A lovely story at the end, but first I must tell you, I’m
absolutely gutted. Spent ages this afternoon on the phone to
Ticket Master to try to book tickets to see Michael Bublé
To be told both shows
are sold out. Oh, sad. I love him. As does our Son I so wanted it to be a
lovely surprise for him but sadly not to be.
Had a coffee morning with a couple of friends this morning
and got soaked walking back. My Waggatail worked so well as if to say, Mum, let’s
get home fast please I’m getting so wet. She is so low to the ground bless her
all the water from the ground splashes up to her stomach.
As I passed a tree got slapped in the face by a bunch of wet
branches. Nice… dried out now though. Though our heating is still broken will
be until at least Monday. I pray this
Plumber will be able to fix our heating. Hub gets it going for just over half
an hour then it stops again. We only have hot water whilst the heating is on
too. Driving me crazy. How we rely on our boilers.
I’m still buzzing after the Kingdom Choir the other night. A
lovely lady I was chatting with on FaceBook went to see them last night and
like me, loved them. They really are spiritually life changing. I can’t even
put into words just how much we loved them. They make you believe. They make
you want to be in their world then you realise you are, in their world, just
not all people are like them, well the way they were that night. The lady who
does the introducing is so amazing. Like a real angel and has such power it’s
really incredible.
Off to see our Besties tomorrow. Hub and I going on the
train. Dreading that. As I don’t like our stations now. especially coming home.
Saturday night, full of drunks. But during the day we will be with our dear
friends. I can’t wait but already dreading saying bye bye.
We aren’t doing our walk this Sunday again as my girl Friday
is on holiday having a great time, I hope. Next week she’s away too so by the
time she gets back, I will be almost back to square one as my girl marches me
through my process. Haha. Bless her. I miss her jolly soul.
A lot of you have been asking about our furry friend or
friends, in the loft. Well the other night there was a heck of a sound. All night
it was quiet. Now previous to the sound, my nerves were shot. It sounded like
it was coming through the ceiling. Then this horrific sound that Hub and I couldn’t
identify. Well I was sure it was the trap. We put a humane trap up there. We have
never heard that go off before, so because the little creature went quiet after
the big bang boom, obviously that was what it was? Well Hub had to leave just
after seven yesterday morning, our Son similar time. So, this poor thing would
be trapped there until Hub could come home at six that night. Our Son was in
first, so I asked him to take a look to see if the poor thing was still alive? Typical
of us, get a humane trap then let it die inside. Well it was so funny. He was
unsure. He was feeling so sad for the mouse/rat, he was torn. “What time will
Dad be in Mum?”” six. So, then he went upstairs and started to knock on the
loft hatch. Hahaha. Me, what’s that going to do love? He replied, well if it’s
alive it will move, no I replied, it will freeze in fright as my son has a
knock like a Policeman. Well he said, don’t think it’s up their Mum. I said it
is, I heard it. No Mum best let Dad take a look….
Hub came in went up the steps to the loft and the piggin
door was still open. So, nothing caught, so, where is it what happened to it
and what on earth was that big crash and bang during the night? Did something
fall on it in the loft? There is a mirror up there from the people who used to
live here. May be that fell on it? Oh, bless it, well if it stays away bless
it, if it has just found another hotel to visit and it will come back here
tonight then I won’t be blooming blessing it.
In our news the Fashion chain Select has gone bust. So,
thousands of jobs gone sadly for those people. There are 169 stores across the
UK. Our high streets are really
suffering, all the shops that have been around forever are going.
Our toy chain Hamleys, has been bought by India’s richest
man.
Imagine owning a huge toy shop? When the people all go home
and the doors are locked…. I have written before about when I was a small
child, they closed our enormous toy department in a shop called Fenwick’s in
Newcastle and a footballer from Newcastle dressed as Santa, it was Christmas,
he didn’t do it as a weekend thing. Haha, well just in case there are any
children reading this, Santa gets so busy he needs help at Christmas, so this
kind footballer decided to be a helper. Well the press were there of course,
and they told me I could pick any toy in the shop. Well of course I went for
the doll that I loved the most, my Mum tried to get me to change my mind as she
recalled for years after the event. It was the most expensive doll in the shop…
normally I would be very easily persuaded, but nope, not that day. That was my
doll. It had my name reserved on it in my mind… I loved it, I called him Garry.
Hahaha. I guess because my Uncle was called Garry. He had a soft body and hard head hands and
feet and when you pulled his dummy/soother out of his mouth, he cried.
Bit like my Uncle.
Oh, I loved him. The
first time I went to Russia, I took him with me and every time I pulled his dummy
out on the flight, my Mum told me off and the air hostess’s came running
thinking it was a real baby. After the second time they got used to it and I got
the hint from my Mum not to do it again.
Well, I gave it a bit of a break, then had one more go, and
guess what? the third hostess came to see where the baby was. Hahahaha. It was
so realistic. Hmm. Until a few years later when I decided to wash him.
Oops.
And finally, a sweet story.
A lady from Ireland met her Mother for the first time. Her Mum
is 103. The 103 Mother reunited with her daughter of a young 81-year-old.
Eileen grew up in an orphanage in Dublin and started looking
for her Mother when she was just 19. 62 years later, she met her Mum for her
first time.
If you are 81, would you think for a second, that your Mum
would be still alive? Gosh, wow, I wouldn’t think it.
Her Mum will be 104 on Saturday. Eileen travelled last month
to see Elisabeth who now lives in Scotland.
Eileen said there was such a bond between them both, oh, my
heart melted reading this story. I totally understand that bond. There is
nothing more special in the world first to be excepted by your birth family and
then to feel that bond. Eileen also discovered that she has two half-brothers. Bless
Eileen, she said they had three wonderful days of happiness that she has never
felt before.
Funny as my adopted Mum was called Eileen and my Mums Mum my
Grandmother, was called Elisabeth. So many waisted years though. Oh, so many if
only they had met years ago? How many families are looking for their families
or thinking about it? Remember though it doesn’t always work out well. We
normally only hear about the happy reunions. Also remember that there is a load
of pressure put on families that you may be trying to meet with. Sadly, it’s
normally negative. At the same time, if it feels right in your heart then go
for it, and remember something else, if it isn’t the right time for them, don’t
give up because may be years down the line, it will be the right time. And then
you both have to work out how you do cope, with the lost years. Life is too
short. I had the chance to meet with my biological Father many years ago and it
all went very wrong. Because of that, I missed out on my two half sisters. Regrets.
I have a few. A couple of years ago, I had no regrets. How time can change.
Gosh a helicopter has just flown past our avenue of all
sorts and I swear it sounded like it was coming in the house…
OK I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Best wishes to the
lovely Emma and John. They are getting married tomorrow. They are a fantastic
couple. If it’s your wedding day tomorrow, enjoy every minute as it will go so
fast and it will be time you won’t get back or be able to repeat in the same
way. Enjoy every one of your guests take it all in and may your memory of your
special day last forever.
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