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Tuesday 28 April 2020

JUST SAYING BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. I shall start with a couple of puzzles. Question. How can we say the word rabbit without using the letter R?

Answer,

Ready for it?

 bunny.

 

Flat as a penny, round as a ring, two eyes, but can’t see a thing. What am I?

Answer?

A button.

 

Today has been so lovely and mild, but now we have rain. I sat in the garden for a while, the air is so clean now. Oh, I wish things would get back to normal, but, make it so the few trains are only slightly increased, and halve, the amount of cars and keep it so people are only allowed to have two holidays abroad per year.  

 

Hub says I sound like a dictator, a communist, haha, no, communists don’t agree with leaving their country. I am really susceptible to polluted air and I can detect clean air. I can tell you, it’s such a pleasure to breathe clean air. It has to add years onto our lives.

 

I received an email from someone I love dearly she is my friend met through this blog page and she is from South Africa where they really do have a curfew. They are not allowed out after 8 in the evening. Anyway, this is what she wrote yesterday.     

 

“Today was ironically a public holiday known as Freedom Day. It celebrates the first democratic election with all the freedom that people had been fighting for for many years.

 It is very strange that now, once again people’s lives are restricted with the army and police patrolling the streets to keep everybody in their houses. Very reminiscent of the old regime. Only of course the enemy this time is invisible.””

 

How ironic is that?

 

With this lockdown going on, I would imagine hairdressers and barbers will be the last lot of people to get back to work. It’s OK for men, they can shave their head, though I hate that look. As for ladies? I guess we can grow our hair out, or tie it up.

 

I have one long nail out of ten left. None of them have any gel on. They are great, I can type really fast and open the front door in a hurry with my key, haha, with not being able to see the keyhole, I hold the key as you would to put it in the door but feel for the hole with the tips of my fingers, the same fingers that holds the key, well that’s fine, but when you have really long fingernails at the end of where you feel, they kind of get in the way,  if you can see, get to your front door with your key, don’t cheat and look at the keyhole, and try to put your key in the hole, go on, give it a go and let me know how you get on?

 

OK talking of eyes, well, kind of, here are some hopeful links I hope put some joy in your life. It’s all down to expertise, intelligence, luck and of course money.


 

 

 

  

Monday 27 April 2020

THE RIDDLE OF THE DAY DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Dearest Bloggets, how are you all? Our Pm is back. I for one of many I’m sure are so glad he is back to where he belongs. I pray he will gain strength and not over do it at work right now, poor man certainly has had one hell of a year, what with sorting out Brexit and still having that to deal with the election where I for one had my heart in my mouth hoping he would get elected, as if we had got the other guy elected as PM, oh my goodness, what would have happened now? no way he or any of his colleagues in my opinion would have been able to cope with what is going on now. We are blessed to have an amazing conservative party in charge of our country. At least with brain cells. But we all have a very long way to go. We can terrify ourselves or just be careful and learn from nature except a calmer life and hope financially, we will be OK. But the most important thing is, we care for ourselves, we have our health and those we love are cared for. if we have life, we have a hope for future existence where changes may improve life for everyone’s future.

 

I think most people in the UK agree right now that Spring is the best one, we have known since at least childhood if we are over a certain age…. 21……

Until this year, the youth of today would have never known fresh air or the sounds of a bird’s song. The beautiful sweet smells in the pure air or stars so bright in the sky.

 

I was reading today something really funny. A huge asteroid is heading to earth, no, that isn’t the funny part, the funny bit is it looks as if it is wearing a mask…. Hahaha. So, that is where all the masks have gone?

It is written today that our Prince Charles is privately funding 200 employees. Good man. They say it’s not a good time to sell our property but it’s a great time to buy a new house or apartment. Prices are to drop apparently but if we have to sell, and we are isolated, doing the garden and painting your houses, will add money on to them, apparently if you add smart home tech to your house, like energy saving  technology, it will add 14 per cent onto the value of your property.

 

This year was going to be a big one for research into treatment or cures for blindness… with all that is going on, I guess that has been put on the back burner, but in my next blog I shall take a look at this and see what I can find out.

 

Here we enter another week. Lots of words I have to speak. Most are tongue and cheek. Hoping for strength for the weak. Dreams for us all I hope to seek.

 

Wishing my beautiful Lisa, a very happy birthday and Ian, I hope you have a great birthday too. If it’s your, birthday, best wishes, it may be a different birthday to what you had planned, but you are alive and you can’t cancel love, so love is sent to you from me.

