THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

We should have been dancing

Sipping on a cool drink chatting

I’m here on my own

I can’t even pick up the phone

You were taken

Far too early, it was a mistake and

Now it’s our anniversary, and

It’s you I’m missing

Inside I’m broken

Words need to be spoken

But you can’t hear me

You can’t see me

Reach out to me

Or can you?

I love you

Need you and wish you were by my side

If you can see me, hear me

You will know of the tears I have cried

We should be laughing now

But I can’t

Tell me how?

We were meant to be together forever

You left too soon

I look to the stars, the moon

Are you up there

If not where?

I just want proof that you are waiting

I remember the days when we were dating

I was so very much in love

Hands together, I look above

Happy Anniversary

To my only love

 

© Fiona Cummings

For P & D The love you both have is too strong to never be again.

 

 

CANNABIS CANVAS AND CAN DO'S BY FIONA CUMMINGS

UK Doctors will be able to prescribe medicinal cannabis from the Autumn.  I don’t understand it and I really don’t want to. I fear big time it will lead to bad things. And if I had a child, no way I could feel comfortable about giving my child this. I know of people not personally but of them other ways who take this in and I still don’t understand it. May be in ten years’ time I will have a different point of view, I am just so against drugs and this annoys people who are for it as they say it has nothing to do with drugs/highs, I guess I am ignorant to the subject and it’s not something I really want to be educated on! What if someone gets their hands on the cannabis that is supposed to be quotes, OK, and can use that to mix with things that are not OK? Surely if it is easily more available, not that it’s hard to get anyway, but if there’s more of it, then surely it will be abused?

 

Talking with a friend who works in the entertainment industry, they say that every person they know that comes into their establishment, is taking some kind of drug. I hate the way the world is going.

 

Coming back from our friends on Saturday, there were people all over the train station platform sitting drinking alcohol. It was ten in the evening and surely, they had their fill all day? Well obviously,, not. As we fought our way through horrid drunks to get a taxi, I just felt ashamed to be English. Our people know no culture any longer. I feel like I should be in another country on nights like that. As the taxi weaved through stupid individuals trying not to knock them down, outside of my taxi window, I heard voices that were simply ridiculous. Have a drink, but to get into such a state? It’s not as if they were just funny or laughing, having a good time, they were totally out of control. They were falling all over the place. Shouting abuse at each other. And somewhere there would be a fight. I know my Son has been out a few times and out of the blue, lads just come over to try to cause arguments to try to start a fight. One of his friends was glassed in the face and the poor lad was minding his own business sitting at a table it was the lads/friends second drink of the evening before going on for a meal wit friends. And this is what I dislike. How it affects people.

 

On the other hand, I know of someone who is so miserable. Moans about everything in life. but when he is drunk, he wants to be everyone’s best friend. He is so loving. Now, that is nice, but false. After a while, you know he is fake. It’s the drink talking.

 

I had a lovely day with friends on Saturday and some drank but not one of us wanted to fight or cause any harm. The first thing my Son said to me when I got back was am I drunk? This is really sad as I hate alcohol.  If I am on holiday abroad, I may have a cocktail. And sometimes if we go to a street party where we live, I may have two glasses of wine, and I get very tipsy easily because I am not used to it, and I drink about four glasses of wine per year. So, for my Sons first response to be am I drunk? Just shows where we are going. Our Son has been brought up where his parents don’t drink for a life. And so far, that is his way, as I have said before in blogs, he’s mixing now with people who do drink, and I just hope that won’t have an effect on him.

 

Someone spoke to me the other day and wondered if our world will be here in a thousand years. I said if it is, we won’t be on it. As for another planet, well the very rich may go there but not the normal folk like me. We are not only killing this earth, we are killing humans too. And perhaps to do that, it’s a good thing. Who knows. As humans have a lot to answer to.

 

But there are good people. And Hub and I are honoured to be in contact with some of them. We have got rid of the rubbish in our lives as we don’t need them. I am more brutal than him he still contacts some of them but has no intensions of meeting with them. Life is too short to be bothered by negativity.

 

I was reading yesterday about negative energy being passed on through generations. The writer was saying negative energy sticks as it’s heavy. He wrote that if we have a good day, we feel good for that moment. If we have a bad day, we remember that day forever. If we think about this, it’s true.

 

I read if there is a person in your past who you have been seriously affected by, you have to imagine that there are sitting on a chair looking and talking to you. You are sitting on the other chair opposite them. You get up and walk away. If you can you even put them on the chair you were on, just by imagining them on their own going across to that chair. Then you have control. You hold the keys to your future in your pocket you get them out and lock away all the past.

 

Your past has a hold of you because you let it. The people from your past don’t know how they are affecting you. How you live your day doesn’t bother them, but it bothers you.

