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Friday, 28 July 2017

DIARY OF DIVERSITY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. Oh, it’s an absolutely beautiful day. It is forecast for rain, but right now I’m sitting at my outdoor office. Well, in my garden I have a round glass table with rather rustic, or should that be rusty? Legs. I know how it feels! The chair I’m on is comfortable. It’s orange my in colour though I bought these chairs last year. Where I have the table, Hub hates it as it’s a bit of a challenge. Just as you step down from our back doorstep, the chairs greet you, so one has to squeeze one selves past them. The other place we used to have the dining set was at the top of the garden in the sun and it was too hot to even sit there, also we are getting a washing pole put in the ground and the top of the garden is the only flat part apart from right outside the back door. The bit in the middle is on a hill. So, we are limited where to put things.

 

My Son found our lovely cherub ornament. It was hiding under shrubs. I love her. Well, could be a him. I think cherubs normally are him, aren’t they? Just this one is very lady like with what looks like longish hair. Of course, her hair is made from stone the same as her body. And, she is sitting next to a lily where you are supposed to put water in for the birds. I will get around to that. I had a lovely bird bath brand new in my house ready to go out when all of the building work was finished, but sadly that found itself in someone else’s house, or garden.

 

I have an ornament of a hedgehog to a lady hedgehog and I know she is a lady, because she again in stone is wearing a long dress and apron with a frilly hat. She is pushing a wheelbarrow.

What do you mean you have never seen a hedgehog in clothes? Pushing a wheelbarrow? Well, you have not lived yet, wait a bit longer and I’m sure one will pass by your garden. All you need to do is have pretty flowers and dog biscuits and they will flatten their spikes up and dress up for you. Smile. Okay, I’m crazy.

 

This morning I went to the vet. Oh, my new vet. I really didn’t want to go because of the principle. We were with a big vet and they were awful to my last dog she was dying bless her and they tried to get me to take her home she couldn’t get up from the floor we had to carry her in a taxi she had been ill for a week at the vet three times and each time they said she was fine. Oh my, she was so far from fine, her fur was pouring out of her later we learned that her blood had stopped flowing causing the fur to come out. She wouldn’t eat or drink. She couldn’t hardly walk leading up to her last day. She was in so much pain. She never complained the only time she moved during the day was for me to take her to do her doggy doodles and when Hub came in from work. She loved her Daddy so much. And Hubs last dog LC, adored my dog and when she used to come home after work, LC used to lay by my dog’s side all night, that wasn’t like her as she was full of excitement and didn’t lay down. So, when we got a new vet not far from us, I was so pleased to change vets. But as soon as that vet opened, this big vet I went to before opened a clinic next to us. About ten minutes’ walk away. Hub moved vets immediately. I was not going to because firstly, I didn’t like the way in which they treat dogs. Each time we went we saw a different person and most times it was a nurse not a vet. And even though they put my Black Beauty to forever sleep, six months later, they still sent me a reminder to say her injections were due. Shocking. I was so upset by their lack of attention. Secondly, it’s a fact, every time a small

 vet tries to open a practice; this big company open a place next to them to try to eat all of the business. Dreadful. Well I have managed to stick to my beliefs for three years almost, can you believe old Bloggets it’s almost been that long since I lost my first guide dog? Soon it will be two years since we lost Long Chops, Hubs dog, AKA Suki.

 

It’s that road, I really cannot cross it. We have a couple of times but it’s like a death trap waiting to catch us. Cars do not slow down even though we stand with two guide dogs and remember when I fell almost a couple of years ago? I fell on the road, and, cars just drove around me. Hub isn’t impressed that I won’t cross there as everything we could need is over that road, but I’m scared. So, we don’t have to cross over there to get to this vet.

 

Well Waggatail is fine but she has a wart on her eyelid. If it gets bigger it could scratch her cornea. So, we have to watch out for it, how? Not sure as it’s not something we can feel, around her eye. But her weight is good, 27k and she was a good girl there, once I got her in. She sat at the door and refused to walk in. Good job I took a treat. A small biscuit later, she went in. She really is a belly on legs, though she is slim she is a typical Labrador.

