I have eventually booked tickets to take Hub to the theatre.
It was a challenge but managed and I hope it will be a great night. I shall
tell you more when the time is near. But I personally have never been to
anything like this before and I love the theatre. And, we have front row tickets…
That’s just so we can see. Hahaha. I wish, well at least we will be able to
hear everything. It’s not something that
needs audio either. Oh, I can’t wait. I love the theatre.
Our Son is out tonight with his pal who left work, but I’m
really hopeful he has found another job already. It’s so hard to find work now
days there are too many people looking and because so many people go to
university now, the employers are requesting degrees for jobs you never needed
degrees for before.
Six months my boy has been at his job. He is doing so well. He’s amazing me every day.
We were watching a program about growing tomatoes in England
last night. Oh, it’s so cruel. Firstly, they grow them in huge green houses as
obviously we don’t get enough sun. Artificial pink lighting is used to make the
plants think it’s sunny then they are frozen as in the temperature goes so cold
at nights almost to put them in shock. Then they are starved of water. If you
don’t give them lots of water, they produce natural sugar as apparently, we
like sweet tomatoes. What I don’t understand is, when I was a child, my Mum and
Dad, used to take me to local green houses where a man almost in a shed used to
sell his produce of tomatoes and cucumbers and they were so sweet and he didn’t
have any fancy lighting and I’m sure he didn’t freeze them or not give them
enough water. And they were perfectly sweet and delicious. So, perhaps that was
when they were in season? So, if we are wanting them out of season, may be this
is what we have to do? Well in that case, I would buy from countries where they
have all year-round sun. I believe in buying British, but if it’s not in
season, I shall think twice now!
Just what if, what if plants do have feelings?
What if they hurt? Feel pain? I mean we don’t really know,
do we?
Today my friend Marks sister Deb is having a get together
with his friends those who really loved him who can get there. My friend who
sadly died last weekend. I hope they will all look after Deb as she is a lovely
lady and has the best interests for Mark’s memory. His friends are so loyal and
mixed emotions will be flowing now. This weekend, the places where my friend
used to run, are having a minute’s silence. Why is it we wait until people have
died to say how much we cared, loved, respected them? When I can I do tell
people how I feel, I have learned the hard way. I just wish to God that Mark
knew before just what people thought of him? Then our friend would still be
here. Though, having said that, you have to believe you are loved, don’t you? No
matter how many people tell you, you, have to believe it. Otherwise they are
just words. But people don’t say or share their feelings easily, so if someone tells
you they love you, they need you, they care for you, please try to believe
them? Know what an impact you will have on their pain if you leave them? So,
care about yourself? Not bother with others? You are struggling dealing with
your own feelings and emotions? Well, one day, if you hang in there a little
longer, you will be telling people who want to leave this world earlier what I am
telling you. You never know what is around your corner of life. Our maker has a
plan for us all. Please trust that. It can’t rain forever. The sun has to come
out. And it will, tell me how it has for you please and pass positive feelings
onto our Bloggets who need this.
What do Fridays mean to you? Well Hub and I have mixed
feelings. Boarding school kind of messed with our days. If I was going home on
Friday, then great, exciting but not sure how to come down from Friday Freedom
Day to Sunday return to hell day. And sometimes Fridays meant that those you
cared for your friends at school, almost your family, were all going home on
Friday, but you had to stay behind. There were few of us at school at the
weekends. Sometimes only two girls. There always seemed to be more boys. So, it
was so sad to say goodbye to our friends as we would miss them. We were envious
of them going home. We also knew those who had to stay behind were in for a
horrid tough weekend for many reasons. But now it means end of working week. Two
days of being with my Husband and hopefully a little more time with my Son.
Times now when most people work six days per week, it’s
difficult to define Fridays. I have a Blogget who goes to the hair dressers
every Friday and gets her nails done every other Friday and once a month treats
herself to a massage. Gosh, what a gal. hahaha. How lucky is she? But she is a Solicitor
so she has a stressful week I’m sure. I have men friends who play golf on a
Friday afternoon then a drink in the pub. And other friends who have time with
their own family away from work. But then there are people who Fridays are like
any other day. So, there are no days that mean anything. Then why not give
yourself a treat on that day? Even if it is ordering yourself a take out to be
delivered? Just something to look forward to, once a week. One Blogget, Sarah,
wrote to me she looks forward to Fridays as she sits with a glass of wine and
reads my weeks blogs. Hahah, poor soul, not sure this week would be fun reads?
Whatever Friday means to you, let me know by email or
message in some other way, may be on my other web address and I won’t say your
name if you don’t want me to but by next week we will share peoples funny and
loving ideas what you all do at the end of the week.
If someone tells you they need to hear before Friday, that
means Thursday at the latest. If they say by Friday, they mean by end of
working day Friday.
Well I don’t mind when you write to me, you can email me
TGIF
Thank God it’s Friday.
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