 

Having said all of that, it’s not easy to do all that, is it? For those who can let go, that is a gift for sure. If your past is like a crowd, or you are surrounded by people past, then it can be daunting. But if you go through that crowd one by one, it may take a while, then that crowd will get so small there will be a few people left, enough for you to deal with more easily. But you have to be strong to do that. And where do you find that strength? Only from your surroundings. If you are in a bad place each day, then how to get out of that? By walking away, closing doors. Putting on earphones. Finding a quiet place in the garden. But it has to start from your own mind. You have to learn how you can be in charge. As humans, we have to learn who is good and who is bad for us. Why except badness in our world? We really don’t need to! Believe me, we can choose to walk away even if it starts in our own mind.   

 

But we have to want to do that. We can’t just sit around and wait for someone to do that for us.

 

Saturday was a lovely day with friends. Ten of us all together in the same room though sadly some had to go early. One guy is so funny. I love his whit. He has a heart of gold. Our transport was interesting with regards the trains. In fact, totally dreadful. But the bit in the middle was lovely.

 

We had a weekend of thunder and lightning. But it was still hot. And today back to heat. I have never known England to be like this as far as weather is concerned. Normally in the summer we are lucky to have three or four days in a row with heat. This has been almost ten weeks of boiling weather. We have had two days of rain in that time.

 

Hub and I had a lovely week I wished it never had to end. I can’t really pick a best day the forest was delightful and the beach had the best most tasty food. Hub loved his flying. The hall we visited was interesting. Funny, but not enough walking for me it was over too fast. And yesterday we did some retail shopping finishing off by going to a pub for Sunday lunch. Back to the norm today though and when we will have such a great time again, not sure. At the weekend when we went to our friend’s house, JB, it was so good to see her but sad to say goodbye. It was lovely to be back in my homeland again. Fresh air. Clean air. And local sounds. But then it was my friend’s birthday here and I felt nothing but love for her so here or there? I wouldn’t be able to pick now. though my home will always be my home. I love my house where I live now, but it’s not and I doubt it will ever be my home. Hub is the kind of person who wherever he lays his hat, is his home, but he still regards Northumberland as his place he would love to end up. And, he doesn’t wear a hat. Smile.

 

Have a great week and find yourself.

 

STORMY SANDS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Our day at the beach was so needed. The air didn’t smell like the beaches do in my homeland, but still lovely air. And I was happy and surprised that there were hardly any people there. We went into a tacky gift shop, it was really spooky. No windows and thick curtains at the entrance which was weird. When I say tacky, there was awful rubber children’s toys like crocodiles and ornamental lighthouses but looked as if a child had made them… Sand shoes for kids and lots of shell windchimes and an owl made from shells. Well I just had to buy didn’t I. My owl is now in the bathroom as there are some shelled themed items in there.

 

LF and Wagga enjoyed their working along the prom. They have never been to the coast before, so they didn’t expect anything. Where as our last two guide dogs knew the beach very well and as soon as we got close to the sands, they cried wagged and pulled like crazy you couldn’t work them or you may have ended up over a Cliffe or high wall at least!

 

We passed the small cafés by the side of the promenade stopping for a cup of tea in my case, sitting at a small table listening to the sounds of the sea as it roared. Our friend told us that on the beach were loads of umbrellas with people hidden under them. As we kept walking we came to a funfair but we didn’t go on anything. It was like a ghost town from years gone by. When I remember my home town of Whitley bay, you could hear the sounds of the funfair for a very long time before you got to it. This place, no sound, no music or children screaming in fear of the rides. We even wondered if the amusements were operating. But there were such few people. We turned and went to a shop to buy delicious chips. We sat on a wall and our dogs were perfect laying down by our feet. We ate the chips from their cartons. They were hot and I had my normal intake of salt and vinegar. Hub and I agreed that they were the best chips we have ever had.

 

Loads of people came to talk with us. Or should I say our dogs. They weren’t working and they all asked if they could speak to them which was great. And our dogs didn’t get all excited. I think they were in shock what this week has brought us. They have been all over the place. From a country hall to a beautiful forest to the coast. The sea was constant sounds no clashing onto the rocks just movement of the vast water.

 

Seagulls hovered and our friend made me laugh when she told us of a time she was having a coffee and cake and one came to her flying in to pick up her cake… with the knife still stuck in it, he flew off! That must have looked really funny, especially with the knife still in the cake.

But they were good and left us alone may be because of our two dogs.

 

We tried to walk along the Cliffe edge but we came back as we felt it was too narrow for our dogs to guide us. There was a fence between us and the Cliffe… still though, it was a bit of a heart, in mouth situation.

 

It’s dangerously hot in my town where I live but at the seaside, it was absolutely perfect. The smile on my face was one that took many hours to straighten out… Hub loved his day too and the dogs were once again shattered. They have worked so well this week and have had loads of chances to experience such great days out.

 

Last night I was sad to say our week was coming to an ending. Today the sky is lit by lightening. It’s forecast that is how I know, don’t think I have been struck so can now see… the sounds have been terrible too. Hub told me he read on the local news that a house near by had been struck and its roof was blown off. We felt the effect from here. Our house shook. The dramatic sounds from the skies were so loud. I have a theory about thunder and lightning, but that is for another day.

 

Tomorrow we are spending the day with friends and on Sunday we may squeeze in one more day out. Pip is wanting to go out again and is so kind to take us wherever we fancy. But all back to work next week.