 

She was so good today. There were loads of obstacles. So many hanging trees and shrubs. Right across the path we had to almost walk on the road. And a stupid van had parked on the path. Why when the car park was just next to the kerb? Not sure, but it was parked outside our local Pizza takeaway shop and I have heard that they get very wrong things delivered. Then deliver them to you if you ask nicely.

 

On the way back I bumped into, not literally, a lovely lady from our church. I say our church, we haven’t been for ages. They have a new vicar and Hub just is a traditionalist and wasn’t too keen on the new way of church. But this lady is such a sweetheart. We chatted for a while, I love living here because people are just so very friendly.

 

Hub is working from home and I can’t get on with housework. That’s my excuse. For those who read yesterday’s blog, I have forgot all about ironing, OK?

 

Not sure what’s for dinner tonight. BW is not eating normal food. He is on a diet. I can’t keep up with him. Firstly, he wants to be a mean muscle machine all pumped up. Now he needs to get lean. He is so lean. I have seen more fat on a chip.

 

He says he is shrinking. I say it’s bending down to kiss Shamrock. She is only 4ft 11. What’s that, about 1.6 metres? Roughly anyway, she is beyond tiny. He is, or was 6 feet 4 inches.1.10? again I’m rubbish at modern terminology when it comes to measurements. I like feet and inches. Also, the numbers are just easier to remember as there are less of them.

 

 

 No wonder my mind is all over the place, there is so much diversity in our life. Our lovely friend is abroad right now, and today he went to see a pal he made when he first went to this country seven years ago. The pal, lives in a cave so our friend today took him some water and biscuits. Haha. Our friend can’t speak Spanish and the pal can’t talk English. But hey, water and biscuits are International, right?  We have a man coming to our house tonight. From a distance. To look at some little jobs that need doing like pictures that need hanging and our washing line that needs to go up before the blooming winter comes. He was a window cleaner. And? Your point? Haha. Oh heck. Here we go. My other friend is in India. Not on holiday, nothing to do with her job. She has fallen in love with a man from India. She is beautiful. Tall and has a very young outlook on life with a great job and has been divorced for six years has turned down many men didn’t want a relationship until she met a man when she was on holiday in some other country other than England or India last year. I can’t remember which country but anyway, he was on business she holidays. They met fell in love and haven’t seen each other since but have communicated ever since via electronic devices. So now she has gone out there to meet with his family. She is very rich so no worries about money but if the relationship continues and she wants it too as she is madly in love, she will live in India. Her two children are all grown up but I don’t think they are impressed that their Mum is going away from them. Another friend of mine went to work this morning, with shoulder length brown hair and glasses. Fingernails bit to the bone. Half way there, decided to call in sick. She took herself to a friend’s house, and got her hair cut short, died blonde, then went to another pal who has a beautician and got faults nails put on then at four today, across the road from where she was due to work until quarter past three, she will go to a pre-planned appointment to get contact lenses. So, what will her Husband think on her return? One thing for sure, no one from the work windows will know she is at the opticians as they won’t recognise her. Haha. Talk about out with the old in with the new!

 

I have thought about getting those nails, as I also bine mine. Rather pick them when anxious. So, they are well picked. My Hub goes mad as he says my nails are strong and shiny smooth but I can’t help it. But re pretend nails, I don’t like anything that isn’t natural. My hair is still natural blonde and long there isn’t anything I would change about it, as for glasses? I wish. Smile. So, no need for contact lenses. Young outlook on life? yes, but with old fashioned values. Befriending someone in a cave? Em. So far, I haven’t had the pleasure. A wild man who used to live in the woods many years ago, but hey, that’s another very scary story. As for fallen in love with a man from India? Haha. That would be telling. I love my friends as they are all so very different but we seem to have something in common as I get on with them all as much as they get on with me. I like different, I like kind people and I like a little bit of risk and as I’m a bit of everything, trapped in a blanket of safety, I guess that is what they like about me.

 

OK I best go in as it’s getting chilly now. Suddenly it’s become windy. And my eyes are itching with possible allergy. Odd as this year I have not been bothered by allergy’s.

Will make my love a cup of tea and something to eat. He is working hard. Have a great weekend. X

 

 

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