Good day Bloggets. I hope I find you all well? Thank you for
your emails I have tried to answer some of you today and will do the rest
tomorrow. There are some really interesting letters this week. Clair B from
Canada, I have emailed you but if you can send me your phone number via email,
I will call you tonight. Or, as soon as you read this. Just in case you read
the blogs before your email.
Now then, a very happy birthday to Jean and Pat. I hope you
ladies have a great day.
If it’s your birthday today, best wishes from me and I’m
sure all our Bloggets, especially to you.
Now then, last night, my friend asked me if I fancied going
to the theatre. Quite a drive from here, but she drives all over the place and
has no objection to doing so. Bless her heart, she is so sweet. She is the kind
of friend who I just feel so very comfortable with and she is the best guide
ever. So natural and caring. Never makes it awkward just normal, I guess only
those who are blind or who have little sight will know what I mean. It’s just
as it should be, two friends out and about, no “Oh, I’m rubbish at this, oh, I
don’t know how to do this…””
Do what? Chill…. Step up or down hand on back of chairs. End
of. Or if there is a tight gap, let me know then I know to go sideways or breathe
in until I’m blue. Hahaha. As one of my friends says, if there is a tight gap,
she squeezes all her fat to her back!!
So, what did we go and see? Calendar girls. As we picked up
two other people along our journey, who I must say provided so much entertainment,
oh, my, they were simply hilarious sitting in the back of the car. Tears were
coming down my face and my friend who was driving was laughing too, and her
laugh is just infectious which made me laugh even more. I’m not sure I was
laughing in appropriate places as I think some of the time they were not meant
to be funny, oh, but they were bless them and so sweet too.
Parked the car and off we went through a rather rough area.
But we lived to see another day. As we approached the theatre, one of my
childhood idles was standing there. Sadly, having a smoke. But my friend asked
her if we could have a photograph. She took the picture and the two other
ladies stood at one side of the actress and I the other. Isn’t it funny how on
TV you imagine someone to look or appear in a certain way but in real life
turns out to be so different?
Oh, she was so nice it made my night. Who was she? Well she
appeared in a UK comedy show on TV in the 1980s, called Hi De Hi, where she
played an amazing character called Gladys Pugh. Oh, bring back that show
please? In fact, bring back or renew anything she has done or will do. She is
the best. But one other person who I was surprised in her acting skills though
from her father I shouldn’t have been surprised, was Fern Britain. I only know
Fern from presenting programs in the UK like This Morning which is a bit like
the Today show in America. So, to see her act in such a brilliant way, was
fantastic. In fact, all of the actresses and actors were first class.
Well you would laugh, anyone who knows the story behind Calendar
girls, a group of ladies from the WI, women’s institute, who traditionally
start their meetings with the song Jerusalem and who do good deeds for others,
a little like the grown-up girl guides. One member in the production acts out
her Husband who dies of cancer. It’s all about her being at the hospital
waiting for him to receive his treatment and how bad the waiting room is for
visitors. Well because this wife is a member of the W I, she decides to ask the
other members if they will do a calendar to raise money to buy a sofa for the
waiting room at the hospital… only this calendar is different. Each month
depicts a nude picture of a member of the W I with in this shows case, cakes
hiding their private parts… I guess if you have never seen the film, it sounds
a little crazy. But it’s truly funny though obviously has some parts that are
rather sad.
Well the entertainment continued after the ordeal of coming
down the dreadful stairs in the theatre. Oh my, I was terrified. I hate coming
down stairs, especially when 1, there is no handrail, for most of the journey.
2 the steps turn different ways and some are half steps you step onto and 3
when you are high up, I can’t see but I felt the vast open space in front of
me. I was petrified but my friend bless her helped as best as she could and if
I had fallen, well apart from I would have probably killed myself, I would have
taken a few people out with me on my way. My poor friend included. Oh, the
responsibility. Hahaha. In the lift coming down the three other floors after we
climbed down about forty dangerous steps was so funny. Well going up there was
a lady with dreadful respiratory problems, the sound was scary. And coming out
of the theatre, again in the lift, one man among loads of ladies spoke of his
toilet habits with someone else pushing every button though no one wanted those
floors, we were given a view of each floor as the lift doors opened. The staff
were lovely and it was a great night. And the car journey home didn’t stop the
entertainment as it continued with the comments from the ladies in the back
seat.
I love the theatre and as I told Hub all about it on my
return, he actually was creased with laughter too. Seriously, I guess you had to be there,
but I was and I’m glad I was.
Hub is off for a couple of days on business. I miss him
already but tonight he is going out for a meal with his colleagues and I am
sure he will have a lovely time. The Little Fella will follow the guys leading
Hub and I am sure he will do a great job. He is a great guide dog at following,
where as my Waggatail, if she leads she’s great, but if LF goes ahead and her
and I follow, well, forget it. It’s as if when she is leading, she thinks she’s
driving us all. Me, Hub and the Little Fella. But when she is behind, she’s
like. “Over to you LF. I shall just stand here sniffing come on LF, why are we
not moving?”” Hub and I have tried many times where we follow especially if the
odd occasion I have to take her to the town.. Oh, my never again. It wasn’t
good. She could have got a job as one of
those living statues…
All we have done today is post a letter. How exciting? But tomorrow
I hope to meet with a friend and go to a garden centre. If she’s a good girl we
may pop by the pet shop and get her a special treat. Waggs that is, not my
friend…. She’s never a good girl. May be even a new toy. Hub will not be
impressed as they have a cupboard near where their beds are and it’s so full of
toys, the door hardly stays closed. Today she’s playing with her road kill squirrel.
It’s so soft and has a squeak at each end. BW rose from his pit, well his bed
earlier and said Mum, I feel sad looking at that. Bless him. Apparently, it
looks real. At least it doesn’t have the tire marks on it like some of the road
kill have. That’s really going too far. She
has her teddy bear too and her octopus, so they can all go in the wash
tomorrow. Two days of dog slobber will be enough…
BW is meeting with his old friend today thank goodness. It’s
been too long since he got together with him, in fact any of his pals. This pal is going to be a doctor. He’s still
at University on his last year. He’s such a lovely lad.
Well I had the oddest dream last night. I caught a burglar. I
was letting the dogs out in the garden and saw a ladder but no one was there. I
first thought it was the window cleaner. Realising it wasn’t, I went in the
house, locking the dogs in the conservatory so no one could get to them,
whoever was in the house. Now why I didn’t call 999, is beyond me. And
remember, in my dreams I can see as I did when I had sight. Anyway, I caught
him. I grabbed him and did a move that tires me out thinking about now, let
alone actually performing such a karate move… when I got this giant of a man to
the floor, I picked him up, put him under my arm and held on whilst wondering
what to do next. Bahahaha. Firstly, this guy was head and shoulders above me and
I’m tall. Secondly, he was as light as a feather. He was flopping around under
my arm like a rag doll. And thirdly, he had no trousers on… em. Yeah, he was,
flopping around…
I mean, what to make of that? Seriously whoever wants to Annalise my dreams
is very welcome.
Oh, and he had a really thick knitted jumper on….
An on that note, I shall leave you with some words of wisdom…
Be wise today so you don’t cry tomorrow.
Unless you have two funny ladies in the back of your car…
Then the tears will just keep coming, only tears of joy. The best kind.
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