 

Tomorrow will be a little more challenging as we have trains and taxis to catch. We won’t be back till late either. Very late. And our city has a mammoth event on too, so the people will be so bad and the amount of them, oh, not looking forward to the transport but as for the people we are spending the day with, that will be special.

 

My Son had an interesting day today. He had to calm his boss down. She was going crazy w with a member of the public. Thankfully she listened to Boy Wonder and the situation was defused.

 

I hope wherever you are, you are safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

OUT IN THE COUNTRY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 Oh, it has been the most wonderful day. I am buzzing. We left early today and went for an hour to a beautiful unique forest. We drove through countryside. Something I have so missed since we moved here. I’m living in the city but I’m not a city gal. today we passed mock Tudour houses and  chocolate box buildings and tiny miner’s cottages.

 We drove in and out of tiny lanes so narrow when a car came our way, it was up to our friend who was driving, or the other car to pull over somewhere. When Pip said if we have to pull over, there is a big ditch, I think I aged a few years. Thankfully the other driver did the moving and we drove on.

 

We parked our car and got out and took in the air. It was very earthy. It was so warm. Almost like the rainforest. Oh, I loved it. And around each corner, there was a painting on canvas. Of flowers, old cottages. Hills and sheep and then there was a beautiful painting of hills and a farm house in the distance. I believe they will light up by dusk! Then there was a bench to sit on and take in the view. It was down a valley looking over a tiny quaint village with large hills in the background. It would have been lovely to see that, but we can’t we must be grateful it was described to us. We got a photograph but again though we can’t see it, we have it and you never know one day, if a cure happens, if some scientists come across a cure for blindness… we live in hope.

 

I let my Waggatail off her lead but Hub worked The Little Fella. And LF worked so very well. No way mine would work in such an environment. She would be too busy sniffing.  It was great to see Hub walking with such ease. LF is so good. He loves his Dad and he loves guiding. On the way back, Hub let LF off and he played with glee with his big sister and it was nice under the canopy of trees. So, the sun wasn’t directly on them. I blew the whistle a couple of times to recall them and they came back immediately. Gave them a treat and on their way, they ran off again.

 

And then back to the car. Well Pip is not too good at finding the car. I tried to navigate her and we got close, but still couldn’t find it. So, a lovely guy came passed on a pushbike we asked him if he wouldn’t mind riding down that track as it was the only one we didn’t try. Haha. He did and came back to tell us that was our car down there.  We were about a three-minute walk from it. Pip said she was mortified that she had to be guided almost to the car, by a blind person… there is a bit of a pigeon in me. I always have been able to find cars or our way back when lost, especially if there is no noise, and it was so silent.

 

Oh, I loved it. As we got to the car, gave the dogs a drink. We headed off and found a pub along the way called the grapes. We sat at a table on the patio for a while and then went in for lunch. Wow, it was my perfect pub. It had a coal fire though it wasn’t lit, as it’s boiling, but it was so quaint like the pubs in Northumberland where I used to live. The kind I have missed. You don’t get them in our city. There all modern or old with no character.

 

This was beautiful. Peaceful too and our dogs were great they just lay under the table but it was funny, as when the food was ready in the kitchen, the chef rang his bell to tell the landlady. But he bells was identical to our door bell so our dogs both together jumped up with delight. Who was coming? Who was visiting them? As of course every single person who comes to our house only comes to visit our dogs.

 

 

Well it was a lovely lunch and a even better day out. We both enjoyed it so much.

What a difference it makes to get out. This is a new start for us as Pip loves to go out with us. And I love to see my dogs happy. They are back home now and absolutely shattered. As am I. I walked almost three miles and was surprised to learn that, when I got back to the car, Hub tracked it on his iPhone. If I was told I was going to do that amount of walking, I would be exhausted before I even sat off. Haha, but I’m not tired because of the walking just the shock of the wonderful day we have had. And tomorrow we are off to the beach. It’s been too long since I was near a beach in England.

 

People do wonder what blind people get out of walking in the countryside or anywhere. Well it’s breathing fresh air for one. Hearing the sound of silence. Knowing our dogs are enjoying themselves. It’s not fun for them to work all the time. For us, to be away from home and work for a while, just to be as normal as anyone sighted. We can’t see what’s out of the window or what is in front of us and that is a gift that is worth more than any amount of money, a gift I doubt we will ever have, but we can sit at home in these four walls or experience a different feeling of a different place. And that is what we did today.

 

Hub is now playing our piano and our dogs are flat out in their bed in front of the fire of course it’s not on as it’s still boiling hot.

We are waiting for a lady to come for a half hour meeting and after then, the night is ours. Our Son is working sadly till late. And tomorrow is our day at the beach.

Until later, with love.

 

 

 

     

  

FLYING FOR GREECE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Firstly, my heart goes out to Greece. There are no words. The worst wild fires Greece has ever seen killing almost 80 people. At the moment, it’s said that they think the fires were started by evil arsonists. If so, I hope these people or that person lives a very long life but every single second of their long life is excruciatingly painful full of guilt. Especially as on our news tonight a family were found parents hugging their children. All dead.

