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Thursday, 28 November 2019

A LICENCE TO FLY #PoetryByFionaCummings


A LICENCE TO FLY

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

Heaven has welcomed another angel this year

Each frozen raindrop represents a tear

How we miss her, the pain we feel

Is it a nightmare, or is it real?

I imagine her, flying with her new wings

Following closely, the choir sings

In the distance, the old church bell rings

I think of her, perched up high

Watching down on us, from the starry sky

Floating by, on a fluffy cloud

Picking those out she loves, from a crowd

Making sure they are okay

Shaking her head at us for wanting her to stay

She knows we feel so much pain

If only she could tell us, one day we will meet again

But she was needed elsewhere

This makes us angry, as we miss her so

We ask the Lord, why she had to go

Inside her soul she did care

But her job on earth was done

She had more to give more to share

How fortunate are those souls who she now helps?

Walls of ice she will melt

Barriers she will break down

Picking up people who have found a frown

Making them feel like they belong

She is the gift giver who carries on

I just miss her very much

Each day I cry

But then I think of my angel, in the sky

Flying with her new wings

Feeding the birds, she loved as they sing

Crashing into the silver stars

Reaching up to the sun so far

A big smile, upon her face

As she learns to fly, in her new place

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

To my Dearest Vivi each day I ache for you.

 

 

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

CRISTMAS CALENDAR (YOU ARE NOT ALONE)


We are getting closer to what some may regard as a very sad time of the year. Christmas. December can be an extremely lonely time for those who either live on their own, or live in a family but feel so unaccompanied. You can be in a crowd of people but still feel that burning deep sadness that comes with loneliness.

 

Some of you may be suffering with a loss of someone or something. Your first Christmas without your eldest child, youngest child or only child.

 

For some it may be that time of year again when you are reminded you don’t have your loved ones near you because of whatever reason. What makes life worse is everyone around us seems to be so happy. They have places to go, people queuing up to be with them. At Christmas, intimacy just doesn’t fit in.

 

The pressure of having to be happy. Cheerful. Letting the world know where you are going, who you are going with, who you will be spending Christmas day with and the stress of wearing those sparkly Christmas clothes. Finding that special person, for some this year will be your first without your other half. That person you were to spend the rest of your life with. For some, you know that your spouse is with someone else. Leaving you feeling inadequate, hopeless, tearful and you can’t see the light at the end of this season.

 

One thing for sure, you are not alone. Only we don’t hear of those who are sad.

We are not allowed to be sad at Christmas in fear of being called party poopers or having pity parties. Don’t you hate that expression? Pity party? People who say that are purely ignorant and very cold to other people’s feelings.

Just because the person who said that, is a bad person, doesn’t mean you are bad.

 

Of course, I can suggest things to make you appear to be happy over Christmas, give you tips on acting skills! But that isn’t the real world. That isn’t the real you. And that won’t make you feel any better. Perhaps it will make those around you feel more exceptional, gets them off the hook of not feeling guilty about leaving you out again. For some you don’t want to be a part of a huge get together. You would rather be on your own, but being on your own, isn’t going to make you happy.

 

What will, make you happy? And why do you feel you should be much more cheerful for a month or a day out of a year? Or do you want to be happy all year around but feel more compelled to be all smiles and bows during Christmas?

 

Over the next coming weeks, I hope to keep you company. I have lived through a large happy family and the worst Christmas of my life; I have also been in your shoes even for a while I’m sure.

 

Together let’s kick off those shoes and put on a comfy pair of slippers and just keep it real.

I don’t like the F, word. I don’t do fake. And tonight, I was watching a finance program on TV when the financial advisor suggested something interesting to do with gifts. He said the best gift you could give someone is an agreement not to buy for each other. He said if someone gives you a very expensive gift, you feel compelled to spend the same amount on them. And the stress of searching for that special gift is immense. The relief of not having to fight your way through the Christmas cranky crowds because of your no gift agreement, must be such a relief.

 

How would you feel if you bought someone something that was for example, £45 and they spent the same on you, but you knew that the money they spent was the money they were going to buy their daughter a new much needed pair of school shoes?

