for me. I woke up once in my normal pain with my knee. It totally locked and no way it was going to move. Not for a few moments and slowly I had to physically move it. Good job my Husband is tolerant bless him. He so badly wants me to go and see a private Doctor but it costs so much money, so I will just live with it a bit longer and see what happens. Hopefully it will get better?

 Teen bless him had to be up at a ridiculous hour and left the house at quarter past six, he is good though and quiet when he gets up, though I wake up really easily so heard him going down stairs and then shortly after leaving. His car is so quiet in comparison to his first old banger. Oh, I am so glad we don’t have to do another winter in that death trap.

 

Hub had to get up twenty minutes later so we were woken by the futuristic alarm call. I read a funny thing the other day.

“I do ten sit ups every morning. To hit the snooze button on my alarm clock.””

 

So, the sky was dark, I could smell the air coming from our open window in our shower room. We leave it open a little during the night!

 

The odd car was getting ice scrapped from their windows and out of my bed covers, I dared to put my arm. It didn’t stay out their long. I grabbed my IPhone and turned our heating higher. It was a morning I didn’t want to get up. I could have easily lay there all morning, until noon. As for my Husband, bless him, he was in so much pain again with his TN. I hope he is Okay at work because he said goodbye to me today and he could hardly move his face.

 

I had to get up though, to see to Waggatail, prepare Teens lunch, nothing lavish, two sweet potatoes with cream cheese and last night’s left overs of chicken. And then there was our painter to try to call again. Gosh I got through to him today. Wow, I don’t know what is wrong with him, but I am dreading it when he comes, I think he is on a real downer. I’m not strong enough to hear his problems this time round. That sounds so selfish, but at the moment I have things I’m dealing with for a friend who is draining my body of any positivity’s. She is a lovely friend so of course I’m here for her, but right now we are banging on locked doors and none of them are opening for her. But for her I will find that dam key and we will walk through the door together. A best friend is like a four leaf clover. Hard to find, lucky to have.

 

A couple of weeks ago I had a great idea. I would set myself a task list. Yes, that is a great idea. Even a to do list . Only thing is, I couldn’t find anyone to do it. Haha.

 

But seriously, a task list and it was great for only two days. Why I can’t stick to anything? It really did make me feel so good too. I have a tendency to procrastinate and the list really got me over that hurdle. Even down to what I would try to eat that was healthy, and really I ticked everything off that I had achieved in that day and felt so good at the end of the day. Try it sometime see if it works for you? May try again to do that this week. Mind you, this week is going to be loads of hard work. As I explained before. And my Hub hates me moving furniture old Bloggets will know this, but this week? Oh boy things are going to move. I am dreading the dust from the ceiling. Where to put all of our ornaments? And then to remember where they all go again? As for my painter, he is coming next Monday, that is if I have my internal doors ready. To do this, I need to rely on our joiner, who is so busy but said he would try to get to me as soon as possible. But didn’t give a date. So Wednesday moving of ornaments and furniture as well as Wednesday night, moving all of the electrics from the living room. I know Hub is stressing about how we are going to put them all back? Last time he set all of the TV up speakers, our box that makes the TV talk, sound bar and something that connects it to the internet as well as our Apple box. All the wires colour coded. Wires look the same to Hub and myself. But he managed it, I had a sweat on, expecting his slightly peppered hair to turn blue. We got most of it working, when teen came home from work, he looked and Hub had one wire in the wrong place so changed it. But the way our set up is, it’s not a case of unplugging the TV, it has to be coded with the internet pass word. So I have to find where that is on my lap top and read it to Hub whilst he puts the code into the whatever he needs to it makes no sense to me at all and I do laugh when friends say they got someone out to put their TV together. These are sighted friends who have a TV only. Nothing else. If I were on my own, no way I could do this. I swear if Hub had sight, he would have been either a plumber or an electrician. Haha. I told you ages ago about when two sighted people very clever people too, couldn’t get their water on and Hub had to go around and he fixed it? That was so funny.

 

Thursday the ceiling is getting boarded or patched and plastered. Friday, I expect I will be trying to clean everything Saturday the same and I hope the joiner will come? and Sunday we may attempt to put up our curtain rail, We have an electric screwdriver that to me looks more like a weapon of torture. Monday the painting I hope? And put all of our pictures back on the walls as well as start the big ornament rehoming. Oh, I forgot, how could I forget? Friday, oh heck, I have after care with my lovely GMI and Waggatail. Gosh, I hope it’s not going to be slippy? I guess we will walk to our Doctors as that is the longest walk Waggs does.  Let’s hope we pass and our GMI is happy with us?

 

Okay, must dash now and think about dinner? May just do a simple meal today. Rice and something. Last night I did a dinner for the four of us so I deserve a simple cooking session today, I may also make some soup for tomorrow. Carrot and coriander perhaps. Before I go, something to think about? “Dear humans, in case you forgot, I used to be your internet. Sincerely, the Library!” Take care cos I care.