I wasn’t expecting two delightful Polish gents at my door at
quarter past seven this morning, but so be it, such is life. haha.
Yesterday, my Son brought back home his very posh new car.
He took me for a drive. Then when his Dad came home, he took him for a spin
too! I must say I really will miss his old car. It was so reliable but coming
up to nine years old now it will soon I’m sure develop problems and we don’t
need them. Though his last make was so trustworthy, not sure of this make. All I
know is it’s a proper dream car for a young lad.
LF had such a long day yesterday and thankfully he was well
and not like the night before. Seven hours travelling though, he was shattered
when he got home as was Hub. Hub has gone to his big office today an hour away.
It’s cold outside but sunny though we do have weather
warnings of floods. Again… thankfully I don’t live in the part of the city
where floods are feared.
*She touches wood*
Shamrock is looking for another job. Again. This will be
four in a year and a half.
I received the most beautiful email from my sweet much loved
Blogget and someone I’m proud and honoured to call a friend. She told me of the
wonderful trip she had in South Africa, a place my Husband keeps trying to get
me to go to with our Son. Our boy would love it, but I am so afraid of SA. I had
a friend many years ago our children were in the same class at school. She was
from South Africa and she told me of such horror stories. My Husband visited
there with his last job many times and loved it though he said his last visit
was slightly scary too! But obviously not enough, otherwise he wouldn’t want to
go back. Hub wants to show Boy Wonder the well, wonders of the beauty there and
the animals. He wants me to see the elephants, obviously I wouldn’t be able to
see them, but touch them. Gosh, I think it would break my heart. Just to know
there are such evil people out there who would kill them for fun. I will never
understand hunters and the few I know of or have known, are not good people.
That aside, my friend went on a stunning train. It sounds
like a journey for a queen.
It is called The Blue Train. She was met at the Pretoria
station where she was met by two very smartly dressed officials and they took
care of her luggage and lead her to a extremely luxurious lounge. She was given
coffee and introduced to her butler who would look after her during her
journey. Oh, gosh, when she told me of her suite on the train. Wow, I so badly
wanted to do this journey. The walls were panelled in beautiful beach wood and
had really plush carpeting. An enormous window with electric blinds. By day it
was a sitting room, and by night the butler turned the amazingly comfortable
sitting room into a bedroom. During the day there were two deep comfortable
armchairs with foot stools and a desk and chair in case anyone wanted to work whilst
travelling or have food to their cabin. The bathroom had marble floors and gold
fittings. There was a fresh bunch of flowers in a lovely vase along with a dish
of delicious fresh fruit, a bottle of champagne, next to crystal glasses and
more! The bedroom by night had crisp white linen and fluffy duvets.
She had her magnificent meals in the dining carriage in the
evening. Four course dinners with a vast choice of wines etc and each table had
a lamp and fresh vase of flowers. at the end of the 25 carriages, there was an
observation carriage with floor to ceiling glass. Oh, my, gosh, oh, I so badly
would love this holiday. At first when she told me of this journey, I did think
well it’s not much fun for someone who can’t see, as surely, it’s all about the
stunning scenery out of the windows, but no that would absolutely suit me down
to the ground. I simply love luxury and good food and I would be able to
appreciate the surroundings.
She went to Cape town and oh, wow, she doesn’t write about
anything at all that sounds threatening. Gosh, our TV tells of such different
stories. I remember when I had sight, I watched a holiday program about South
Africa, I remember the colours. I had never ever seen such vibrant colours. Oh,
for sure it would be a dream of mine if only.
I wait with each breath to hear from my friend though she
and I have a totally different life, I feel such a strong connection with her
and would honestly trust her as much as I would trust my own Mother. And trust
is something I really struggle with. She is the most amazing lady and I am so
happy she had a great time. I certainly did reading of her trip away. The way
in which she writes is like the finest art in the most prestigious galleries.
The closest holiday I have had like that one was when I went
to Sochi at the age of 14. I said goodbye to Moscow, leaving behind it’s thick
white snow and below zero temperatures and said hello to 37 plus. Red hot in
fact dangerously hot weather welcomed us to the black sea. A black car met us
on the runway. We were asked to leave the aeroplane first I didn’t like that
bit, who was I? I was no different to anyone else on that flight. The car had a
chauffeur who opened my door and a very handsome gent in his mid-twenties
opened the door for my Mum. We drove through avenues of magnolia trees. The blooms
hung so low to kiss our car as we gently cruised by in this absolutely luxurious
vehicle. The narrow avenues only let one car pass at a time and to be honest if
someone told me now that the roads to our destination had been closed for our arrival,
I wouldn’t be surprised as we didn’t pass one single car.
I have written before about this experience, but for new
Bloggets, our car purred to a stop and our doors were opened by staff of a
stunning huge house. They even bowed to us and again, I felt so very unworthy. We
were shown to our rooms. Two massive rooms, one bedroom and a very large plush
sitting room with a fantastic balcony which looked over the grounds of the property
with their little ponds with frogs croaking and by night dragon flies and
candles in the trees provided the lights.
We had our own staff and cook in fact we were the only
people in the whole house of many rooms. There was a huge room on the same
floor as us with a piano. Oh, Bloggets, even now thinking about this, writing
about this, melts my heart if only I appreciated it at the time.
We too had beautiful crystal glasses, decanters behind glass
and bottles to entertain an enormous party. Of course, we didn’t touch the
drink but what was in a fine dish with thick
velvet like chocolates disappeared.
Each day I was taken out on a speed boat with the young gent
who met us and assisted me everywhere I went. The beach wasn’t like back at
home with beautiful white sands but of stones I wasn’t keen on that or the
heat, but the black sea was really strange and relaxing. I was taken onto other
places like the silk road in Samarkand and the tea plants of Tashkent.
It was a holiday fit
for a Princess, but I was too young and too in love to really appreciate it
all. Even the day I was asked to plant a tree in the garden of friendship. Oh,
again surrounded by the press and a crowd of people picked by the party of whom
invited us there I’m sure, I was handed a tool, and asked to make a graph with
my name Fiona Cummings next to our prime Minister at the time, Tony Ben and Yuri
Gagaran, the Soviet pilot and cosmonaut.
A dream from years ago. And back to Moscow to see my love.
Who I dated for two years. I am sure we would have married if not for the KGB,
the Russian Mafia and the Russian Union. Oh, and the fact that my every move
was printed in black and white back then.
Dreams really do happen. So, never give up hoping.
© Fiona Cummings
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