 

Or whilst you are feasting on a banquet fit for a King, whilst your recipient of your wonderful gift is eating toast for their Christmas lunch? Because they have spent so much money on gifts for those who kindly bought them nice parcels.

 

Remember the nicest gift could be a home-made cake or special bread. Some cookies or the offer to take them out for a cup of coffee to keep them company and give them something to look forward to. Or what about fixing their fence you know they have wanted done for ages. Whatever your art is, drawing, painting, writing, playing a musical instrument for someone, something you have taken time to do for them. Hasn’t cost you much if anything, but will touch the heart of another.

 

Turn your skill into your gift.

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

 

THE WINTER FOREST @PoetryByFionaCummings


THE WINTER FORREST

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

Standing alone in a forest, far from home

I take in my seasonal surroundings, picking up a pinecone

The smell of wood, oh, it’s so good

Jack Frost bites at my fingertips

I’m sure the colour blue, paints my lips

And a rouge finds its way to my cheeks

How this forest has changed over the weeks

Forgetting Autumn, and it’s falling leaves

There were so many firtrees

To the eye they did please

But now all that’s left are roots

And muddy treads from winter boots

For the firs are out, to decorate houses

Beautiful Red Cedars, and spruces

  the silence of the forest

is so pure

and my soul has found a cure

a peaceful place, almost mystical

for this forest is for sure magical

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

Friday, 22 November 2019

BACK TO BEFORE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Isn’t it funny if you are blind, it is presumed that you can read Braille? What if you can’t, what if you have just lost your sight and have not had chance or desire to learn such a difficult challenge like Braille, to sighted people, those dots may look easy, well when I had sight, I used to read Braille with my eyes. And I only read it on the quiet as I was not allowed to learn Braille at school. Now my aging fingers struggle to differentiate the dots especially now that most of it is written in what I call short hand. They call it contracted Braille.  Loads of dots clumped together to make one word. Rather than individual dots.

 

I just wish my Husband had the patients to teach me.

 

I really love board games but can not find anything that Hub and I could play. There are a few games if you know Braille will be possible or if you can see large print, but nothing if you are totally blind and don’t read Braille, well not that I can find. If you Bloggets know of any games that are possible apart from tactile domino’s, then please can you let me know? Either by my blog page or email me at


 

Yesterday, was a day of huge disappointments but today is another day. As for last night? Oh, my goodness. Let me tell you

I have only got two experiences with Air BnB. My friend took her children to London all very young, all three of them. When they arrived, there was no house. They were stuck in London with three small children at night as they spent all afternoon trying to find a property that didn’t exist. My Son booked with that awful company two months ago and he has paid for the flights, carparking, transfers and passes into attractions. There are ten of them going. They booked a perfect apartment right in the centre. He was due to fly today at 7 am.

 

Last night at half five in the evening, the person who owns the apartment cancelled on the kids. Well my Son spent over three hours on the phone and Air BnB were absolutely shocking. So unhelpful. Also, the   money the friends all paid my Son to pay for the holiday will be transferred but they won’t see it in his bank until up to fifteen days.

 

Air BnB sent my Son a list of other properties, he called eight of them. All eight said no they wouldn’t take a group of ten young people. So that left two properties. One was lovely, but it was more than double what the first property was so not only did the kids have to find double the money, but they had to find all of the money as they refund wouldn’t be in the bank in time for them to rebook somewhere else. Then the second property was forty minutes out of the city. It also looked like in my Sons words, a crack house. There are ten of them so taxis would have to be taken and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. So, would there even be taxi’s? they would have to take three cars how much money would that be? Not to say anything about the time waisted in transit.

 

Well in the future I would tell everyone to give Air BnB a wide birth though I do have a friend who uses them all the time but two I have known now have had bad experiences.

 

Well after being up all night they booked a hotel. Thankfully all in the same place. But this means more money.

 

Not long been in with Waggatail. I fear she is really aging. She has a year and a half before she is due to retire from being a guide dog but the past couple of weeks, I have noticed a change in the way she works. Maybe it’s the cold, as it’s freezing, but let’s see, as tomorrow Hub and I are hoping to go to the park and she loves it there so see how old she is walking there?

