SMILE THE BLOGGET WAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Well I thought you all deserve a laugh today, so after reading online, here’s what I found!

I read a great thing on Facebook. A guy ordered a large Pizza in a restaurant for his family. He asked if it could be cut into eight slices rather than 12, as he didn’t think they could eat 12 slices. Bahahaha.

He got a funny look!

 

What is the funniest thing you have read of late?

Well, let’s smile some more. Here are some stories I took from readers digest.

A lady was a single Mum of four when she was asked to come to a family picknick with her church. She didn’t know what to contribute as she had very little money. Then she remembered her friend gave her some canned cherries she had canned straight from her tree. She thickened the cherries and made a delicious looking pie crust. Took it to the church event. Everyone looked in admiration as they went to cut into her pie. Her boyfriend was the first to slice into the home baking. He had a puzzled expression as she looked to him for some kind of response… like, oh darling that is delicious!

Turned out the friend gave her the canned cherry’s and not removed the stones.

Hahahahahaha. Oh, I would have died.

 

A grandfather went to see his granddaughter for the Easter holiday and decided to wear his best suit. The little girl went to him and said.

“Oh, Grandpa, you look so handsome today. Did you take a shower?””

 

A mum was carrying her three year old Son up the stairs when she said to him. “When I get old, you will have to carry me up the stairs.”” He looked to her with a worried look and answered. “Hmm. Will you get any smaller?””

 

A man was planting seeds. It was boiling hot. The guy was sweating. His neighbour shouted over to him, you should wait  until the sun goes down or at least in the morning when it’s cooler. The guy planting replied. I can’t, it says on the packet to plant in full sun!

 

A lady asked her Son to bring a broom from the back porch one evening. He replied. I can’t Mum, I’m afraid of the dark. The Mum replied, don’t worry Son, God will be with  you. The son reluctantly went to the back door opened it a little and popped his head out and shouted. “God, if you are out there, can you pass me the broom?””

 

A three year old little boy was always impressed by his Grandpa’s mighty machines. He has a snowmobile, tractor and more. One day his Mum said. Let’s go to Granma’s, to use her sewing machine. To which the boy replied. Great, can I ride it?

 

Well, I hope that’s put a smile upon your chops, it has mine.

 

 

 

MEN AT WORK BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s pouring with rain today but I asked my Alexa if it would rain today where I live, not because I wanted to know if it would rain, as cats and dogs were going on outside of my windows, but because I wanted to know how much rain would fall. I know, I’m sad… It’s my Husband, he’s rubbing off on me as he is obsessed by weather… Alexa isn’t the kind of gal just to ask how much will fall, you just have to ask her will it rain? And her answer normally is to tell you what percentage it will rain and how much in miller meters. But today’s answer? …

“It will not rain today!””

Oh, my…  Seriously Alexa? There wasn’t a gap without water going on out there.

 

It will do the gardens good. Hub and I spent the weekend in our garden, him grumbling and me handing out my orders. Haha. I did do some pruning too. Now, what I pruned is a guess. And the choice of guesses are. Flowers, plants or weeds. I’m really that bad. And Hubs version of gardening is moving one of my statues from one end of the garden to the other… oh, he did do a great thing too he fixed our fence. No hammer was required or nails just wire. We are hopeless in our yard. Our gardener had been for three hours, but he spent time on other things. Don’t ask what. Smile.

 

I wonder if we will get any apples from our tree this year? Well apples that are not suitable for punishment. As ours are always so sour. Did I tell you about that? A man from the garden centre sold us this beautiful tree full of delicious yellow apples. Huge too. How do I know they were delicious? Because my Boy wonder who was my Teen back then, ate one… well I paid for it and left waited for delivery. What came wasn’t the same tree. Totally different. I was welcomed to the area by a load of con men and years passed for me to realise where we live now is full of sharks. We have swam with all of them.

 

It's funny how in different parts of the UK how people change. We live on a small island and we are all so different. Apart from a few, I believe people in the North are much friendlier still. My friend from London well, she’s from Newcastle but now lives in London, called me up the other day. As she was on her way to pick the kids up from school, by foot as by car would be ridiculous as the traffic is unforgiven and it was then I learned just how unforgiven it really was. The horns never stopped and they were so aggressive. Not just one beep but five, six. Long ones too.

She said to me she hates the drivers there. She had spent the weekend in the north east and said still drivers there wave to each other. Not in London, they may use their hands, but not to wave. Haha. Still though I have some great friends from our capital and they are fantastic, it’s the majority who let the side down.

 

Our future looks like it’s going to have flying cars. I pray for this never to happen. Can you imagine? I mean, how on earth can that be controlled? Surely there will be crashes as there are no roads people will be just flying into each other. I already hate drones unless they are used by the Police or army. China are now delivering food by a drone. It flies to a driver and you only wait twenty minutes for your meal. So, let’s wait forty and have no more invasive machines?  We live in a new world. It’s horrid and we are to blame. Get our kids to wait, I did with my Son and though society has got to him too, there is still a part of him who remembers just to wait and it will still get to him.