 

Riddle for today. A man was found dead outside a 13-story building. The police say it was suicide, but you the detective, say it was homicide. How do you prove this?

Do you know the answer?

You go on every floor every window and open the window, throw outa penny, then to the next room, next floor and do the same, open a window to the rooms and throw out the penny. Eventually, you get to the 13th floor. You do the same, the penny lands on the ground, oddly near the dead man. How does this prove that you are correct the man was murdered?

Answer?

You, the detective, had to open each window. If the man committed suicide, he would have already opened the window…

 

 

c

Saturday 25 April 2020

THOUGHTS BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Well at the start of the year, I was hopeful it was going to be a good one. I had a feeling of peace…. Personally, my Husband got promoted at work and our Son bought his first house though I wanted him to live with me forever, I am so proud of him and what he has achieved at such a young age. And I love where he lives. And before the corona calorie count, I lost 15 lbs in weight, but that 15 sadly changed numbers in the wrong direction, to 11 lbs loss. So, I have gone the wrong way now.

 

I did walk five miles this past week though, yes in three days, but there is only so much a person who lives in a city can do without sight.

 

I did come closer than I should have on my travels the other day who met me from a distance of roughly the allowed space who was so friendly and knew my name……

Not at all sure who he, was.

 But he knew me by my name. infamous Fifi.

 

It was really odd being out after five weeks of hibernation. The world felt so different. It was like I had been in a deep sleep for years and just woke up. I stayed the same, but those around me were different. The air, sounds and smells were so pure, it was eery and flowers soil, grass even the sun had a fragrance of cleansing.

 

there are definitely more birds in the sky and they are singing such sweet tunes. I love this year for the animals but my heart is broken for those who have lost loved ones.

 

Yesterday I saw on our news twin nurses, both died within days of each other. Can you imagine their parents? I just wish this evil killer would be more selective and take the bad people of this earth.

 

The first human trials took part in the UK on Thursday. But it will be months before a vaccination is given to people if, this trial is successful.

 

How is everyone coping with isolation or at least not being able to do the things you used to? Remember, this isn’t for ever and the quality of the earth has to improve because of less pollution. Personally, I don’t believe this has come from people eating bats or whatever poor innocent creature is being blamed for the enjoyment of dirty habits, I am sure like the opinion of a lot of my friends this is a manmade chemical that has deliberately been released into the atmosphere.

 

What happens next though? Some people are still talking of holidays in the summer. No way Jose!  To be honest, I can’t see holidays happening abroad this year. And that isn’t the end of life, Hub and I have not been on holiday for four years. Welcome to the life of a lot of   people who are blind. It’s truly possible to live Bloggets without a holiday… and there is always next year.

 

Schools will go back first, may be in June. And then more and more shops and businesses will open again. Not sure about things like Barber’s or hairdressers though, I think we will have to keep doing this awful social distancing for at least the next year. And I hate that.

 

All the men have had their wives cutting their hair. I offered to cut Hubs…. Oddly, he refused my snipping skills.

 

Our beautiful guide dogs are so well behaved. And thank God they have my friends who come to the top of our drive and we send the dogs out with their Leeds on and rubber gloves are put on by my friends and they walk the dogs a few miles for us. They don’t get off though so when this is all over, their first free run, they will go crazy.

 

The Guide Dog charity will lose so much money this year fund raising. They will have so many puppy’s too waiting for training. Thank God there are so many volunteers who have really stepped up and took all the dogs that needed homes. All of the collection days planned and summer fairs etc have all been cancelled and pups and dogs as well as all of the support for people still needs paying for though, so I am fearful what will happen to our life saving charity.

 

Talking of holidays, we were…..

Why do skeletons go on holiday alone?

Because they have no body to go with….

Immature, I know.

How do you make seven even without addition, subtraction, multiplication or division?

Answer? Go, on, read it again, it’s easy…. I know it’s easy because I looked up the answer, hahaha. So, the answer?

How do you make seven even?

Drop the S.

One more, I got this one… Mind you, it was under the children’s section.

I am a six lettered word.

My first 3 letters refer to an automobile, my last 3 letters refer to a household animal, the first 4 letters are a fish, my whole is in your room in your house. What am I?

I bet our Blogget Vicki gets this, she does so well in these puzzles. Take another read, and here is the answer.

Carpet.

Car, pet, carp, and you have it in your room, right? Em, some people do, haha. Others have wood, tiles etc, but don’t be picky.

 

Enough silliness for today. Have a lovely Sunday and I shall drop in again soon.

Take care, be safe and patient keep your hands clean and be grateful for things you didn’t have time to be grateful for before.