 

Hub and I have had so much grief and pain in our past, but thankfully now we have times like today when we realise how lucky we are. Hub had an experience he won’t ever forget.

 Today was the day our Son took us to the air field. It was a very long drive and once we got there, the weather was perfect. Some clouds. Hub kept talking about thermals…. I told him he wouldn’t be that cold up there… He laughed and said he hopes he will fly through them…

And he did. He also went almost 3000 feet high.

 

He had to wear a very attractive snow suit. Well that is what it looked like. It was or is, black with pink. Haha. He was asked if he needed the toilet, but he was fine, where as Boy Wonder, he went…

He wasn’t flying, it was only Hub.

 

The man pilot, was fantastic, he described everything to Hub. He showed him the microlite how it works etc. once they took off, BW and myself went to sit on a picnic set. Table and benches. We drank some lovely cool juice we brought and enjoyed the sun. it was such a lovely place, it was so quiet and peaceful and there was no sign of traffic for ever. It was odd though as there were no birds at all either.

They’re not daft.

They keep well away from those flying machines.

 

Thankfully Hub landed safe and more than well.

Oh, it’s ten in the evening and he’s still talking about it. He said it was the best experience of his life. he wanted to do it again. Our Son was so happy that he got him that as a gift. The pilot let him fly it as in navigate. They went as close to the thermals as possible. Hub said it was wet really wonderful. Not like rain, just all the air was wet. They flew over the sea and sands. He let him go weightless for about three seconds. I have never seen my love so thrilled about an experience he has ever had before.

 

Tomorrow we are off on a forest walk with a friend. And the same person is driving us to the beach on Thursday.

 The weather is going to be lovely all week. And, this is England.

 

  So just before bed. I’m grateful for the fun Hub has had today but so sad for those people who have lost love ones in Greece.

If the fire was started by someone deliberately, to that person, those people, I’m sure you will be found out, but in the meanwhile, may you lay your head down on your pillow tonight and fall asleep fast, nice and quick so you get to the start of your nightmares without waisting a second.

 

 

 

 

 

A DIARY AND A BLACK HOLE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

OK it’s officially too hot now. Enough already. Today started with a delicious breakfast a treat from our Son. He’s so very kind. He drove me and his Dad to a place Hub and I have always wanted to go to as it has such an amazing reputation. The breakfast was wonderful. I had a toasty with thick mushrooms fried onions though I could not really taste the onions and really thick cheese, sweet chilli sauce and some kind of pepper or herb. My boy had a mushroom and halloumi burger and Hub had a bacon sausage and mushroom bun. It was so big he couldn’t get his mouth around it….

I’m being good…

  Saying nothing. Note?

 

We had lovely coffee Hubs had chocolate on top and we had dessert, well Boy Wonder and I shared one it was home made waffles with syrup in a tiny glass to put as much on as you wish and came with blueberries, strawberries and bananas. Oh, my goodness they were the best waffles I have ever had.

 

I even got a take away carrot cake. And then when I went to pay, BW said it’s already paid for. Bless him. I told him I would put the money back in his bank but he said he would be hurt if we did. It’s a shame as it would have cost a fortune. It’s far from cheap. I will think of some way to give him money though, it’s part of Hubs Father’s Day gift. As tomorrow Hub is going flying, he didn’t want to do breakfast like BW wanted him to as Hub said he may be a funny colour if he is so high in the sky…

 

It’s really uncomfortably hot here though. And is going to be hotter tomorrow.

 

Yesterday I spent time hanging a couple of pictures in my house. Thankfully they look straight… and they seemed to have stayed up. And, I didn’t go through any electrical cable…

 

So, todays subject. Blackholes.

Don’t think that a black hole is a space. It’s a great amount of matter packed into a small area. Imagine a star ten times bigger than the sun, squeezed into a sphere about the diameter of New York City.  The result is a gravitational field so strong that nothing not even light, can escape. Recently NASA instruments have painted a new picture of strange objects.  The most interesting objects in space.

 

It’s all overwhelming if the mass is three times the size of the sun a black hole can tear a star apart. The hole can eat up stars but around the hole new stars can grow.

 

In the milky way, it’s said that there are up to a billion black holes. And there are some super massive black holes that are billions of   times as big as the sun. wow, I never knew that until this week. Did you?  

 

Hub and I have just been talking about black holes and he was saying that when we look at a star, not that he and I do, but you may, by the time we look at it, it’s not even there as it was there so many years ago, as they could be millions of light years away, so when we look at a star, as I asked, what exactly are we looking at?

 

It’s written that stars are formed by dust clouds. As the cloud collapses, a dense hot core, forms and begins gathering dust and gas. Not all of this material ends up as a star, the remaining parts, can become planets, asteroids, so bits of rock for example, or comets. When a comet is near the sun, it releases gas.

 

A star the size of our sun requires about fifty million years to mature from the beginning to adulthood. Small stars are called red dwarfs and medium are white dwarfs. White dwarfs are the size of earth. Gosh, I really am shocked how big stars are.

 

Going back to black holes. What would happen if someone was to fall into a black hole?