 

I am asked the question many times would I like to fast forward five hundred years or go back five hundred years? Well firstly I don’t believe this earth will be here in five hundred years. But if it is, no thank you. I will hate it so much. As for going back well, perhaps as long as I am not one of the poor people. I wouldn’t mind being semi poor, but not so hard up I am on the streets or can’t afford medical care. We are lucky to have our NHS I just wish it had better management.

 

I made my Son his breakfast this morning and shouted for him as he only had half an hour before work. He then told me he had an hour and a half… well yesterday he told me he was starting at ten. Today it’s eleven. So, I took him his food in bed with a coffee and now he has gone back to sleep.  He didn’t get in until almost 2.

 

Yesterday went so well for him. I was really proud and when his Dad was learning of his day last night, he was also very proud. I just let those two-talk business over heads and budgeting. I was lost. But in general, I think he did amazing. He was the youngest there by a country mile and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is the youngest assistant manager in the company. But he has never been his age. He is so clever. I just hope he will enjoy his new job in a few days. If not, no doubt he will get another one. But if he hangs in there, in a year, he could be manager and then regional. But that will come in no less than five years I would think as that is a huge step.

 

I’m glad to say that Shamrocks baby shower, well her sisters, went well and her sister really did appreciate what her little sister had done for her which is great as she worked hard for weeks if not months. I think there is a month before the baby girl is due.

 

Hub was exhausted last night he did so well I was so proud of him what he achieved yesterday. He took his new role so he could save as many of his staff as possible from redundancy. The past few months has been so stressful for him. He really does care bless him. If he stayed where he was, in the same role, another person would have crushed his office/staff. But Hub has a great brain and has worked on so many spreadsheets which are not very accessible for people who are blind and he has budgeted and created and swapped jobs, to try to do his best for the team and the end result looks good.

 

OK, I’m going to wake my sleeping beauty up now though I am sure he will have an alarm. Did I tell you he sets about ten in the morning? Haha. He wakes up, turns it off and so on. I told him to set one and get up. But no. instead, he has half an hour of interrupted sleep.

 

Talking of sleep. Once BW got home, I fell asleep and had a humungous two and a bit hour before I woke. And then I fell immediately, something I never do. And had almost three hours. That is the most sleep I have had in five months.

 

I fell asleep to Mexican music. I love it it has many memories for me. That’s another blog. Until later, take care.

 

DIARY OF MY COTTAGE GARDEN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Firstly, my heart goes out to people of Belgium! I wish all of this would stop.

What a day again, in fact what a night! If I had just over an hour’s sleep,

I will be lucky.

My love has gone far by train, done an all-day meeting and missed his train coming home, so, he will be later than I hoped for. My Son on the other hand, has been to a manager’s meeting today. Gosh, he’s brave. He still hasn’t received the training from his old well, almost old manager to step up to the next stage. He has eleven days before he starts his new role and all he’s done so far is rotors. Only another thirty-four things to learn… I said weeks ago, he had five weeks to learn nine months work, and his boss just deliberately not taught him. And now, he’s took a week’s holiday. Mean, I hope what goes around, comes around, and bites that man in the butt.

 

Well his new boss asked Boy Wonder to attend the meeting today in her place… he had to take notes, listen to speakers. Work from a white board. Fill in forms. Draw out maps. And create monthly plans. As well as learn all about what’s new and new machines as well as the latest way of working with the online system. Then he had to take all his files to his new place of work hand them over and teach the girl how to do the new work on the computer. But he enjoyed it. He coped. I received a text from him saying it was OK but he didn’t have a clue what he was doing, but, he must have been OK as five hours later he has returned home and said he managed fine.

 

When my Husband who is an area manager goes to work, if it’s a conference meeting for example, he takes an apple… BW walked into a five-star hotel, had coffee and pastries, then lunch a hot meal with desserts and coffee. Then after lunch, biscuits cakes and more coffee tea or juice. Not bad in just over eight hours?

 

I believe it was a one off though, as the managers were saying normally they get a bag of potato crisps. And a can of fizz, in a backstreet office block!!!

 

Well, we have had a bit of a dreadful day with regards electrical work. My heart sunk as realisation kicked in and the big bad world punched back. I’m so ready for a break Bloggets.

 

My Son has a holiday planned with friends and Sham. They are going to a beautiful part of the country for two nights and I hope they will hike/walk as that is my Sons intentions. But it’s his friends 21^st, so let’s see how much walking gets done. I hope they all have a great time making memories.

 

BW’s now off to the gym. He’s just gone out with his pal, the lovely lad across the road. He’s such a sweet young man. I have said before, the two of them are not just friends, but more like brothers. They don’t really go out much but are always there for each other. To look out for one another. It’s such a lovely thing they have.

 

Re my book, I have only managed a thousand words this week, well in the past seven days, but there’s always tomorrow. I don’t have anything planned to go anywhere so, a day of writing.

 

Thursday Waggatail and I have to pop out and Friday busy again. The following week I’m out with my great friend Geordie. My footballer’s wife. Smile. At last a day or three hours where I can be me.

 

But for the next 24 hours, Hub and I have some serious business to attend to tonight, bless him, he will be tired too. I don’t think anyone who can see realises just how much it takes it out on those who can’t see when it comes to traveling.

 

Hubs at his office tomorrow and Friday away again. Next week is a nightmare for him and travelling and will be staying overnight for two nights. Today has been a big day for him I hope it will be successful.