 

There are so many different kinds of textures on our paths and roads at the moment. A combination between soggy leaves, soil that has turned into mud with the rain, stones that have been swept from gardens and the rough ground caused by bad weather. This is all new for this season. We as people who are blind have to feel with our feet as we walk a skill I am still learning. Our feet become our hands. Concrete turns to tarmac turns to pavestone’s that then finds gravel, grass and so on. Different textures give us clues where we are and where we are to go.

 

We listen and try to take in different smells to learn where we are. Passing perfume shops, food stores, our local grocery shop always smells of soap powder. Restaurants, coffee shops and so on. Different sounds we listen for. hairdressers with their hair dryers, vets with hopefully a barking dog as we pass the window and shopping trolleys as we walk towards our grocery store. Sounds like extractor fans and even around here there is an electric power box that makes a sound like a small generator. I hear the geese on our lake in the park and if we are really close, ducks landing on the water.

 

I have even learned the sounds of my neighbour’s cars. Different cars, different engines.

 

Now I just need to learn Braille. Gosh I wish I could get my brain there. So many people say there is no need for Braille these days, normally those people are with some sight. I can tell you Braille is so important.

1, a Braille watch is less intrusive. Sometimes in that boring lecture, meeting or visit with a friend/relative, you want to check out the time without having to let the whole room know what you are doing. If your watch isn’t voice active, then it helps.

 

2, to be able to read to your child at bedtime is a gift I never had sadly.

 

3, to be able to receive your bills in a format you can understand!

 

4, to know who your Christmas/birthday card is from if your friends/family send you one in Braille

 

5, at the workplace it’s good to be able to check notes during say, a conference/meeting, again not wanting to have a voice speaking to the rest of your colleagues!

 

6, to mark medication.

 

7, to be able to keep your paperwork in order in a labelled file. And of course, where we started earlier, to be able to play board games with the rest of your family.

 

  Can you imagine if people who ar blind say to sighted people? No need to be able to learn to read or write, as you can talk into your phones and even use voice activation on your lap tops? It wouldn’t happen, so, why should people who can’t see be told they shouldn’t read or write? And again, back to where I started, how people just presume that we automatically can read Braille, it amuses me as if when our sight goes, that old myth our hearing improves, so, our vision goes so we develop the skill of overnight knowing Braille?

 

If people who are with sight knew the hard work that is put into us using our cane, the training, the confidence building that goes on before we head out on our own in that big bad world, again, it’s not an overnight thing. This is something that is thought about sometimes for years. For me personally it took two years.  But my decision to get a guide dog took only a year. Both decisions were for someone else as if it was just for me, then I would be that person still sitting in my house waiting for someone to take me out. That is such a very sad situation where I still find myself in to some degree although we may have a white cane, at the end of the day, it’s a stick. It’s not a magical broom that will whisk you away to wherever you want to go. It won’t guide you; you have to guide the cane.

 

We may have a guide dog, again, 18 months of training for your new dog and five weeks training for us with the dog. Then a year of getting that partnership built up with you and your guide dog.

 

Back to before, if you know of any board games that can be played by someone who is blind with another blind person and one can’t read Braille, then please let me know?

 

Have a lovely weekend. X

 

 

 

 

Monday, 18 November 2019

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Hello Bloggets. A busy week. Not working this week just playing.  End of last week, I went to a huge Christmas craft fair with my friends. It was packed. We did the coffee break as one of the ladies Ann has to take a flask and give everyone their very own cup. Mine has palm trees on it. She makes me laugh as she always says the same thing. “Everyone out of four of us has their own cups so if we want another cup, we know whose cup is who’s.””

The funny thing is, there’s never enough coffee left to have another cup. Hahaha. Her heart is big though. I do feel so sorry for her. I think she may get used, though she does have a huge bite if she gets a hold of something. But it’s getting her to get a hold of the right things/people?

 

I bought some beautiful glass Christmas tree ornaments. They are so delicate.

I got some amazing candles. One smells like lemongrass the other is blueberry and vanilla and the third is my favourite, it’s one I bought last year. Gingerbread.