 

 

Thursday 23 April 2020

DIARY OF WHATEVER DAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. Here we are I don’t have a clue of the lockdown day or even the date. I do know it’s April and it’s a Thursday because it’s clap for care tonight, our weekly excitement of going to our front door to hear the hands of our neighbours, bless them all. I shall be clapping not only for every single person who cares for people, that includes you, if you are helping someone in life no matter how small, no matter what you do as long as you are giving up some of your time for someone else, whether it be family or friends, or even if you are helping a stranger even if you are out for your Daly walk and you say hello to someone as you socially distance yourself passing them…

 

 I shall be clapping for all those of you who are working delivering food right now, you are so important and for all of you who are working right now. All work and no play, let’s hope you are all dreaming about the days when you, we are all free again to interact. I miss that as a person who is blind, I really thrive on interaction.  I’m missing my Sons hugs and missing the hugs from my friends when we meet and greet. If you can’t see, you miss out on all those silent smiles or nod of heads, a lift of a hand to wave or a funny or cute view. We exist on voices and contact.

 

We learn a lot through a hand shake, or a kind hand on our shoulder. I personally can tell a lot about someone by their touch.

 

Today I had a day with a difference. I actually broke free from my home. Oh, my goodness, five whole weeks since I was last out properly.

 

I was able to go to the shop for the first time in soooooooooo long. And it was the most eery experience ever.

 

A very kind lady, offered to walk with me to the shop about a mile away. I have never walked there before as there are loads of roads with no beeping crossings and roundabouts to negotiate. It’s not worth risking mine and my Waggatails life for.

 

As we approached the shop, I was told that there was a queue of about fifty people and we would have to stand on the side road as that was the back of the queue.

 

Thankfully the cars avoided us. Few!!! Everyone was so good, like perfect programmed robots, they stood two meters apart and no one said a word. If I had not been told there were people in the queue, I would have never known. I couldn’t hear footsteps even. No shuffling nothing. There was a lovely man meeting and greeting at the door and all the double doors were open.

They must have known I was coming. Hahaha.

 

We were twenty minutes in the shop, for oranges and coffee. Vital shopping, my Husband needs his coffee to keep him alert working all day at home and we need vitamin C.

 

Every isle, we had to stand until it was clear of a person. Oh my… then when we got to the till, a lovely gentleman politely asked us if we would like to go in front as his basket was full. Oh, he was so posh and rather gorgeous sounding, a little like Hugh Grant… He probably had a face like the back of a bus, I didn’t ask the person I was with, I didn’t want to spoil my headspace. Haha.

 

Oh, my goodness. OK so, for you guys who have escaped over the weeks, you will know about the plastic Perspex that have been put in place at the tills? Well, I thought there would be a little window? Oh, no, a bank robber wouldn’t be able to get through this huuu’uuuu’uuuuge wall of plastic.

 

Well it was more like piggin double glazing… could I hear the person on the other side? Nope, unless they didn’t speak. Haha. I swear a jet could have landed at the other side and I wouldn’t have heard it. Well I waved my card and on our way back home and de-corona’d myself, my keys got it as did my phone and the outer bag went in the bin, even though it was taken from my home from the basket holding pre corona bags are stored… changed my clothes and continued my day.

 

I sat in the garden with my dogs and my sister in law called, bless her we had a lovely chat. She has been so good calling me every week. We laughed and spoke about my Mum and life. If my parents were still alive, I would have had to move them in with us, no way I could not see them for so long.

 

I wished I could have got Boy Wonder and Shamrock to live here but they just got their lovely new house I hope they are enjoying that. Shams Dad has been so sweet and we have been keeping in contact by texts. And tonight, as I said, our bigger family as in our neighbours will all join in with the applause at eight o clock. It’s strange all of this for our street as normally by now we would have had at least one BBQ by now, we are a very sociable avenue of all sorts.

 

Well like what I have seen on old news reels and movies from the war, I shall gather around our radio now and listen to our Governments daily news report and hope that the awful journalists who ask the same questions every single day, may have thought of a new question to ask today.

 

Rather than an old gramophone, I shall ask my Alexa device to play the radio and our gathering will be me and the Hubster. If, he has finished work by then.

 

Stay safe everyone. Xxx

 

 

Sunday 19 April 2020

A RIDDLE OF A DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


I’m watching a great American drama about espionage. A Russian young man is dating an American Chinese girl. They are both into coding working for the Government. He disappears their boss shows her a video of the Russian pouring gas over himself and burning himself ending up dead. It’s based in a forest and there are a load of futuristic buildings that seem to float and when entering, watches stop and the number 2 drops off one of their watches. It’s something about a code to go forward in time. It’s chilling but we are loving it. Just a thought, why do we look up for extra terrestrial life and not to the centre of the earth, in other words why don’t we look under the sea?

