And that would have
to be on the ground…
Well in my head I’m
going through what I would do if a mugger came along. And then the most awful
thing happened.
Well everything that I
had planned in this situation, kind of froze. In fact, my jaw fell to the
floor, rather than the person who came up to me. So, I didn’t do my drop kick. The
other thing, when I imagined this to happen, I thought they would come from
behind or towards me. Even if they had one to my right. Mind you, they wouldn’t
want to do that as there are awful prickly shrubs to my right on that route.
Within a flash, I heard
loads of cars come towards me. I thought they have a cheek in this open ish,
space? Well you may be guessing what the idiot of a person said?
Firstly, it was a
man. He came side by side next to my guide dog. At the same time as my jaw
dropped, I held tight to her lead and harness. Words stood still but when he
said what he said.
“Give me your mobile,
money, cards and anything else you have!””
I at great speed
thought he is too calm to be real, isn’t he? I then thought he was calm not to
cause a scene as we were walking along a main road, but where we were no one
seems to walk that way, not much anyway, it’s mainly for cars.
Did I recognise the
voice? Was he too friendly to be a mugger? Hang on to my phone, yes, I know,
bad me, it was in my hand. Stupid thing to do. You should always have your
mobile but not in your hand. OK, this is where I annoy my Husband. So, I don’t
dress in a correct manner. I can’t really do casual. Inside I can, but not when
I go out. My jeans are skinny jeans. And they look like they have been painted
on. So, I don’t like to put things in my pockets. As they won’t look right. My blazer
has pockets. But they are stitched up still from new. Why? I always believed
once you unpick pockets, they never (LOOK) good. Smart.
Yep, I need to get
over vanity. I’m no longer that pretty young girl and I’m even old enough to be
a Granma…. OK, my Son would have to have had a child when he, was a child….
Stop it….
He would
OK, I realised it was
someone I knew, as he said my name at that point.
Well, as my jaw
dropped in a flash, words fell from my mouth after the frozen face recovered. But
I felt the blood rush from my face. Oh gosh it was really horrid. Then a female
voice said, as I used words I don’t normally use. It would have served him
right Fiona if you had used pepper spray on him.
Well, if he had of
done that from behind, he would have got one of my famous back kicks. Or would I
have frozen too much to do it in time? May be but like my words only for a few
seconds. Like two. Then he would have been on the ground, and I may have been
in our Police station chatting right now.
If it was who I think
it was, he is a clown, but there is a time when you just don’t joke. And that
today wasn’t funny.
When I got back, I told
Hub who is working from home today. Oh, my goodness. He was furious. Really angry.
Personally, I was OK by that point and realised he was joking he isn’t totally
connected, though he is a manager by the way, haha, but sadly he is one of
those people who jokes their way through their sad life. I kind of feel sorry
for him. But same time, I like him and his family, if, it is who I think it
was. I said I would get him back. He said you won’t Fiona, I will though. I will.
When and how? He will just have to wait. Hub said to do that to a blind person
is totally sick. Hahaha. I guess it is, but he, is.
Oh, and by the way,
the weather was hot. Didn’t rain either. But is windy which is odd.
A couple of things
caught my attention today. Firstly, a friend was talking about something I touched
on a few weeks ago. Clocks. Time. Kids. Children in the UK now no longer know
the time unless they are looking at a digital clock. This is so sad. I bought
my Son a clock made from wood. It was a jigsaw. A round clock the numbers were
round too with painted numbers on them which obviously made no sense to me. But
by the age of four/five, my Son could read numbers and used to put them in the
right place. The handles on the clock moved I could feel them and I used to set
times for him to guess. He learned with in a couple of days but now he is 22, I
want to ask him when he gets in from work, if he can still tell the time or has,
he forgot everything I taught him?