 Well, you never know…

You may expect to be crushed or torn to pieces, but in fact the instant you entered into a black hole, reality would split in two. In one you would be incinerated and on the other hand, you would plunge into the black hole totally unharmed.

 

Fact is though, no one knows what happens when we would go through a black hole, another universe, Oblivion? I believe another world. May be that is where our spirit goes when we die. Why don’t we send the worst prisoners up there with a camera? Haha.

 

Apparently if we were to go up or through one, everything would go slowly. There is no air so we can’t talk and we turn into dust. Ashes to ashes dust to dust?

Time only goes forward never backwards. So, heading towards a black hole is a bit like that, once on our way, there’s no coming back to earth. But, what sucks us in? Who? Are we reborn?

 

And then it is written about quantum physics. And then it is when I say nighty night for now and no dreaming about falling through a black hole.

 

    

  

HOW LONG? BY FIONA CUMMINGS

All boxes unpacked and no casualties. It’s boiling out there again. there is no air today and it’s forecast to get hotter. Today I believe it’s 28. It’s going to be in the thirties all next week for us. We have a week holiday and I can’t wait.

 

I have done my yoga today and yesterday and I am loving it. Please don’t imagine me in one of those positions that only gymnasts can get into. It was funny the other night I was standing in the kitchen trying to get Hub to do some. Hahaha. He just took the Michael. I caught him last night reading my last blog so that got us talking about life, a conversation I love. And I spent bed time reading about black holes. I learned so much. I may write a blog on that later on. I always wonder though am I the last person to discover such subjects? I knew about them but not in such detail.

 

I’m still loving this place, it’s so posh we have a small sitting room but it’s so lovely. Hubs happy at work at the moment and our Son has been put forward for another scheme so I hope it will encourage him to stay a little longer. He has received high praise from the area manager this is good.

 

He’s still on his awful diet though. Sham has been cooking bless her and seriously when he’s eating the food it sounds disgusting. And he never eats it and says that was delicious. It’s ridiculous he has a stunning physique.

 

Shams sister and baby seem to be doing well, mind you she has loads of help. At least nine people are fussing around her. God help her when everyone gets back to work and so on. Hub thinks it’s best that parents are left to get on with having their new babies on their own. I’m kind of a little both ways. A little of both worlds.

 

If I had my life to live over again in the way I wanted, I would be very different around bringing up my Son. Though we are so proud of him, he has achieved so much Hub said last night he is a very proud Dad as our Son read out a simple email that turned out to be a masterpiece with words, out of all the kids we know of the ages between 18 and 25, he’s done the best. I’m not saying that he will all of his life but so far so good. And he is so polite he also passed his driving test when he was very young and is so very caring. But still there would be some things I would have done differently. In our next life if there is such a thing, will we remember our mistakes from this one? I some how doubt it unless it’s our self-conscience.

 

Have you ever used Google translate? Apparently, it’s translating gibberish into spooky prophecies. Oh, I would love to hear those…

It’s all over our newspapers about keeping a huge secret from our Prince George and the secret is not a secret at all. So, five-year-old Prince George may not know yet he is third in line to be king, but if our press is reporting it to all, then all will make sure George finds out and that will be in the playground. For goodness sake William and Kate, tell him before they do as loving parents are better off handling that news than school kids. William didn’t take that news good when he was a small child, but he has learned from that and can deliver the news in a better way?

 

Here are some fun facts. Dogs normally start to sniff with their right nostril, but once they find something pleasant, they will turn to their left nostril and continue sniffing with their left nostril if they like what they are smelling.

 

No number under 1000 contains the letter A.

Really? Gosh.

 

Giraffe tongues can be 20 inches long.

Lord. And their heads seem so small, where on earth does it go? And why do their tongues need to be so long?

I know those are the questions you are wanting to know, Haha, so let’s find out?

There tongues are strong too and that is so they can grab their food fast and they use their tongues like we use our hands. They also need to eat fast to avoid their dangerous predators.

 A giraffes tongue is mainly black and the rest is purple. The darker colour is a result of the extra

Melaninthat is present to help with sun burn as giraffes spend time with their tongues in tree’s etc grabbing out what they need to eat. As they can’t buy sun screen, they allow nature to take it’s cause. Just like people with darker pigment, they are still able to be affected by the sun, but if their tongues were pink it would be much worse

Oh, by the way, a giraffe can walk with ease ten miles per hour.

Oh aren’t you so pleased you have read this today? Hahahahaha.

 

OK Bloggets, when there seems to be no hope, try to find some. Until  later, with lots of love.

 

 

 

THE BLOOMING BIG BULL BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good afternoon Bloggets. We have just got in from a lovely walk. As we entered the start of the walk, I said to Hub, oh, can you hear the donkey? Well, he did laugh telling me I have been living in the city too long. Why? Oh, heck, it was only a blooming humungous bull…

How could I think that was a donkey? Then we passed a long garden thankfully there was either a wall or hedge between us as a really vicious dog barked in such an angry way but at least it calmed the Wagging one down as she worked so well after that. The Little Fella worked so well we had to walk on the grass and there was a pot hole and he gently walked Hub around it Hub stopped to see what LF was walking near, only to discover what it was.