 

Outside of my window, smile, that is what some of you Bloggets wanted to hear. I received three emails in the past two weeks asking me to tell what I can hear as it’s been a while apparently since I did that. Well, may be that is because outside of my window has been normal for a change! Today, there are the army planes in the background blending in with the thunder which fills our sky. There is someone using a strimmer. Oh, it sounds like a wasp in distress! We have a lot of motorbikes in our avenue of all sorts these days. They are so blooming noisy. And why do they have to sit on them and rev the engines? Why can’t they just get on them and drive off to noise pollute another area? But no, nine minutes the other day I timed them. Rev rev and I’m not talking about the church staff.

 

OK, I must go now to hunt for food to feed my Husband. BW has told me he has had enough and wants a salad for tea. Hub? Let’s see what I can gather in my cottage garden to feed him with.

Well, OK, my cupboards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PEGASUS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

PEGASUS

 

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

He came to her with a main so feathery

As if to bow loyal but merrily

He came to her with one swish of his tail

She stood before him, skin so pale

She looked into his eyes so deep and dark

Silence fell only the sound of a lark

Whispers between them both
As if to swear under oath

To leave a life she did loathe

He lowered his back and she clambered on

Under silk layers she wasn’t alone

A baby lay in her arms

With golden curls

And wings to his arms

Huge feathered like clouds

So prime and proud

Lifted the white horse

As they flew over land So coarse

He came to her that night

To remove her from fright

Lifted her to flight

Away from winters bite

From a distance they looked like a kite

With wings replacing tails

Silk robes like vails

Her long gold locks chased behind her

His main wrapped like fur

Keeping her warm with infant close to her heart

She knew they wouldn’t part

He would take them to safety

Where love would be plenty

And a new start for baby

Where she could be treat like a lady

Her escape was necessary

Her jailer could hunt by day by night

But he would never find her saviour in white

The sun was her light

And the navy blankets were her eve

This was a dream even she couldn’t believe

He galloped just under the moon

Her sanctuary would come soon

When she gets to her oasis

She will praise her Pegasus

For this mystical miracle

Something quite spiritual

Knew when to come to her

And she knew why

The flight through the sky

The rain she did cry

Silver diamonds fell

She left her hell

And looked to her child

So precious and mild

Their eyes met

As there was no regret

They would be strong

Forever long

© Fiona Cummings

WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

What a day, what a wonderful day!

Well last night I received a text saying the guy who does my garden was coming. Be in, or do without your garden for the next five six or seven weeks. Well, he didn’t say that but to be honest that is what would have happened. He’s a great guy does a good job and is honest but he is so busy if you don’t take him when he has a slot, tough for another few weeks plus.

 

Well isn’t that typical just when we were due to go out with our friends? I text our friends and they said they would go somewhere else but I felt bad as they wanted to go to this particular place. I was a bit gutted as I did want to go out, anyway, long and short of it, our guy came and after two hours, I asked him how long he was going to be and he said at least another hour. Heck. I text our friends to tell them. They replied how about going somewhere else? I thought they may have headed off without us but they waited bless them. I told the gardener we were going out and would he lock up the gates after he had finished? He agreed to do so and he can be so trusted I paid him and put on my glad rags…

 

I was super excited. Boy Wonder had already headed off to play paint balling at a Dadtular party. Have you ever heard of such a thing? I’m just about getting my head around a baby shower. I have never…. Many years ago, when I heard of such a party, it only happened in America. Our tradition in England was not to buy the baby a gift before it was born… but tradition smalition. Traditions are dying. So, the baby shower took place, and BW went to the Dadtular. That is the opposite to where the Mother to be has her party, so now days the guys/Dads also have a party. The ladies receive baby clothes and the men/Dads, have fun. Haha. And todays fun was paintballing.

 

We got in our friend’s car and off we went. The weather was stunning. Of course, I can’t see out of the car window but still I was enjoying the start of our outing. Yesterdays plan was to drive an hour and a half each way, today we only drove for just over half an hour. I could tell we were driving in the countryside, as the air was thinner and cleaner. We arrived, I got out of the car. The sun shone so brightly as it pounded down on us. Our friend took Hubs arm and I took her Husbands arm and off we headed. Paid for the carpark and through the narrow streets. Oh, Bloggets, the smells from the foods were amazing. It was a food festival you see.

 

My friend told me of the shops we were passing. He was great at doing that. There was a shop that sold walking clothes etc. another home knitted jumper. The next one sold fruit and veg and then there was a gyn shop. Then a delicatessen. A butcher. Sadly… but outside of the butchers there was a huge BBQ where he was selling home made burgers. Oh, though I am a vegetarian, the smell drove me crazy. Hub had his mind on one of those, but we went further in to see what else there was. The tiny streets were full of quaint and small shops. So different. I did wonder if we lived there how easy it would be to find places as everything was so close together. The atmosphere was amazing. We came to a market a stall selling everything to do with garlic. Including garlic beer… gross? There were foods like cauliflower with some kind of garlic sauce on. Hub and our friend tried some they said it was delicious. Then the garlic kicked in and we almost needed to call the fire brigade. I tried some other kind of sauce and it was amazing, it had seeds in may be pine nuts too? I bought some of that, but the hot stuff Hub had no, I wasn’t going to entertain that.