 

It was three stories of Christmas gifts and food. And the top floor is a restaurant. There were thousands of people there. After three hours of shopping, I was exhausted. Oh, it was embarrassing. There was a leather belt stall. I asked the man if he had a belt with a nice buckle. It was for Hub for Christmas. He replied, all our buckles are nice…. Silly man. I asked if he could show me? He said yes. Well, as he handed me a belt, he knocked his whole rack over. Hahahaha. I shouldn’t laugh, but 1, he should be able to hand a belt to someone without knocking his stock over. And 2, he shouldn’t have been cocky about his belt buckles, especially because they were the most boring buckles ever and as for the belts? Oh my, plain and simple. Well I handed him his belt back bending down to him on the ground as the poor man grabbed all of his belts. Normally I would have felt so bad, but I just thought he was arrogant.

 

Oh, there was a lovely man selling some stunning carved driftwood houses. They were fisherman cottages with a small boat and the detail was amazing. But they were tiny. And so expensive.

 Thursday night we went to the pub with our friends and on Saturday out again to watch some live music and have a delicious meal, again with friends. On Sunday, we went with my dear girl Friday to a huge Christmas market. Firstly, though she needed to swap an item of clothing at a shop. When she was otherwise occupied, she left me at the ladies clothing racks. Well I managed to find myself a beautiful warm long winter jumper. It’s so pretty but the best bit is, it’s thick and it was so reasonably priced.

 

The market had a ladies singing group, singing Christmas songs. They were lovely. The smells were stunning. Cinnamon, cloves, oranges and more. My girl Friday was great at describing things to me. She is sweet and we met friends there too. So, a perfect day in fact a full crafty week.

 

Hub and I had a lovely day and spent the evening with our Son and Shamrock.

And now back to normality, a dreadful meeting today and tomorrow. Our plumber on Wednesday and first day out again for fun on Thursday, though not sure where yet. And a quiet three weekends for the next few weeks ahead, no plans. I think we will be wrapping parcels for Christmas.   This is the first year ever I won’t be going crazy over Christmas. Normally the outside of my house is like those American movies we all love. I have everything outside in my front garden. As for my house? It’s like a winter wonderland. But this year is different. There has been so many losses for our little family this year and I’m so not feeling it! Who knows maybe I will change my mind, if you read back at my previous Christmas’s, you will see how I loved our decorating lighting up the street? Our neighbours used to laugh as we can’t see but we had the most lights and decs.

   

I will light a candle for all we have loved and for all those who have gone from our earth life and I think that will be the only light we have on this year. Again, let’s see.

 

December will be full of elections in the UK. God help us.

 

In our news 1 in 10 people over the age of 65 in the UK are at risk of malnutrition. Older people need to take in more calories. Protein is essential!

 

Climate change now. people are being encouraged not to fly abroad for a year. To help our environment. Do you think we are capable to do that? Did you hear about Sweden? They are said to have the best recycling system, so good they have ran out of rubbish. This is brilliant, A lovely proud country to be a part of, though not many people and very wealthy too, so, if any one can do it, they can?

 

That is one of the countries I would love to visit. In the future, far future.

 

Canada has lost 3 billion birds since 1970. Gosh this is really bad.

 

Our Prince Andrew is in deep trouble. Over the weekend, he dug himself in a bigger hole than what he was already in.

 

Hong Kong, gosh what will happen there? It’s like a horror movie watching our news.

 

Today is the birthday of a couple of Bloggets Allen and Honorato and it would have been Sylvia Plath’s 87th birthday too.


Silvia Plath
She was a poet and novelist.  
 died when she was only 30. She was American but came to England to live and it is there where she is now buried. Sadly, she ended her own life. After so many, too many years of deep depression


 

I studied her when I was taking my English exam and though she didn’t write my style of poetry, I adored her work, those who know me, will understand why I like Plath’s poetry, its dark and deep. My kind of poem, just not style.

Well wherever you are Sylvia, I hope you are now happy.

Eating the nicest birthday cake and making wishes and dreams come true.

 

If it’s your birthday today, happy birthday to you too!

