Good afternoon Bloggets. It’s 4 ish in the afternoon. This
is the first time I have been able to sit and write today. I met with my friend
Pip and we had a lovely walk around a large lovely lake. Waggatail worked so
well getting there and back. The weather was stunning today. Really warm but
just enough cool in the air to be really fresh.
The smells of the foliage were really lovely. There’s
something about the smells of nature that I love and makes me feel good. Well
and a strong desire to write about how much I appreciate life.
The geese flew freely and landed on the lake which in my
mind is silver with the sun shining on it. The ducks were out bopping along I
heard one duck chatting to another duck. They were having a real conversation
with each other. Only one duck didn’t sound too well. Luckily my friend
explained that one duck, well, wasn’t a duck… but a human in the form of a
little boy. About the age of ten. Haha. Bless him, he continued chatting in his
way to this one duck. And the cute thing was, this one duck stayed near the
child quacking back at the boy. It was as if they were talking communicating,
and you know, perhaps they were. May be that little boy was a future nature
lover or conservationist or vet!
In England we are blessed to have the best most homely
series on TV called The Durrell’s. Have you heard of Jerry Durrelle? He wrote the autobiographical Corfu Trilogy,
that has now been adapt by ITV. Jerald was home schooled when he arrived in
Greece. He first lived in India with his two brothers, sister and parents. His
father died and his Mother moved the family to Corfu. Jerry showed a huge
interest in animals and started to collect them to his Mothers horror. She had
little money and couldn’t hardly afford to feed her children let alone animals.
He wasn’t at all interested in education other than anything to do with
wildlife. The boy found a friend and mentor in a young Greek Doctor, Scientist,
poet and philosopher
The series is so simple and really does transport the
viewers to a world where life was so much kinder than it can be now days. But
then world war II began and Jerry’s Mother brought most of her kids back to
England. In real life Jerry worked in an aquarium ending up full time with all
kinds of animals also becoming an author, hence his life story to which I
personally love on a Sunday night. It’s the calm before the storm of the week
ahead. It’s funny quirky and just far from modern matters!
Well who knows, may be the duck boy will be the modern-day
Jerry he just wasn’t at all bothered even when my friend suggested that the
duck was answering back at him, he continued talking to the duck… but it was
really funny, it was as if the duck knew exactly what the boy was saying…
There were some gardens that came from houses and met the
park. I said it would be so lovely to live there. Peaceful. Though at night
time, it could be a bit spooky.
There were a few dog walkers and lots of Mums with their
children in pushchairs. One little boy was singing along being pushed by his Mum.
What a world he was in. I knew he was a boy but confirmed it with my friend. I
could just tell by his voice and just how happy he was. Most times, boys are so
much happier than girls of that age. He was so happy to sit in his chair and
sing.
Waggatail worked so well even around the lake, I wasn’t sure
she would. Of course, we got lost. I wasn’t aware that there were so many cut
offs but I had to find the cut off that would bring us out on the right road,
otherwise Waggs wouldn’t remember which way she should go if I walk there one
day just me and her. And, coming out on one of the other paths, would take us
away from our house. Now I’m sure that we would find our way to our house, but
why make it more difficult by going down a road and having to find a place than
knowing exactly where you were going. Well, almost knowing.
After about an hour and a quarter, we found the right path.
And walked home.
I couldn’t believe the trees that are hanging so low. Some
had berries, some leaves and some old blooms that were really ready to fall.
How did I know? Because I felt them s they wacked me in the face… Waggatail
should have walked me around then or stopped, but she hasn’t yet, so why start
now? smile.
The Little Fella would avoid overhanging trees. But my Wagging
one? Naah!
We got home and I suggested that we went to the local
restaurant for lunch. It took my friend point two of a second to decide that
was possibly the best idea I had had that whole hour… so, put my Waggs in her
dog run as she was such a good girl on harness and didn’t do her doggy doodles.
Turned around on my heal and back out.
Wagga once again worked really well. She stopped and I
didn’t know why? I put my hand out but there was nothing there. I asked my
friend she said they are fixing the lights in the street, so there are posts
keeping the public off the path. So, we had to go off kerb and after walking
along the road for a short time, back on the path back on the track.
When I say road, only the road along the side of our avenue
of all sorts. Not that nasty horrid road to hell. We walked along side of that
to get to where we wanted to be… that path was the busiest I have ever seen it.
And I think we passed three people. Normally you never see anyone along there.
But the weather was lovely, so everyone and their Granny was out today.