He wears a fancy
watch with hands, but told me he hasn’t wound it up yet as he doesn’t need to,
he has his phone, he loves his watch but it’s a fashion accessary. We think
when we teach our kids things, they will automatically remember everything, but
I guess they may, forget? I shall let you know in my next blog if I remember,
if he has remembered. I know one thing for sure, I will be teaching our Grand
children the time because it’s not only about telling the time, is it, it is a
great way to exercise the brain. I believe by knowing the clock, helps in so
many different areas of life’s skills.
I was talking with
someone today who said staff had been sent home because all their computers had
gone down and because of tech, as did their phones as they use kind of a Skype system.
I said, we are not moving forward in many ways. Going back ten years even,
still a lot of paper was used and we had hand held phones. Thirty years, no one
would have been sent home as everyone would have had paper back up. So, tech
isn’t always for the best. Though I think the staff that were sent home, were
quite pleased with broken tech.
Now another subject
that I was reading about earlier from our newspaper. Murderers are going to get
less time in jail if they tell where the victims’ bodies are.
E so, what do you
think of that? Personally, I think that they should have to tell where the
bodies are, or their time in jail will be quite painful. If you go out to murder
someone, and it has been proven it was you, then may be life in jail and for
those who won’t tell where the bodies are, they can be the ones that are
experimented on for research to save our beautiful animals from being hurt.
Just saying.
In our news bowel
cancer is on the rise in the UK for adults under the age of fifty. Well
hopefully because a plant diet is becoming popular in the UK, it will start to
decline soon.
Now this comes with a
warning, gosh, humans? Give me beautiful animals any day. In America of all
places, a 19-year-old lady was heavily pregnant she saw an advert in the
newspaper for free baby clothes. So, she went to collect them. As she arrived, she
was strangled and her baby was cut out of her womb. The three people a Mother
and her boyfriend in their forties, and the mothers 24-year-old daughter have
been charged. The baby is still alive but ill. The husband of the poor victim
is praying his baby will survive. Just horrific, isn’t it?
My neighbour sent a
photograph to my mobile yesterday she told me what the picture was of. A bee
nest in her back garden apparently, it’s huge. I know we are meant to encourage
them, but I wouldn’t like them in case we got stung, I know they don’t like to
sting as that means they will die, but still I would rather they were in people’s
gardens who could see what was buzzing around them.
That is the same
neighbour who had baby ducks born in her shrubbery last year. My other
neighbour had a huge rat sitting on her compost pile. Hahaha,
Oh, we really do live in the city.
And on that note, tomorrow is the Eurovision song contest. Let’s
see if the UK comes last or second last. It’s too political that show now. not
sure if I am going to watch it this year, but it will be the first time I have
missed it in forever years. I have watched it since I was four.
Oh, last night I listened to Russia’s top 100. Well I got to
number 53 and started to fall asleep. Not because of the music as it was great,
but it was after half two. I loved how clear the words were. They have the
production perfect, but the men sounded like drunks, still though, I could
understand every word. The women singers sounded like they charged on street
corners and wore red. Hahaha. But still it was so catchy. You may ask why I was
listening to Russia’s chart music? Well once in a blue moon, I will listen to
music from different parts of the world. But how Russian music has changed to
when I used to go.
And finally, I need a Sister. I have just asked today my Son
to pick some clothes on line to make me look younger. Oh. Heck. Why did I bother?
I just got huge lectures on how I need to start to go to the gym. I need to
care for my health. Well, what are full figured ladies meant to do, wear
nothing? Now, that would be a sight for sore eyes… I guess it’s back to the
drawing board of ordering some clothes and wondering what they look like only
learning when they arrive. And even then, not knowing really what on earth I look
like? I mean, I thought my lovely wonder boy would sit with me and say Mum,
that looks nice and describe it to me. Oh, no, he just told me to lose weight….
Well have a good weekend, maybe I will be going to the gym?
There again, may be not. I shall remain
being a total disappointment to my Son. I shall talk soon. Chloe, have a great
weekend at the festival. And Marie, enjoy Paris. Xxxx
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