 

There were waffles with strawberries, cream, ice cream and chocolate. Yum, but what a mess I would have made with that. Then the coffee stall. Hub bought some posh coffee. We passed the bakers stall and I got a home-made cheese and onion pie, Hub bought a rabbit pie, gross, and a chicken and mushroom pie. Oh, urg wait for this one, a stall selling black pudding. Double and treble gross I say. For my Bloggets who don’t know what black pudding is? I think it’s pigs, blood. Yes. Dry though. It’s with spices. Oh, I could be sick. But then the cheese stall. With a very interesting character. After talking with him, not sure I would want to buy from him. You know when someone just doesn’t sound clean?

Haha

You don’t?

Bless him, he may have been just Hub and I spoke afterwards and we both said we would not buy because of that same thought, but there was a lady on another stall and we bought cheese from her. It was expensive but worth it.

 

The bakers stall, I loved and could have bought more. There were tray bakes of chocolate cakes and so on too. But we got our sweet fix from the fudge stall. We got a ginger one, peanut butter one and finally a rum and raisin flavoured fudge.

 

The shortbread stall, we sampled some of that too and bought lemon and white chocolate shortbread. Then our friends bought some home-made bread and Hub treat our friend who I was walking with to a dessert of strawberries and cream with some kind of cake on the bottom. Hub also bought my friend and myself a glass of Prosecco and sparkling vodka with a raspberry at the bottom. And talking of raspberries, I got some raspberries and strawberries. The strawberries are huge. And I think Hub ate most of the fruit before we got around the market. It was packed full of people so we needed a break a seat in the sun with a cup of Moroccan mint tea. Oh, that was so refreshing. The smell of the fruit and the sweet doughnuts were inviting and we stopped at a stall selling huge cakes. Then came the rhubarb gyn. Now, I don’t like alcohol. But when you add rhubarb to something I was interested and had to try it for the benefit of my Bloggets who may wish to purchase some in the future… oh, it was amazing, nothing after that tasted close to being half as delicious. Hub tried some dark rum. That was it, a bottle was purchased. The bottle has a wax cork in it. There was sherry to try too but I declined.

 

And finally, I bought myself as they all tucked into burgers, some halloumi. Oh, it was cut into cubes and deep fried. Wow double wow. So not good for my waistline. But the amount of walking I did I excused myself. Haha.

 

There was a stall selling dog biscuits too but the price of those was breath-taking. And a stall selling one of my favourite things, baskets. But again, no way I could justify that price. There was a small round what I call static basket so not one for shopping, just one to put as an ornament, it was weaved in all colours. It would have looked lovely as a fruit basket. But £18? Nope. £14 perhaps, but not eighteen. It was small.

 

We came home walking to the car through the lovely narrow lanes of little Victorian shops and got back here had a cup of tea in the back garden. Shamrock came around for a while and BW went off to hers for a BBQ.

 

After sitting in the garden for a while, we came in Hubs listening to the radio, a big football match is on and I’m now chilling. It was such a great day.

Our friends were fabulous at telling us what we were passing, what a difference it makes to know that kind of information. Nothing beats seeing things, but at least we had the verbal details. And the smells of where we were gosh, wow, I just loved today.

 

RP FILES AND DIARY OF RESEARCH BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s not every day I can say I have designed someone’s sitting room in Canada. I would love to have been there in real life as Canada is my dream place to live, well or Italy or Switzerland or south of France, but Canada is as equal to those places, and it’s nice and far away from where I am now. leaving shadows behind and my brother, brother and family and Brother in law and my sister in law travel far in the world, so they would visit, and my school friends would come to visit I know they would so what more can I wish for? just away from a past that’s too close right now. I have already joked with my old school pal saying when we get old, we should all buy a large house with a pool somewhere hot and live together. She agrees. We would all be so happy. Who knows, that  may happen one day.

 

Right now, I can’t even have anyone to stay. As we have no spare rooms. I would love a house where that could be the case.

Hub and I have spoken about moving again. He wants to move back to Newcastle. He loves it there and says that is his home. Me, yeah, I can see that but I would miss my friends here. I would have to start off all over again. I miss the location of my home land though. But if I won the lotto or received a miracle to get sight, then we could go to our homeland every weekend. Now, the chances of all that happening? Nil… for now anyway.

 

So, what are the latest developments with regards research for RP? (Retinitis Pigmentosa) that is what I have wrong with my vision and other research with regards blindness for other conditions?

 Here’s a link

https://www.rpfightingblindness.org.uk/index.php?tln=newsevents&pageid=245&phpMyAdmin=8470f5860e73069941f6cb0b9ff3c1e3

 

 

and this is interesting too.

https://rarediseases.org/rare-diseases/retinitis-pigmentosa/

 

 

 

 

DIARY OF THE BEAUTIFUL UGLY QUESTIONS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Blog written in two parts in one. First part was from Thursday/yesterday

I guess this blog will be finished tomorrow or tonight if I get chance. So much can happen between those hours. Right now, I feel like going to bed. What a wonderful life that would be to be able to please oneself and listen to your body.