 

We passed a railway with some land that had again fenced off chickens and a pond with ducks. We stopped for a coffee and took in the country air.

 

Our dogs are shattered and it’s not even hot today, it’s perfect. I guess they walked in a strange area so it’s double their work. I wanted to walk much more but we dared not.

 

Oh, I must tell you about this… Last night I went into BW’s room to spray some lavender to help him to sleep. Well he always lays on the outside of the bed so I reached over and gave the spare pillow some welly. Spraysprayspray.

Nothing was said. Then BW said in a semi sleepy voice. “Mum. You have just sprayed Sham right in the face.””

Well how was I to know she had snuck in? it was quarter past eleven when BW came home. I shouted down from our bedroom if he remembered to hand her sister the gift for the baby from us. He replied yes, wouldn’t you think she would have at least acknowledged me by saying at least thank you for it?  But no words were said at all even when I was spraying her. Hahahaha. She only spoke when BW told me she was there. Then she asked what was it? I wish I could have thought of a good answer…. I just said I didn’t know she was there. Oh, well I bet she slept well…

 

It’s amazing how it relaxes you. And poor BW was up today again at half four. I feel so sorry for him getting up at that time. My men have always had to be up for work early, my ex sometimes at six and Hub anything from quarter to six in the morning to half seven. Even if he works from home he’s up just after 7.30 am.

And then there is our boy. 4.30 am.

 

As I sit here our dogs are snoring on the rug in front of the fire, not that we have a fire burning as it’s still warm. Though not half as hot as it has been, but it’s forecast to get hotter in fact unbearable by mid-week.

 

We were out for an hour and half of that was sitting on a picnic table and chairs drinking coffee, well Hub had a beer. So, they lay by our side. I just think it’s because they worked on strange land but moreover, all the animals they met today may give Waggatail some dreamy times. I joked with Hub and said she almost died when she saw the bull. It was as if she was saying. “Heckers Little Fella, that’s one big dog there.””

 

Just a word of warning to those of you who are in the UK. Because of the heat and lack of water, please don’t let your dogs swim in the rivers, streams or lakes. There is algae on top of the water that will kill dogs within hours. I think it’s called blue algae!

 

Okay, I’m off to unpack more boxes and then have dinner. I’m just doing a salad with new potatoes with herbs. Hub is having a chicken breast with his. Though, speaking as a vegetarian, after sitting near chickens today, how can he eat them?

 

I have made a rhubarb crumble too with some plums from my neighbour’s tree. Don’t worry, she gave me them, I didn’t just pop over the fence and help myself. Talking of doing that, I remember where I used to live. My Son had a trampoline and whenever we went out the girl from next door used to climb over our garden fence and play on his trampoline. What a dam cheek. But we did get our own back. And that is for another day. I wouldn’t have minded so much if they had asked, but they waited until they saw us leave. It was another neighbour who told us after we did suspect it as the girl let it kind of slip one day…

 

Well have a lovely weekend and chat soon.

 

 

 

 

TIME BY FIONA CUMMINGS

My beautiful friend I adore she is also a faithful Blogget, I regard her as my soul Mother was asking me today how I was getting on with my book. as a couple of you have asked, I can tell you it has been on hold whilst I have been sorting out life here. And that has been a lot of sorting out to do. I have had so much work on and have had to do most of it on my own so I have had no time for pleasure like writing. My work comes before my own personal writing jam today kind of thing. I hope my many jars of jam can come though soon if I bother to take time to be on my own in my own head and stop worrying about everything else. And today I could do that. As the breeze blew the sun in my direction, I sat outside and wrote just under 1200 words. So, my book now has just under 22,000 words I would guess I am half way through. I hope to be finished it by end of September. But let’s see.

 

I have a talk to give in a couple of weeks to business men. I have just learned about it not even had time to tell Hub about it yet. Thankfully it’s not next week when we are planning to take a break from work and have a week off.

 

I’m hoping to go may be to a garden next week and possibly the beach. It will be my first journey to the beach in six years. I so miss where I used to live for that, but next week I hope to be feeling that air again.

 

Last night we went to the pub quiz. Gosh, it was our worst week. But it was a lovely night. We laughed and my Husband got merry should I say… he had the small quaint pub laughing. I shall not tell you what he said… it was an under the table moment for me. Normally it’s our friend who gets me to the cringe moment, but last night he had a night off.

 

A lovely chat with our Son on our return. He needed advice and Hub is the one for that. I made the supper for him… he actually ate supper, he is on a very strict diet. It’s a joke, I have seen more fat on a potato chip.

 

So, a quick conversation about what a couple of Bloggets have asked me to write about and after reading a post yesterday it shook me into reacting to our Bloggets and try to write something. Now it’s a subject I know nothing about, so here goes…

 

(Time travel)

Time travel is the concept of movement between certain points between time and may be space? I’m questioning this as I know nothing but I love this subject. We think of time travel as using a device. Well the device I believe how we travel in time isn’t your typical machine one would imagine. But more on crazy my thoughts later.