  I remember when I was a child, watching movies that seemed so unbelievable and some of those things are now in our everyday life. This drama is looking like they are dealing in time travel. Trying to bring back those who have died but it’s not too clear yet, the buildings seem to float. Oh, I’m loving it.

 

What if when we die, we just move over we are all still side by side but living a happier life than the one we left? Spiritualists believe the better we are the higher we go, again, why high? I guess because the devil is meant to be down there. Sometimes though I believe he or his slaves walk among us. Thankfully in some cases, angels win and peace prevails but sometimes, even angels need a day off

 

I went into the gym earlier and I thought I would take it easy, so, I set my treadmill on up hill as high as it would go and asked my iPhone to set a timer for fifteen minutes.

After a while, I got rather bored as I didn’t put any music on. I stopped my mill and asked my phone how long for timer, feeling under accomplished not doing the whole fifteen minutes.

Oh.

I had my phone on mute

Turning it up, I slowly heard the sound of my alarm and the bird I thought I heard earlier, was in fact my phone. So, I had indeed done 27 minutes.

Such a dope need to remember to turn the volume up on my phone when setting the alarm.

 

News on the so-called virus today made me sad, saying recovery may not mean immunity. In other words, those who have had it and survived, could, get it again. 888 people in the UK died today. Tragic. God bless those people and my heart breaks for their loved ones. But the good news is, UK researchers/Scientists say they may have a vaccination by the Autumn.

Hands pressed together this thing… Will not mutate.

 

 And all of that was written yesterday. Today is Sunday. It’s been very windy, chilly but so sunny and the sun was red hot, so, hot I’m burnt. I sat out for an hour until I was so cold, I had to come in, so, I never imagined I would burn, but I guess wind can burn too.

 

Watching the news now, I keep saying I’m going to have a news free day, but I find myself here again. So many elderly people isolating on their own it’s showing just how lonely they are. Bless them

(Just because you’ve lived your life, doesn’t mean you don’t have a life to live) That is just what our news guy has said, what a great phrase. One old man in his eighties, was saying he doesn’t have a computer and he is normally very active. He walks, is in lots of groups and obviously now he is in his house alone. Like so many people. What if you don’t have the internet? I guess you have the TV, radio, maybe you can knit or do some kind of art work. One of my friends’ text me the other day asking me if I have taken up any hobbies? Em, no…. If I could see, I would love to paint or draw or do word search’s as that is what I loved to do when I had vision. I guess I could practice playing the piano, trouble is, My Hub is working from home during the week and even if he wasn’t, he is far too good of a musician to bother him with my noise. I could go on line and teach Russian, hahaha, em, no, unless you need to chat up a Russian guy or gal, as that is the only Russian I remember,, oh, and something my Nina who was my nurse who used to shout from her room down the dirty dingy corridors  to me some words that used to shock some Russian speaking people, little did they know, she knew me from the age of six, and it was her playful kind of personality that made it so she got away with saying what she used to say to me… well, that’s what I tell myself. One of her phrases was in Russian, but I understood it as “Finka,”” as that is what she called me. “Take down your pants and I shall beat you…””

Oh, she was full of love hahaha. I hated her needles, they hurt like hell I still remember the absolute pain and torture I went through, running away as fast as my tiny body would allow me to do after such treatment was given to me. Of course, I was always caught normally by the biggest Rusky in the hospital. As a tiny child, he would scoop me up in his arms and just hold me tight, and I mean tight, as I had some willpower and determination to get free. Or, try to. Whilst Nina would administrate the rusty needle wherever I could be caught in the hospital. It was the days before I was allowed to be with my Mum the dark days that have left me in such pain now all these years later. Traumatised by my past, but still smile at Nina’s words.

 

Only my blogs can take you to such a story like that one, to my treadmill and this virus. Haha, just shows my head is all over the place… But to end on a fun note, here’s a few riddles.

David’s father has 3 sons. Snap, crackle and????....????

 

Mr and Mrs Jones have six daughters and each daughter has one brother. How many people are in the Jones’s family?

 

Answers coming up in this blog, but don’t cheat, take another read and see if you have the answers.

 

Just before the answers, please let me know how you are all doing you can email me at visionsforfuture@googlemail.com

 

Mr and Mrs Jones have six daughters and each daughter has one brother. How many people are in the Jones family?