 

I have washing to bring in from outside where it has been drying. I have dinner to cook and piles of clothes to move from our bed to the robes. Then I think I am going out. It’s that time of week where we go to humiliate ourselves at the pub quiz, but right now I am so tired. A bit like the Little Fella he has slept all day. Hub left him at home today as he has had a really busy two days. Especially on Monday when Hub woke at half five and his day outside began just after six in the morning and he returned after seven at night. Then yesterday an early start and back well after half seven.

 

I have bought them a new bed. Bed number I can’t remember, about 12 in six years. That’s 12 each by the way, so, 24 beds costing at least £35 each, so, over £800 worth of dog beds. And this one I caught one of them raking it as if to start to bite. I shouted they stopped. If I am not in the room with them, then what? Bed number 13?  I have just bought them a longish bit of what they call vet bedding but this is thick and has a rubber backing. At least it will grip the wooden floor. Let’s see how long these last?

 

Shamrock has seven days off work but I bet she picks up a shift. Though she will be exhausted as she has a big party to organise. Bless her, she’s arranging her sisters baby shower. She has been working on it for weeks and weeks. If not months. I hope her sister appreciates just what she has done for her?

 

I had a meeting this afternoon. I managed to hold my tongue when necessary. I was on the edge though… the lady I was interviewing with was lovely. Calm. So sweet. Unlike me. Hahaha. So many questions that had to be asked and answered. We were a team. She’s so lovely and polite. Like good cop bad cop. But again, the end result was a good one.

OK, so I shall leave this now and be back. When? Not sure. But part two will continue.

Already next day, how did that happen? Smile.

And here we are, part two. So, we went to the pub quiz. I could write so much about those visits, but the punters and staff are lovely, may be in the future I shall update you all about our times there.

 

The people we go with asked us to go out with them on Saturday. Let’s see. The weather is due to be stunning this weekend. But where one of the people suggested is three hours drive there and back. Fish & chips, well chips for me, both for the rest. Ice-cream and beer is on the menu. It’s funny as Hub doesn’t drink any alcohol now days he just doesn’t want it. It all started when he wanted to lose some weight. I mean, he used to have two pints once a week at the quiz and perhaps a gyn and tonic once a week at home, so he’s never been a big drinker. But when he was trying to loss some excess, he stopped totally. And our neighbour who we go to the quiz with, can’t understand it. It’s really funny to see people’s reactions to not drinking. We live in such a drink culture. So, he sits with his lime and soda and I have my lime and lemon and we are fine, but our neighbour I guess feels as if he’s drinking alone. Well so, as long as he is happy and we are with him for company not to drink. It shouldn’t be pressure, should it. He said to Hub yesterday he hopes hub doesn’t let him down on Saturday. I thought he meant not go out with him, but he meant not let him down as in drinking… haha. Bless him. Hub told him he would not be drinking. Our neighbour replied we can’t drive all the way to that pub and not drink their beer? My question is, why not? As long as he enjoys it, and we enjoy the time with them, what more should be expected? Mind you, I did say do we have to drive that far for the beer?  There is beer on our doorstop. Mind you there are no good restaurants. Or ice-cream shops.

 

In London there are loads of great restaurants but here loads of restaurants but not good. London have so much competition, so should we have, as we are a city but no, even in comparison to my beautiful Northumberland, everything tastes the same here.

 

Hub working from home today.  I just handed him a cup of tea. Looks like Fridays are phone days. It’s none stop. So, I’m having to be quiet and it’s so funny how the dogs are too. If he had been at work, Waggatail would have had every toy out. She never lays down normally but when the Little Fella is here, they are sounding like little piglets snoring.

 

Their new vet beds are still looking fine, so they survived one night. They are really fluffy and thick. In inches, they are about 40 long. And 30 inches wide. 102 cm long, 76c wide.  The width is fine, but I preferred if I could get half the length again so another 20 inches or 50.8 cm. and guess how much the company wanted for that? £91.

How much?

 I almost died. I could have had my bedroom fitted out with a carpet for that much.

 

It’s really wet today we are expected 5ml of water. I love the rain especially when I don’t have to go out and I know how much the gardens need it. We are expected to have the driest summer on record this year. So, you watch, hosepipe bans. It’s crazy we live on an island and we have water shortage? And as I have said before we have clean water coming into our toilets. Why we can’t have sea water filtered, I don’t know.

 

Thank you for your feedback with regards to questions I have been putting out there, as in food for thought? Conversation starters. Well here are some would you rathers.

Would you rather be alone for the rest of your life or be surrounded by annoying people?

So, think about that, and what is your answer?

Me? Well it’s easy. Alone for the rest of my life.  annoying people boil my blood. I have managed to eliminate most people who annoy me/us, thankfully out of our lives forever but still they come to us as if an epidemic. I’m sure there is a farmer out there who has land and plants seeds which grow into annoying people. Haha.

 

Here’s an interesting question, well I found it to be so.

Would you rather be someone who discovered a new planet or someone who discovered a cure for a deadly disease?

Again, for me that’s easy and I bet my regular Bloggets can guess this one. I believe in looking after our own planet before discovering other places to spoil. Inhabit. So, of course saving people comes first.

 

Ooooooo this is a good one. Now, this will make us all think….

Would you rather have a horrible long-term memory or a horrible short-term memory?