 

 

 
 

  

 

 

  

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

REVELATION 16 16 BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. It’s heading towards the pumpkin hour here in little England. The news and friends have told me of the absolutely tragic nightmare our fellow people, are having not too far from where I live.

 

A question I shall ask you to ponder over. Are we facing Armageddon? The battle of the forces, the seasons? The devil and the deep blue sea and God and the Universe.

 

More floods in the north of England. When I was a child leading to adulthood, I never heard of floods other than the bible. As I got older, there was the odd one. Now, it’s more than once a year somewhere in our country, people are facing what I can only describe as a very depressing lifechanging time.

 

Can you imagine you go to bed then learn your house has four feet of water in it? Your home is now dangerous. Many reasons of course water contamination but also electrics. All of your furniture is damaged. Your cupboards in your kitchen are all full of water. No cooker. No fridge or freezer, washing machine and you are afraid to turn on a light in fear of getting electrocuted.  You have no heating. You are told for your life sake you must move out now.

 

If you are blind or disabled, how would you manage? Hub and I often worry about this. People with pets, who will take people, and their pets?

 

People not only have lost their houses and what is in them, all memories, but their business’s. now, insurance? Well if you live in an area that has a so called flood zone title, so, it has flooded before, you can’t get insurance. So, now what, you may have money in your bank, but is it enough?

 

 What if it happens again? So, that is if you are fortunate to be able to move back into your house once it dries out, but more people can’t move back in for not only a week, a month but over a year. So, what do you do in the meanwhile?

 

 This used to happen in third world countries, right? Not now. and then in parts of Africa, they haven’t seen rain in three years. Elephants are dying because of lack of water, and we have enough to deal with their sad awful situation. Global warming? Yes, for my American friend Randy, who is also a Blogget, it’s not just nature, this is happening because of mans greed. It will get worse. And it won’t stop in other countries. There are fires floods and storms so many more than ever before. Our world has been here for a very long time and this has not been seen before and if you live in a country where you have not seen such disasters, you are so lucky, but it’s coming unless we do something now before it really is, too late.

 

I was talking with my lovely Husband last night about humans. Saying how greedy we really are. How we are not happy with our own world, but we have to thieve from other planets. I mean, we are bringing water from planets and rocks too. We are not happy wit taking from our countryside, killing animals, our forests and jungles, but our skies and seas as well as our rivers. We dig underground. What is wrong with humans? We are the poison of life. thievery, thugs who pilfer for no other reason than greed. Do we really need gold? As for Coral, it’s dangerously low in Australia. We are removing more than is growing and in Australia they are coal mining which isn’t what we need in this day in age. People in our neighbourhood have more than one car per household. There is one family I know, a family of four, there are four cars for that one house. I was coming back home last week with a friend the traffic was so bad, I asked her how many people were in each car. She replied one in most of them. It was bumper to bumper. And America, do you really need enormous cars? Your gas is not expensive so I guess driving is easy for you, but your gas is suffocating our beautiful planet. Lights in our shops at night when the shops are closed, really? And, do we really need heating on in our shopping centres?  What is wrong with putting on a coat.

 

If we could reach up to the stars and pull them back to earth, we would. If we could chop away at the moon and bring it back to earth we would. No moon, no world. Why put such a high price on our moon? Our earth is so precious. We are so lucky as humans. But we take life for granted. Do you really need that light on? Can’t you turn your heating down a little? Do you need you’re a.C on so high? Are you able to pop to your shop by foot? Do you really need to take your car?

 

We are building more and more houses and shops stealing from the Greenland. Removing grass, trees. Making floods easier to rob our hard earned lifestyle. We are removing grass from our gardens and putting in place concrete and slate/gravel. There is nowhere for the rain to go to. No soil is left.

 

A lot of people are eating less and less meat. This is great for so many reasons, but also so much better for our environment.

 

Can our children save our earth? Or, will it be our children who go to the next planet and start all over again with brutal battles living in fear and once again realising that we have not learned any lessons in this world, this life. and what could our world have been like if not for greed. If not for evil. Deprivation is a word that I believe must be in our genetics. But every now and then, I come across an angel. A good kind person. Just like I did yesterday. So, why can’t we have this beautiful world for those people and all the people who have no respect for what we have been gifted, let them go off to Mars or somewhere!