 

Philosophy fascinates me though I don’t believe my brain has the ability to understand the actual reasoning behind the theory of any subject. I’m more like the kind of person who believes I know the answer but only the ending. I know the start and the ending but as for the bit in the middle? My brain that deals with that point has obviously rotted away or has it ever been there?

 

The idea of a time machine was popularised by H G Wells. 1895 novel oddly titled (THE TIME MACHINE)

“Not much thought gone into that title. Haha.””

It is written that travelling backwards into our past is not possible, by such a machine but going forward seems to be possible. But if we move forward, we have to come back, and if we can do that, then surely the thought of travelling backwards must be probable? That is where quantum mechanics and so-called wormholes come into conversations and that is where I start to go into my own time travelling machine as I’m lost in the general concept of such a brilliant conversation. I shall leave that for my Husband and Son. They think like that. As for me? Well here goes.

Some ancient myths interest me. So long ago thoughts of time travel long before our brains were subjected to screens and what we are programmed to think about. When we had to learn what was in front of us in real life or in our own thoughts.

 

Some myths depict a character skipping forward in time. Just stop right there. Stop still in time Bloggets. Think of what I have just written. Many many years ago there were people who thought out of the box. They didn’t have video games or TV shows who would do that work for them they had to use their own imagination and we didn’t know as much then as we do now, or did we? Like I said to someone today, via email. I have never met you, or, have i?

 

In Hindoo mythology the  Mahabharata,talks of the story of King Raivata Kakudmi who travels to heaven to meet with our maker, and is surprised to learn when he returns to earth, many years have passed.

 

A Japanese tale tells of someone going to a land under sea as this man is a fisherman. After three days, he returns to earth land, to find he has been away for three hundred years and his house is no longer there. His family are all dead. So, in both these cases, people have had to travel backwards so Wells theory of not being able to travel back in time is not what others believe in.

 

In English literature the first noted time traveller was a guardian angel.

And then there is the ghost of Christmas past. Again past. Well I believe in all of this. I totally believe I was a Spanish medical student. My love was a Doctor in again Spain. I have written before about when I was regressed so I shall not bore you with details. But my now Husband I totally believe that we were from that time but unable to be together and now this is our time. My Husband said for the 28 years we were apart between saying goodbye at school and hello again all those years later, was a huge miss in his life. but we did get back together from our youth and I believe our time to live our life again from another world. And we all know about Déjà vu!

 

Specific times of motion in space may allow time travel into the past and future if these geometries or motions were possible  

Many believe that travelling backwards is highly unlikely but from what I have read it’s because it wouldn’t suit us rather than whether it would be possible or not. For example, have you heard of causality? (The Grandfather Paradox) So if we went back in time, we could kill our Grandfather meaning we wouldn’t be born. Again, I have my own theory on that subject but it’s extremely controversial. And if I could go back in time gosh, I would have some fun.

 

I do believe in interacting worlds though. We are not alone. Extraterrestrial visitors are among us. Whether we can see them is a different subject. Same as time travelers, are they walking in our streets? How would we know? I for one have seen people with eyes of lost souls. Who have given me feelings that send a shiver down my spine. Who are these people? I didn’t stop and wait to find out.

 

I believe in a parallel universe. The beings of that land or those lands may be what we call ghosts or aliens.

 

I believe in my last life that I can remember, I was shortish about five feet four and I had long dark hair I was Spanish dark eyes too. Plump and very quiet and extremely serious. There are huge parts of my character similar now to then and I have long hair but I am more like a Swedish person long blonde hair blue eyes and fair skin. Really tall five nine and huge…. I wish I was plump. Hahaha. It was all going well until the last part.

 

Who will I be in my next life? I could see in my past life I believe if the regression was true and if it wasn’t true, I don’t know what to make of it.

 

So, my last life I committed suicide. This life I am blind now, my next one dear maker, please give me a chance?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

HE @PoetryByFionaCummings

HE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

When I am here

I think of him

He’s on my mind

I adore him

When I’m walking among leaves

He’s by my side

When I’m sad

he wipes tears I’ve cried

when I laugh

his smile I see

if only he

belonged to me

when I take a drink

I stop to think

He’s there again

When I put head to pillow

I know what is to follow

He’s holding me

And loving me within

I dream of him

Over and over again

I reach out my arms

But he’s not there

And I wonder

Is he with her?

I close my eyes

And escape my world

And there he is

Standing bold

Keeping me warm

 From the cold

His gentle hand

I hold

I taste his kiss

As he loves me

And as we drift

He comes back to me

But he doesn’t know all this

 I’m his mystery

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

THE RIDDLE OF THE OTHER ME BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good evening Bloggets. I hope you are well. A great day was had by me as I went out with my friend Geordie, my footballers wife… We had a wonderful afternoon. She is the absolute best. She is the person I would love to be. And I love spending time with her. Her life is so very different to mine but we are so alike in so many other ways. I just love to listen to the contrast of our life stories but we have the same routes we branch off the same tree and buds bloom from us but grow in a completely different shape and form. Her brain is completely different to mine an yet we think   the same about so many things though at the same time how I respond to situations is the other end of how she does. We spark from each other and spark is the word. As she makes me feel so alive in a totally different way to how I normally feel.

