As I puffed up the pillows at Hubs side of the bed this
morning, I felt a dreadful sadness as he won’t be putting his head there
tonight. He’s away on business. It’s a reminiscent of days gone by when he used
to travel but in those days, he could spend up to 17 days away. And, he was in
different countries. Sometimes he would be in several countries during one
journey away.
He is travelling by
train today, almost three hours journey, that’s after and before transport to
the station and office where he needs to be. The Little Fella was off on his adventure.
Hub said he is the most perfect dog for conferences and so on as he just lays
there. Quite the opposite to what he does at home. That is a good guide dog
though, he knows when he is at work and he know when he has his home time…. My
Waggatail, always has her home time. Haha. I joke, on Saturday when we were
out, she lay stillish all day, after her own naughty adventure getting there.
Going back, she was fine, not so excited or anxious, not sure what it is with
her. All I know is her tale never stops Wagging.
I wrote eleven poems last week for people requesting them
for Valentines day. I’m surprised this day in age people bother with that. I loved
it when I was a young girl as in those days, no one knew who sent the cards. It
was always a huge mystery who sent you your cards. Trying to unravel the
concealment of the handwriting in the card normally featuring two cuddling
bears inside a heart with inky handwritten words inside silly rhymes, so very innocent
in those days comparison to now days. Who was the person who sent it? Was the
clue in the handwriting, or perhaps you would recognise a word that would be
written in the verse, possibly a word they use a lot?
There’s really no
mystery in love now days is there? I mean, even the unborn children, we have to
know the sex of the child… why? What about the pure excitement of not knowing
until the birth? Whenever I ask younger people this question they always say,
well it’s nice to know what colour to paint the bedroom or what clothes to buy.
Oh, my goodness. That is the worst excuse I have ever heard in my life. and I don’t
know who parents are trying to kid, me or themselves. It isn’t working with me.
If there was another reason, then fine, but clothes and paint? Whatever
happened to whites, yellows, lemons, creams pale green even pale blues? And,
are baby ducklings not unisex, or pictures on wallpaper of teddy bears? Are
they only meant for boys, or is that girls? My sons first paper had farm animals
on lambs, piglet’s chickens and so on. His bedding matched and his clothes were
white and the colours above, I mean, babies clothes only last a few weeks
before they grow out of them. Then people can buy their dreadful navy blues and
dark greys. Again, personal opinion, I like babies in baby colours not dressing
as if they are going to the work house… hahaha. My young Bloggets will be
outraged. Well OK, away from old Nanna Fi’s opinions but getting back to not being
able to keep or expect a secret or surprise. Remember those old movies when
people waited to hear the news the nurse or Doctor would come out, even the Father
and announce
“It’s a boy!!!” or a girl.
An old classic comedy in the UK makes me laugh every time I see
the same show. Del Boy comes out all tearful after his wife has given birth and
announces to his old Grandfather and younger brother.
“It’s, a, it’s a’it’s an it’s a
Baby!!!”
Oh, my, maybe you had to be there watching it, but it still
makes me laugh. Of course, it’s a baby, they wanted to know boy or girl…
The pure anticipation of waiting so long to know what you
are having. The excitement. It’s all gone yet another part of life removed of
emotions.
In our news today, a burglar has broken into a few houses
over the past seven years thieving £1,000000 worth of items and the experts think
he’s a professional soldier… Why? Because he knows he may come across more than
one person as the mansions he’s breaking into, are huge and any room could have
a person in, most probable at least one member of staff. So, they are saying
the regular burglars are wary of people. He also has a gun. I just don’t
understand you have a huge house an yet you don’t have security on it? Like
gates, walls, security lighting, alarms and strong windows? And if you have all
of that, possibly this is another reason why experts think this person may be ex-army.
I’m disgusted in a handful of students who have protested
chanting that Churchill was a racist. If he was, then why did he not befriend
Hitler? They have too much time on their hands.
Health
Vaping may increase cancer and heart disease a new study
suggests.
How about an implant for the brain, a pacemaker that could
cure Alzheimer’s?
Just some headlines
from Google news.
Well as the wind picks up I shall go outside to try to pin
down everything that may wish to dance with the conditions. Talking of dancing,
before I go, a funny story I was told by my good friend who has very poor
sight. Recently he was at a party and he was a little tipsy so decided to
dance. After he learned his moves on the dance floor had injured a couple of
people, hahaha, he decided to take it easy. To his delight someone took his
hand for a brief moment he liked the smell of her perfume so learning that his
moves hadn’t been unrecognised, he lent in to the shadow before him who was
much smaller than him. To say thank you for the opportunity to dance. As he
felt her feathered hair against his cheek, he thought that was his lucky night.
After two dances, he learned that all wasn’t as he expected
and Joanne, was in fact, John…
My friend took his small cane from his back pocket and click
click unfolded it and left the dance floor as fast as an almost blind person
can leave anywhere…
Oh, I love my friend, he and I have such laughs. Exchanging stories
that sometimes we feel only those with sight problems will understand. And not
all blind and partially sighted people are at the same stage in their vision
loss or lacking in ability to have ever seen. So, we are rare. There are only a
small selection of people who I know I can joke with in such a way.
OK must go now and then try to get my Wagga out as she is
hyper… I have some items to post then I must go to the Doctors to pick up a
prescription… in the wind, should prove to be of interest… my blind persons fog…
x
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