For me I did have to take three and a half seconds to think about this one, have you thought about it yet? What are your thoughts?

Me, definitely I would rather forget my past so horrible long-term memory for me please.

 

Would you rather find a suitcase with £5,000,000 or find your true love?

Oh, gosh, now for me that is a challenge. I did find my true love and for me I was lucky but there are some people out there who find their true love, and the question was find them, not live happy ever after with them. So, you find your true love and it doesn’t work out? Think of the fun you could have had with all that money? Smile. So, think about that one and what is your answer? For me an easier one would be if I found my true love and we could live happy ever after but he was poor or I could have found that case, which would I prefer? And the answer will always be, my true love.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but it can buy an easier life and it can help for research into treatments/research for things like cures for certain disabilities that may be affecting your lives right now. for me I would pay a load of money to research into cures for Retinitis Pigmentosa to be able to see again is my goal in life.

 

And finally, one more question. Would you rather be beautiful / handsome but not intelligent or hyper intelligent but super ugly?

Haha, for me beautiful. Beauty gets you far in life. no matter what people say but having said that, beauty doesn’t last. So, then what? I guess if you are beautiful, you are never ugly. If you are already ugly, there’s no chance really, but having said that, to be recognised for one’s brain is such an honour, a privilege and a great feeling.  But to be told you are looking beautiful is also sweet.  So, hmm. I’m stuckish on that one. I would have to think a bit longer.

 

Wherever you are in the world, have a great weekend, won’t you? I will be back and if you need to contact me via email please do. I’m now going to read to see what you have sent today. I shall answer too as I have time on my hands today. With love.

 

 

 

ABORTION BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Warning, heavy subject.

Even the word abortion, where does that word originate from? I believe it’s a Latin word stem of abortio.it first appeared in the 16^th century Latin, Abariri, (Miscarry/away with) having said that I also read that the first recorded evidence induced abortion is from the Egyptian Ebers Papyrus in 1550 BC.

 

How ever you dress it up, it’s the ending of a life. removing an embryo or foetus before it can survive being born. An innocent life that you have created. To end that life, a Doctor can perform vacuum apirations until about 14 weeks, the most common type of second trimester abortion, is called dilation and evacuation.

      

Call it what you like its murder. In circumstances where the baby will be severely disabled and have no joy in life, then there has to be exceptions. But to get rid of a baby just because you can, or it’s inconvenient for you is immoral.

 

Having said all that, my natural mother if you can call her that, to be honest, those words for her natural and mother are as far from what she was or is to me, but on paper that is what her connection with me is, tried and failed obviously to abort me. And, I wished she has succeeded. Then at least I wouldn’t have the knowledge that I should not have been here.

 

Do people these days really have to get pregnant if they don’t want a child? And if they find they are with child, then why not hand that baby over to those who cannot have children? Again, that is another subject, adoption, and a subject I have first hand with, but there are some, happy adopted people out there and moreover happier parents who adopted children to give them such joy in their lives. For those children who are adopted and for those parents who have adopted, if you are all happy, wow, you are the lucky ones. More proof that abortion shouldn’t happen.

 

For those in pain every day with life, then I feel for you. If you wish you had not survived. I’m sorry. I can only hope your world gets better. I guess we were born for a reason, I just have to find my reason still.

 

I just think if you can go ahead with an abortion, then you can carry full term and give your baby away. OK, it’s more physical now, so you may have found yourself with a deep connection. Then, keep your baby and respect that your body has allowed such a miracle to take place!

 

Circumstances? Yours may change. And love costs nothing, your time is free to give. That is all a child need.

 

People are flying all over the world to get to Ireland to vote on abortion. To legalise it. Right now, thousands of people each year travel to England to get an abortion. And this week I believe there is a vote to see if it should continue to be legal in Northern Ireland to abort. People are travelling from Africa and Canada, New Zealand and Japan to mention just a few countries.

 

So, they feel passionate about the subject either way. But it’s a baby. It’s a life that may never be inside of you again. Who says you will get a second chance to have a baby?

 

Maybe you don’t ever want a child? Then take steps to make sure that never happens.

 

MOTHER IN LAW BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s well after the pumpkin hour. I have just written a poem. It’s on my blog page. I have touched on the subject of my poem many times. Also written poems about the same subject. Angels. Do you believe in angels? I do, but my brain is telling me that angels are as real as God and Jesus. And? Are they real? I guess as real as angels. It’s a circle. My heart is telling me that angels exist.  Even my head is telling me this. As today I was visited by my Mother in law, no, sorry, yesterday. I was brushing my hair sitting on my bed when the most amazing fragrance came flowing towards me. But coming from a direction to my left. The same smell as I always smell when I say she has visited me. I have told you before, my Husband and I were in his office at this house when he asked me to come closer to him as the smell was right in the corner next to him. I didn’t have to get close to him, I could smell it from the door where I was standing. It is always the same smell. She stayed for ages. He kept saying, can you smell that? I calmly said. It’s your Mum, you know it is. Of course, he knew, but no way he was going to admit to that.

