Good day Bloggets. You tell me you like to hear of my
surroundings as I type to you. Well in my dreams I am sitting in the south of
France near lavender fields or a beautiful coastal fisherman’s cottage veranda
looking over the beach in La d’Agde, or a garden full of wild flowers and lemon
trees in Italy. But in fact, I’m in my sitting room it’s sunny outside so we
have a hint of that coming through my window and the sounds I hear are my
washing machine from my kitchen, my dog trying like crazy to get her treat out
from her toy that I put in four plus hours ago. Wouldn’t you think she would
have given up by now? she must be exhausted. I think I am going to have to help
her out with a rubber disposable glove poking my finger in the disgusting
rubber toy. My last guide dog used to lay on her back and with her two front paws
role the toy until the sweet came out. My first pet dog as an adult, me not the
dog, used to take her toy upstairs and throw it down the stairs. Hubs guide dog
the Little Fella, throws his head back as if he is possessed and throw the toy
almost smashing whatever is in the way. My Waggatail? Well, what a scene she makes
of it… but she won’t give up. Hahaha.
They say they match
the guide dogs with the owners…
I haven’t long been in from a meeting that was really
successful today I enjoyed it. And my Son not long been in from work, was cooking
his lunch. Late lunch. So, he insisted he would cook for me too. Well I had
some food when I was out, so I said just a tiny amount. Gosh, it was delicious.
He put cashew nuts and peanuts remember from an earlier blog, neither are nuts….
Along with a chilli bean mix and vegetable rice with freshly fried mushrooms. Oh,
I did enjoy it. But now so full though I only had a small amount.
I have put some chicken breasts in the oven for Hub. I have
some olive bread to make a sandwich for him, we have loads of greenhouse
tomatoes and a pork pie I got delivered last night in my grocery shopping. So, I
will cut him some cheese and that will be his dinner. I have never prepared
anything like that for him before. Well not for his main meal. LOL. I feel like
a working wife. Grab and snack. Well at least I have had to cook the chicken. (Poor
thing.)
Out later to the pub quiz. Tomorrow I’m out with my friends
B and Ann. We are going to a food festival. It’s a long drive but will be
lovely. Hub is working from home.
In our news. Our river Thames there is a poor Beluga whale
lost and he’s been there for days. I don’t understand why on earth we can’t
somehow get him back to where he needs to be? So, we are watching him and it’s
so frustrating as the news reporters here are making it out like some kind of
tourist attraction. It’s not guys, this is so sad. Sometimes I can’t stand our
opinions and views thoughts whatever, over creatures. This poor whale is in
distress. So, he’s eating, but he has come far too far out of his natural existence.
He isn’t with his family. He could die. And we go take pictures and love seeing
the beautiful creature… I don’t want to hear about it being in the river. I want
to know why we can’t get it out of there rather than watching it. It’s cruel.
In Dublin, a passenger was arrested after chasing his aeroplane.
He was late for his flight and he first knocked on the glass to try to get the
attention of his captain that didn’t work, thankfully the captain was not
watching through the window and concentrating on where he was going… the passenger
wasn’t happy, got onto the tarmac and thankfully after running after his plane,
was arrested. Oddly, the craft didn’t stop. Hahaha.
Apples new phone cost over £1200 but to get the parts is
just over £300
It’s written today that a new study says cats are rubbish at
catching rats…
And on that note, I shall go until later. Remember email me
to let me know what you would like me to write about next.
visionsforfuture@googlemail.com
With love. Tomorrow I shall let you know about the festival I
visited and more. May touch on a subject that one of our Bloggets has asked me
to write about. So, Dan, over to you.
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