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

Friday, 8 November 2019

DESIGN YOUR DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Dearest Bloggets. Sorry it’s been a while, thank you for all your emails and messages. It’s just been extra busy here. I have had loads of work to do re writing loads of emails and talk with people on the phone. I’m dealing with a couple of organisations right now that quite frankly are doing my skull in. I haven’t been in the house much of late. And life is still racing by and sometimes I feel like I have to run hard to catch up then I feel as if I’m miles ahead of the situation.

 

I’m dealing with the great news for my Husband of him getting a promotion at his work. I’m so proud of him. Both my boys have done so well but with promotion comes change.

 

Yesterday I started some Christmas shopping and found its rather depressing now I don’t have my lovely friend Kinzie to buy for, it leaves my heart empty. And of course, I am seeing so many things I know she would have loved. We used to spoil her at Christmas as she did us three. She was like our Mum our last parent who cared. I am shocked at just how upset my Husband has been over our lovely lady. It really has affected him. Christmas just won’t be the same this year without her. But the three of us will enjoy the day itself. Though I am sure I will have tears for her.

 

I really don’t like this time of year. I have so many sad anniversaries and now to add to it, it’s our Kinzie’s passing. It would have been my Dads birthday in a few days and then in December lots of days for my mum and both parents’ anniversary. I think if we didn’t have our Son, we would go away for Christmas. I really can’t wait for the day when we have grandchildren. But our Son isn’t keen on having children for many many years…. As he is our only child, we will just have to wait.

 

I was saying yesterday to my Husband it’s been 21 years since I held a baby. That was my Son when he was one. Then he was considered a toddler shortly after that.

 

Our friends from school are coming on Saturday for the day. That will be lovely having a catch up.

 

What interested me in our news?

Italy are going to make it compulsory in their schools, to study climate change.

This is great I wish our schools also taught humanity and to care for all animals.

 

In Finland a beach is covered in egg shaped ice, in a rare weather phenomenon

I remember in some part of Russia on a beach, huge snowballs were found formed from ice. Apparently, it’s the way the ice rolls through the cold giving them that shape.

 

A fake rhino horn has been invented to ruin the poacher’s market.

Great, I know where I would like to push that horn.

 

I was just reading about someone who was talking about cities designed by women. What would they look like? What facilities would be in the cities? How different would they be to the one’s men designed?

 

What would my perfect city be like? Lots of multi-story carparks on the edge of the city. Free transport into the city. So, no cars. Where you wait for your transport, nice warm bus shelters that are safe at nights well lit and security camera’s. outside every shop, a microchip that goes to your phone and reads what shop you are passing. No street furniture. No steps but tactile ground where steps would be so that for people who are blind, they know where they are as if you have a totally flat ground, it’s almost impossible to know where you are. Around my local area, I know where I am by steps the size of them and feel of them how different they are. So, I know when to turn left for example.

 

Lamps on shops rather than those huge posts stuck at the edge of the paths or worse, in the middle. Wide doors for prams/buggies/strollers and wheelchairs. Inside shops, a flat rubber mat that leads people who are blind to a customer service desk.

 

More police on our streets. More security in our train stations. Metal detectors on all street corners to reduce knife crime. A ban on all shops selling guns and knives. I can’t believe how easy it is to purchase such things.

 

More green areas with seating so people can socialise. In the gardens will be scented plants and a water feature for a peaceful sound.

 

I would like the shops to be in order. So, all the clothing shops together and so on.

 

Nicer public toilets.

 

How would you, improve your city?