 

She came for both of our dogs and I joke when I smell the roses now, saying she can go I am not losing any more dogs to her not for years. But I feel in my heart, and part of my brain, she has our Hannah and Suki. Black Beauty and Long Chops as they were known in my blogs. She came when Hub left his last job, when he was stressing looking for work. He was at his desk searching through the job pages. She came when we first moved here. She used to come a lot at our last house, I am so glad she has followed us here, sometimes I fear when we move, do our past over love ones know where we have gone?

 

So, how do I know its her? It’s two things, firstly she planted loads of roses in our last garden for us. That was a very special day. And we were determined to bring those roses with us to our new house. And they have survived. Goodness knows how as we are no good in our garden. In fact, I’m known to kill things, me and the slugs.

 

The roses have bloomed every year. And they smell nice, but not half as strong as she does when she comes. When I smell smoke, I know it’s my Mum and chocolate, my Dad. Sounds crazy, yep, it really does, and if I were you, I would have stopped reading a while back, but this is when my brain comes into this story/blog. I’m the kind of person who has to know answers or it drives me crazy and I have had too many experiences in my life not to believe in angels. But, they can’t be real. Why? Because they are not obvious enough. I guess I’m not making sense. Angels isn’t a case of yes or no, black or white. Why do they not come to us and tell us what we need to know? Some would say that is not their job, but, if we need to know something so badly, why not help us make life easier? Only they can tell us that or their maker. Our maker.

 

Why is there a need for angels? If they don’t answer our questions? I guess to look out for us and if we believe, then we get some kind of comfort. I feel things, smell them and even hear in a very odd way, but I still have a part of my mind that doesn’t believe, but I have to. Why? Because they are as real as a human standing next to me just in a different format.

 

So many times, I call upon my angels. I even call on my Mother in law. She doesn’t always come, but something does. As there is an odd feeling in the air. Again, I can’t explain myself.

 

I wish I could write words that made sense to you. No, to me, that would be good. If I ask myself, do I believe in angels and I can only say yes or no, what would I say? Answer? Yes. Categorically. But why? It’s just too strong to be in my mind and I wasn’t thinking about my Mum in law the other day when she just came and her fragrance was coming from my bedroom bathroom. Odd. Why in there? Too many questions. But if you are in doubt, just ask for your angel to show themselves and don’t be afraid as seriously, I’m a real wimp but when I’m near an angel, I feel so at one with the stars the world myself and earth. Heaven? Perhaps, but I’m not convinced my Mother in law has reached heaven yet as I believe when they do, we don’t see/hear/feel them as much. Why? Not sure, perhaps they have earned their wings and can fly as high as they want to a land of perfection. But if they loved us on earth, why would they leave us? And that is my question!

 

THE FEATHER BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE FEATHER

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

She spoke to me through her rose bouquet

Without wings she began to say

I’m watching over you every day

I still care and love you, though I went away

I know you miss me and need me more than ever

I’m still here just I’m not the same

And then she left me a feather

But she didn’t fly as she had no wings

And from then on it wasn’t the same

I felt free as if no chains

But then the weight of life returned

And my heart sunk as my thoughts burned

Was it really her, by my side?

Why couldn’t I see her, why did she hide?

Where did she go

How did she get here?

I didn’t understand

Why couldn’t she stay and hold my hand

Reassure me it’s going to be fine?

Remove my fear

Put the past behind

And give me a clue of my future

If she didn’t have a message for me

Why did she come?

Who sent her and how did she know how much I missed her?

And where now is her home?

What does she do all day?

How did she say what she wanted to say?

I heard no words outside my head

I felt nothing physical, like I said

I didn’t see her just smelled the roses

As one door opens, the other closes

I try to disguise my emotions

But my thoughts expose, the true me

I open my eyes to see

But I don’t want to look what’s in front of me

I have to learn to turn away

And hope she follows me again some day

But next time stay a bit longer

I need that sweet smell to linger

As I have so much to say

And I wonder

Is she  waiting for her wings?

Does the choir have to sing?

Does she have to learn some lessons?

And then with wings she gets her blessings

But if she is able to fly away

Does she go forever?

In the meanwhile, I shall treasure this feather

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

 

  

 

DIARY OF OH MY DAYS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good afternoon Bloggets. At last I can come to my lap top to chat. It’s been a busy day, each day I know what is going to happen, roughly. Sometimes there are surprises. Today wasn’t as much as a surprise, but a change of plan. My intentions were to take my lap top outside and write anything other than work related stuff. Instead I had to go to a shop I didn’t know how to get to. Involving crossing that deadly road. And then where? Oh, my goodness. Firstly, my heart was in my mouth. There’s no crossing and no gaps where the cars stop even for a second to let me cross. It’s a case of listening to which direction the cars are coming and going and dodging them. It’s dangerous as they don’t slow down even with a guide dog. At the end of the road, to go up the kerb am I at at the normal step or the huge one?  Have I crossed where the other side is grass, or onto the path or worse, it only happened once, I crossed over but the kerb just didn’t happen. Oh, no, I realised I had crossed on a side road. So, I had to ask my dog to find the kerb to the left as that was the direction I was heading.

 

I stood for ages to wait for a passer-by. But there was no one. Then I thought I heard footsteps but it’s hard to hear as the traffic is so noisy.

 

Was it a person or a can rolling in the wind?