 

My Husband complements me but you know when someone loves you so you expect them to be nice? Well Geordie doesn’t have to be nice so when she is nice she means it and she tells the truth too, she’s eight months younger than me but sometimes she’s  the grown up in our relationship an yet I can encourage her to think in a way that has a positive outcome for example with her grown uppish, smile, family. So, she listens to me and takes advice and I do her. This is what I mean by sparking off each other. We can totally disagree with each other’s opinion but not be at all offended by one an others views. We never fall out an yet she can really verbally instruct me and I do with her. I can say she is the only friend I have ever had who is like this. Some friends have their opinions and feed me them and I them, but it’s options, it’s not telling me or me telling them what to do. It’s opinions. I respect people like Geordie as she takes those opinions further and means it. She says what’s on her mind and she isn’t at all two faced and you know how I feel about people who just don’t have the guts to say what is on their mind and talk about people behind their backs. Back stabbers and two-faced people are not in my life for a reason.

 

We sat in a lovely garden and ate lunch. The sun was warm and the birds sang. When I’m with her I am a completely different person. I’m not a wife Mother or writer. I become a person who I dream to be like every single day. My conversation isn’t restricted by either the lack of knowledge about a certain subject or the wisdom of life. as I feel as if I am in another world at a different time. I forget I am blind and there are no restrictions.

 

She’s the only person in the world who has ever made me feel like this. When I lived in Northumberland, my friends were all different and I loved it. Where I live now, people I know are all very much alike. But Geordie isn’t like them. And it’s funny as she is from my home town too, so whether or not we are good together because of that I don’t know.

 

Shamrocks sister sadly is still in the hospital. So, her baby is 6 days old now and it’s expected she will remain there another few days. Poor little thing. Also, I think Shams sister is not happy either. Who would want to be in hospital that long? Not me for sure.

 

So, people who think having a baby when you are young is best for the baby, well not in this case. As the girl/Mother is 23.

 

I have found a great man to do things around the house. Wow, he is very good and honest. He came to day and hung all of my pictures up and a curtain rail. He was a great price too and he is the first tradesman since I moved here that I have known to be good not expensive and just honest. So now my house is my home, all of my pictures are up and though I can’t see them in real life, I know in my mind they are there and though there isn’t one picture I have ever seen, in my head they make my house look nice and homely. And there were loads to do. I was embarrassed. I asked him was this the most he had ever hung, he replied no, not at all he has been in one house where each picture were paintings and worth at least £700 and that was each. And there were around fifty of them. Fifty? oh, my, I replied. How many rooms? He said it was like a castle. So, in my mind I began to count how many I was asking him to do for us.

And there are 16 and a clock. Every time he made the sound of the drill. My Hub kept speaking under his breath.

“Tell him you can’t see.””

Why? Nope. 

Well Hub was getting cross. Haha. Why was he? It was funny though because the guy was asking where I wanted the pictures and how far I wanted the curtain pole and so on. And I was pointing and even looking up without moving my head, you know, as sighted people do… well then, I had to stop being silly and admit I was blind when it came to what pictures I wanted where. Hahaha. See I have dancers and castles and they are in groups of three. So, three dance paintings and three castles of my home Northumberland. But, they are all in the same frames… not much help if you can’t see. So, I didn’t want my dancer being in between my castles. So, I wanted three dancers in a line and three castles in a line.

 

And after he found out I was blind he still continued to be nice and not charge us over and not do stupid things like our last lot of people did like hang our wall light upside down hang our wall paper upside down. They didn’t do it on purpose, they did it because they didn’t stop to think and then it was up so too late they thought she’s blind she will never know. Well the light I did know, but the paper someone told me about a year after it was put up… I was so cross. But this guy has passed the Boy Wonder test and apart from one picture that needed straightening, BW was happy with this mans work. I have been around them all and they are put up perfectly. I’m over the moon, but, he isn’t a local tradesman, he’s from Zimbabwe. He has lived here for 17 years, so isn’t a local…

 

I told Hub we can’t ever move now we have found some great tradesmen. It has taken a long time but now I have a list of goodies…

 

Tomorrow I’m out until lunch time then I have a meeting with a lady with regards something she wants me to write for her and then another lady will come to my house to sort something out with Hub! And then the pub quiz. We haven’t been for a while because the people who run it were on holiday. How dare they interfere with our social life? Smile…

 

OK, I must go now as it’s late, I hope to be back soon with a subject I have been asked to write about. So, until then I shall leave you with these words.

Q. how do you make the number one, disappear?

A. add a letter G, and then it’s gone

Get it? ONE. GONE

 

There are three apples on a table. You take away two of them, so, question is, how many apples do you have now?

Answer?

2 of course…

 

How many cats can you put in an empty box?

Answer.

One. After one, the box isn’t empty.

 

What has one head, one foot and four legs?

 Answer, a bed.

 And finally, what do we break before we use it?

 An egg.