 

 

  

Monday, 4 November 2019

NOVEMBER 11th #PoetryByFionaCummings


NOVEMBER 11

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A Father, Son, her Husband, his brother

A sweetheart, lover

 An uncle, cousin Nephew best friend

They all had hope, until the end

They were told to go

There was no such word as no

Falling leaves, and loved ones grieved

Millions were killed, hearts did bleed

That went on for so many years

Blistering pain, and rivers of tears

Troubled minds, kept our country going

Down the coalmines, protectant our homeland when it was snowing

Whilst fires burn

We never learn

Still we can’t live in peace

All those lives lost, but never forgotten

Sadly, war is still, too common

What is left, but a rotten coffin

Empty graves, brave slaves

A day to remember

The 11th of November

 

© Fiona Cummings 2019

 

Friday, 1 November 2019

TGIF BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. Here we are Friday night. Hub has gone out with his friend to a concert and a meal. It’s an old man’s group far too old for him but he wanted to attend, because his friend was so badly wanting to see them, and no one wanted to go with him. I’m not surprised. It’s the New Australian Pink Floyd. Heck, we weren’t even born when the original Pink Floyd came out in the mid-60s. They were considered a Psychedelic band from England. They were distinguished for their extended compositions, sonic experimentation philosophical lyrics and elaborate shows. Sounds like my night of hell. I hope he enjoys it though. Not sure where they are going for a meal but again, I hope it’s nice.

 

  It was bitter cold last night, we went out with friends to our lovely pub. It was cosy inside though they don’t have the coal fires burning yet. We had a lovely relaxed catch up. My friend got rather merry. I had an orange juice and a coffee. Hahaha. Oh, and a bag of nuts. The owner was really friendly more so than normal. He brought his dog to see us. Oh, it was so blooming cute. It’s half poodle and half Cocker Spaniel so, a Cockerpoodle, reading up on that breed today, they are very intelligent dogs. Very loyal and full of energy. Oh, even Hub fell in love with the dog. He felt like a fleece blanket. Like a little lamb.

The dog that is, not Hub.

 

I went for lunch today with my friend Barb. I have the largest pumpkin to make our Sons favourite soup. You can buy vegan cream that tastes nothing like cream, but it makes the best curries and soups. Better than when you use dairy cream.

 

The weather in England is awful. Wet and cold. I must get my Chrysanthemum plants covered tomorrow. You put a plastic bag over them apparently and it protects them till next year. You are meant to cut them down to three inches of stem but the beautiful flowers are still on them, I would feel like a murderer. So, instead, I will suffocate them, haha.

 

I just want them to come back next year as they were so beautiful and the colours are amazing especially the one, I have at the front door it’s like a brick red, really unusual.

 

In our news, in Texas, US, a woman has been found dead with an 8-foot python around her neck. Apparently, she had hundreds of snakes. Awful.

 

Yesterday was Halloween and that was the day we were promised we would leave the EU. Instead, we are to have an election. If our PM wins the vote, then we will leave the EU next year. If he loses, God help our country.

 

Outside of my window I hear so many fireworks. Normally our dogs are not bothered. Tonight, they are on the edge. Not sure why this year and not any other? Unless it’s because their Daddy is out? Don’t they know, I wear the trousers in our house? Hahahaha.

 

Oh well, here we are it’s November. Oh, my goodness almost the end of the year. I must say, though we have had some news of surprise in the past couple of weeks with regards my Husband and our Son, it’s been a pretty awful year for me. Just some things, my very good much loved friend from school ended his life in April. Then my dear friend dying just a few weeks ago. This week has been so harsh as I have so badly wanted to call her. I miss her so much. And so much has happened in between, but there has also been something special happened to me this year back in March that is amazing. Though in general, I won’t be sad to see this year  go.

 

So, in South Africa for example, it’s beautiful weather where as we are facing the dark early nights and dull days. Though I do love the winter for the toasty coal fires, hot chocolate and cosy times with my family, I also don’t like how long the winters last. The name November comes from the Latin 9, as November was the ninth month in the roman calendar.

Oh, here are some facts I have been reading about. More people in New York are bitten by people than sharks. Hahaha. Seriously.

 

Did you know that most bamboo species only flower every few decades and no matter of the climate, conditions or country, once one starts to flower, the rest do all around the world at the same time? No one knows why this happens.

Scientists have yet to learn why once one bamboo starts to flower all the rest do all around the world. Then they don’t flower for several decades.

 

The word avocado, comes from the Aztec ahuacacuahatl, which translates to testicle tree.

I never liked avocadoes

 

Well where ever you are in the world, have a peaceful weekend. Write to me let me know what you are or, aren’t, up to? Laters. X