A person. But they wouldn’t stop to ask what I was wanting. Help to cross over. So, I waited again, for ages by this point I was ready to give up. But that would mean I did the hardest part of coming out of the house all for nothing.

 

Then someone else came. “Excuse me, could you possibly help me to cross?”” and I meant over the road, not dress…

 

It was rather funny; a hand took my arm. A man, woman, child? A monkey from the local zoo?

 

Who knows, and to be honest, I still don’t know as they never said a single word. I thanked them and, on my way, I went.

 

The person said nothing so I couldn’t judge the height of their head, having said that where I live have very small home grown or not so grown people. They are rather small. No aftershave or perfume or soft or hard hands. No long nails no long hair touching my arm. No floaty material to say it’s a dress and not even a limp to say it could be an elderly person, not that all people who limp are old. Anyone watching my actions only when walking would guess at least 77.

 

Then to the shops. At least there would be loads of people there to ask which shop I wanted. And there was and I found where I needed to be. Got what I wanted though inside the shop, the person serving wasn’t the brain of Britain I hoped for. well, when I say brain, at least be able to communicate.

 

It’s like yesterday, I told someone I would like my letters in Braille as I am totally blind. They replied, so, would you like them in large print?”” me, no, I can’t see any kind of print. I see nothing, Braille please. They replied. “Well, if we send you the biggest print we have, we can even put it on yellow paper, so it’s easier to see.”

Me, no, please don’t send me print. Her so, if I send normal standard print, will someone read it to you? Me, no, no one, please send it in Braille. I know you can, I have had Braille from you before. Her, right, I have put it on your files, standard print is no good for you.”” Whoop whoopy whoop. We are getting somewhere. And then she continued.

“So, it’s on your files to send large print but on white paper.””

Oh

My

Days!

 

I then asked her did she have a first or a masters from university at stupidity?

Then put the phone down. Let’s see what kind of letter I will receive.

 

Back home safely, exhausted now.

 

Our Son is in the garden. He’s been out with his girlfriend’s brother to the gym. Poor man, as my boy will have killed him off. He knows how to put people through the mill.

Now he is in the garden with my adopted Son. Boy Wonders friend. He’s a lovely lad, I have spoken about him before. They have a great friendship. They don’t have anything in common and intellectually they are very different but they are always there for each other. He’s more like a brother. He’s a lovely lad. And today it’s our Sons turn to lecture this lad. Oh, heck, after the gym, I wouldn’t want to be lectured by my boy. He’s full of testosterone and ready to go!!!

 

But it’s sunny and they have a beer and they are I hope enjoying a chat….

 

Hub home soon from my wonderful hometown and I think today he has had a good one. Tomorrow away again but for once not by train. The trains yesterday were challenging. He said he was on four trains rather than two just to get there. Our trains right now are in a bit of a state. This doesn’t happen in other countries. Well, Japan and Russia… having said that, I love to travel by train, but not when timetables are well, just not on time and have no end result.

 

Today only two trains. But this mornings was just under half an hour late.

 

So, another shirt ironed for tomorrow and life continues. I have a meeting in the afternoon and the morning I shall be dusting and cooking. Just life. but as for crossing that road? Em, it will be a long time before I do that again, in fact, I may never do that again. As for my Waggatail, she will sleep tonight, but not sure her dreams will be pleasant. She doesn’t like noise. So, I have been playing with her toy in the garden. With her of course. Haha, I haven’t just been out there with a giant Kong toy on my own. Though it has been known. Seriously, I through a toy for Waggs once but I didn’t just go out there and throw it. I went out, teased her. Made stupid sounds you make to a dog just before you are going to release their favourite toy. Ran around like a headless chicken. And then threw this toy.

Waited.

And waited again. No little clippie claws running across my back yard. In fact, nothing chasing the toy. Oh, no, I had thrown it too enthusiastically. It had gone over the fence. That is why she was just looking as if to say I’m not jumping over there.

Oh, oops, no, she was still in the house…

 

O

K

Stop it.

It wasn’t my fault. On the way out, she stopped at the table. I closed the door and she had stayed at the table, obviously there was a crumb and my Labrador is more interested in a crumb that any toy.

Needless to say, I came in and thanked God our back garden isn’t looked over by other gardens. Or I should say people in their gardens…

 

Later gators.

 

 

STATS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

In 24 hours, our blog page has reached, Indonesia, UK, Sweden, US, Canada, Germany, United Arab Emirates, Brazil, India, Switzerland, France, Australia and The Faro Islands

Look how close the three are at the end of this list? These are the top ten of the total reading countries. Who knows who is eleventh? In general this year, only one country has took over another, but looking at the end of this list, things could change in my next stat update, it’s very tight.

United Kingdom 122,112

United States 102,512

Russia 10,628

Canada 8,120

Ukraine 7,464

Germany 6,706

Australia 5,693

South Africa 1,844

France 1,672

Poland 1,454

And in total counting the other important countries, which make over half of the total stats count, 304,786

My goodness. Thank you all and thank you for coming back. Thanks to all my new Bloggets and I’m grateful for all your messages and emails with such kind words. It’s also great to hear from those of you who were in such a dark place a year ago, and even a month ago and who are now seeing the light, or some light at the end of your tunnel.

 

This page is for you and I write for you only. Yes, you!