We had a most enjoyable meal my friendly waiter wasn’t there
just has he hasn’t been there for the past four times we have been there. So,
where is he? He’s worked there six days per week. All day and night. When I
went to pay I asked the lovely Maggie. She replied. “Oh.
He’s not at work.”” I thought I know that love, that is what
I just said… she continued. “He is just at home right now for a while…””
Very mysterious. He’s been there for the past six years. He
speaks very little English and I doubt would get a job at another place, unless
of course it’s another Chinese restaurant. He’s a sweet guy, I really hope he’s
OK. As Maggie was very odd when asked. It was rather funny. My friend asked
what the large painting said on the wall. haha. Well, Maggie is Chinese. The
painting is large Chinese characters. Again, she was rather confused, not
knowing what to say… She said she will have to find out and let us know. Gosh.
She’s a clever lady. She does the books for the restaurant. An yet she can’t
read Chinese?
It was a pleasant afternoon. We chatted, laughed and Waggs
was wonderful. Because my friend walked just behind me, I wonder if somehow,
she thought she was being checked by Guide Dog staff? My friend said she kept
looking behind her towards my friend. Because her work was spot on. Meaning
really good. And our dogs always know when they are being tested. My last dog
was exceptional when she was being observed.
It was lovely to see my friend and I hope she enjoyed her
day as much as I did. My face actually feels sunburned. It’s so nice out there.
Now I have to think, what on earth will id do for dinner
tonight? Gosh, I really can’t be bothered to cook. I wish I could have a night
off working. But hey ho, I need to get motivated as Hub has worked so very hard
all day from seven this morning and not sure what time he will be home. I guess
half six.
My Son text me. Today he’s going along the country roads in
a buggy. Oh, please God let him be safe and please let him drive, as last year
Shamrock drove and ended up in a ditch. They had to get people to pull them
out… Yesterday they went to a market. They have been swimming in the sea and
pool daily and they are going to a private island for a night. I learned
yesterday they were sleeping under a roof and not the stars as first thought,
smile… and then they are going to a cigar factory. Not sure why as they went to
one of those places last year. I kind of wish they weren’t going. Sham likes
smoking them I hope my Son won’t. Sham wanted to bring Hub one home but BW said
no way, he won’t touch them and thankfully he won’t. he wouldn’t do that to his
voice… what ever that is. Not sure one would change his voice, but Hub used to
be a voice coach and he said he knows what they do to your voice. I just worry
it would tempt BW to start to smoke. Gosh I would be so disgusted if he did
that. I don’t think he would as he is very keen to be as fit as possible.
His food doesn’t sound very good bless him. He’s eating rice
and vegetables for every meal but breakfast and for that as I said yesterday, cereal
and jam…. he can’t or won’t have milk. Gosh that must be so dry. So, he still
is a vegan. I did wonder if this holiday would send him back to being a
vegetarian. Strong minded. I’m so proud of him. There’s not a chance I could be
a vegan. Vegetarian with no problem. Not vegan.
In our news, our court back ed a baker who refused to bake a
what they are calling a gay marriage cake. The bakers are Christians and don’t
believe in same sex marriage
In Majorca, a dreadful flood has killed ten people two Brits
who were on holiday.
Hurricane Michael to hit Florida. Wow our weather around the
globe is crazy never have I known it be so bad all over the world at the same
time. Within this year we have seen so many countries, some like the UK with
our horrendous winter then our record-breaking summer, but to have floods hurricanes
and more where by people have died, it’s just awful almost spooky.
Well I thought I have heard of everything, but in the UK
Leeds, homes are being invaded by wait for it?
STD, carrying ladybirds. Oh. Right. My first thoughts were
how does anyone know they have STD’s? and then I realised I didn’t really want
to hear the answer. And then how will it affect humans? And again, I didn’t
want to know the answer.
Good news in health. Under 25’s, are turning alcohol down.
Hmm. Great, but what are they choosing instead? Drugs? Certainly not fruit and
the gym I bet.
And on that note, my Husband is home from work. It took him
1 hour and 46 minutes to get to work today. Should have taken him no more than
one hour. But he got back in good time. So, he’s just told me that his guide
dog threw up a carrot in the office today. Haha. Oops… well I gave him his fave
veg last night. Didn’t expect he would recycle it. Today. Best dash and
pretending I have been cooking all day. What the heckers can I make in a hurry?
He’s caught me out. He’s earlier than I thought. Just after five. Mind you, he
left at seven this morning, so still a long day. I will run him a bath, tell
him to relax and Wizz something up in the kitchen. Until later, take care of
yourself and never feel alone.
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