Good morning Bloggets. I have been up since just after half
six when my Husbands alarm went off. Dressed and downstairs since half seven as
I’m waiting again. I seem to have been waiting all of my life… For what this
time? A delivery… Thank God not workmen. Gone are those days I hope for a very
long time.
Christmas has started and Amazon are our best friend. I
honestly don’t know what we would do without it. And thankfully, it’s very accessible.
Sometimes there is no written description, but if you ask the public on there,
they are fast to tell you which is brilliant. Of course, nothing beats real
Christmas shopping, feeling the quality of goods just being able to smell those
scented gifts you want to buy, rather than relying on words to tell you it
smells good. But hey ho!
I have bought some black Friday deals that are available
already. Really exciting stuff. Smile. A plug that works with Alexa, oh my that
was a challenge to set up. But Hub won’t be beaten when it comes to tech. now
we can ask Alexa to turn on our plug that is in our conservatory from the
comfort of our warm house. The conservatory is freezing and to open that door
walk right through to turn on the radiator is chilling once I am cold I’m cold
for the rest of the day. So, I cook dinner or prepare breakfast and staying
warm ask my plug to turn on my heating in there so when it’s time to open the
door and go in as that is where our dining table is, it’s nice and warm!
Shamrock is well into the Christmas atmosphere and brought
us some white-hot chocolate the other night. Not only that but full cream milk
and marshmallows. She even brought Boy Wonder a lovely hot chocolate mug with
Polar bears on and a tiny cuddly polar bear inside of the cup that our dogs
were rather interested in, but as we explained, not to leave it laying around
as if they eat it, it’s not going to be good for us them or the vet bill that
will be received.
The hot chocolate was absolutely delightful. It was from a
company that is extortionately expensive, I think it’s about £10 for a tub of
hot chocolate. So, bless her for that. She has been to all the Christmas
markets, I envy her. I really love Christmas markets and it’s been so long
since I have been to one. It’s just something I can not do on my own. Oh, how I pray one day I will be able to walk
around a Christmas market, look at all the beauty that is there as people
selling dress up now days normally in the UK as Victorian people and the stalls
are so pretty. Just the smells and gifts they sell too.
My Son has been working really hard putting in so many
hours. Yesterday he spent most of the day having a chat as he puts it with two
colleagues he had to in his words, train, in my words tell them off for not
doing things correctly. He is really a great boss as he is so non-patronising
and always thinks how the people he is talking to feels. Hub views things
slightly differently. It’s interesting to hear his side of the stories. As I
always think BW’s approach is the right way, but when Hub explains his way, I
can see his point too. Now I’m just confused. I guess I will never be a boss.
Possibly it’s a good thing.
I have my fire on and the heating as well as our fan
radiator in the conservatory. The house is taking a long time to heat up.
Outside is freezing. Doing the delightful dog run this morning at ridiculous
hour, I seriously thought my hands were going to drop off. Funny, my face never
gets cold. But my hands? I guess they say cold hands warm heart, right?
Or is it cold hands, needs gloves? Do disposable dog run gloves
count?
Did I tell you my Son has decided for now at least he’s off
meat? Oh my, please God let him stay that way. I hope he will find the strength
to keep away from eating meat. He was a vegetarian from the age of three until
he was 13, he battled school the teachers were just awful about it. As for the
kitchen staff? Wow, I wish I was as strong in those days as I am now and I
would have really gone to town with them and I’m not talking for a night out!
One day they tried to give him chicken soup… when he
questioned it, they told him it wasn’t real chicken and just to eat it. I was
furious. It was on his notes he was a vegetarian. I’m just grateful he was clever
enough to know they were lying.
He has been watching
videos on animal cruelty with regards farming and I must say I can’t watch
those videos but he did and he is repulsed by them but sadly I fear he will
fall over to the dark side as still society aren’t friendly towards
vegetarians. They put up with us, that’s all.
I know of a lovely man called William, from America who I
was corresponding with on line the other day who was talking about what Jesus
would eat and he said, very little red meat as that was for the rich. Historically
some evidence shows that a typical breakfast for someone like Jesus in his
time, would be pita bread, cheese curds rolled in semolina and sesame seeds
fried in olive oil covered in honey, covered in clotted cream chopped dates and figs,
chopped apples and almonds, with honey and goats cheese warmed into a paste.
Gosh, I never knew people ate so well in those days. Apart
from the goat’s cheese, that sounds delicious, though the clotted cream? Makes
my Ryvita for breakfast sound rather awful. A bit like it tasted. It was as if
chewing on cardboard.
Well there’s more sad news about monsters who are killing
our elephants and Donald Trump isn’t helping the situation. Gosh, I really do
wonder if some people on this land have really been in the womb of the Devils
wife!
Talking of the Devil, 348 adults arrested after Police take
down $4 million child porn empire
Great, now experiment
on them to find a cure for child cancer.
A question was asked today. “What will you do after death?”
My answer was to be hopefully be gifted with sight, meet up with my parents and
my pets again as I miss them so much and come to earth from time to time and
help the poor animals who are suffering because of mans cruelty and be there
for those who are alone. Just to know I can do that would be a dream. Oh, and
put down my wings, remove my long white gown put on some jeans and solid boots
find the people being cruel to animals and kick them until they will never move
again.
Then remove jeans and boots and put back on my cloak/gown
and wings and hopefully fly back to the land of perfection.
© Fiona Cummings
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