(A)9. Since each daughter shares the same brother, so, six girls, one boy and the Mum and Dad. Giving 9 people in the Jones family.

 

 

David’s father has 3 sons. Snap, crackle and????....????

A. David… Read again, I said David’s father….. So, yep, David is the other son.

 

Saturday 18 April 2020

FLUIDS OF CRIMSON #PoetryByFionaCummings


FLUIDS OF CRIMSON BY FIONA CUMMINGS

My heart bled for you

The nightmare had come true

My pulse was bursting through my skin

I was dying deep within

Acid burnt in my stomach

 I couldn’t breathe as I began to vomit

My veins were bulging

The poisonous sward was launching

This was far too daunting

I was painting everywhere with fluids of crimson

No one told me of these symptoms

Without warning

It happened to me

Spooked like the worst haunting

A tragedy

Slowly falling to the floor

But seeing the devil come through my door

There was no escape now

I wanted to scream but how?

He came for me

Then set me free

To tell my story

To give him glory

And once again

He came before me

Placed the forever chains around my limbs

Took me to the dungeon oh so grim

Now I lay here for his disposal

As I said yes to his proposal

© Fiona Cummings

Thursday 16 April 2020

C 19 DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Dearest Bloggets, how are you all doing with this isolation? I hope to God none of you are in hospital. Or have anyone in hospital.

My Husband is now on the mend, he is back to work from home, he was really ill but didn’t go to hospital in fear to be honest he wouldn’t get back out, I’m delighted that our Prime Minister is out of intensive care. He is the most amazing PM ever and our Government are just the best, though, they do seem to have forgotten about people who are blind.

 

This social isolation is impossible if you have no vision. Shopping on line is unbearable. For those of you who live in the UK, try calling this number and press option 5, you will at least get a box with essential items in.

03456116111

Op

5

That is Morrisons.

 

Ocado has been our God send throughout all of this.

But still full of so much stress as all the shopping apps are down, so, we have to go to .com and those sites are so unfriendly for people using a screen reader.

 

By the way I have been asked the answer to the riddle I set you last week thanks to someone I stole it from on line so, here is the answer.

5.

 Oh, it has annoyed me as I was sure it was 37.

Check out my blog before to go over the answer again. I had people say 25, 10 and 1, quite a lot said 5 though, smarty pants.

 

How are your stress levels? My anxiety is quite high. I’m missing going out. And it looks like we are in for another three weeks. At least. But hey, we if lucky are in our homes, have gardens to enjoy the sun and hopefully have at least our pets with us, I’m missing the kids my baby boy is a hugger and I’m missing his hugs.

 

Sham had her 21st in isolation but again, we are alive and our loved ones are too that is the most important thing.

 

There has to be some light at the end of this tunnel. Lessons to be learned and for all the people who have died, lets live a better life for them.

 

  Here are some words I love that I found on line.

“I asked God why is he taking me through troubled water? He replied, because your enemies can’t swim!

 

For some, when the dust settles, I hope we will realise, how little we need how much we have and the true value of human connection.

 

What about those who live in apartments without a garden or balcony? If you can see and are able to walk to get out, that is better, but for those who rely on others to help them or are unable to get out for whatever reason on, I’m so sorry for you, but by doing what you are doing, you are all hero’s. You are life savers and I’m hopeful by the end of May, we will all be allowed out to meet friends and family. Though there are rumours that we will all have to wear masks. Oh, my goodness, that is a fear of mine, and they will have to be horrid cloth ones as we can’t get the medical masks for our medics and carers let alone members of the public.

 

Did you hear about John who worked in a small Pharmacy who was a really bad salesman? Bob the owner told him one day I have noticed you can’t find anything the customers ask for. I’m warning you, he continued, I am watching you and any more mistakes, you are finished.

Next day an elderly man came in and asked John for something for his cough. Of course, John couldn’t find the cough medicine, so gave him a box of laxatives and told the man to take them immediately all at once.

 

The man did so, and walked out of the chemist and leaned against a post. Bob saw everything and angrily came over to John and asked why he gave the man that rather than cough medicine? He went on to say, laxatives will not help his cough. Oh, yes it will, replied John. What do you mean asked Bob?

Well look at him, leaning against the post, he’s stopped coughing,

 he’s too afraid to cough…

 

Let’s be grateful if we are all alive and have not lost any loved ones. Remember if we have had this so, called virus, we are immune, but the virus can mutate, which could mean we can get this again, so, hope for a vaccination that will be successful soon.

 

I heard schools may be going back. I would say that is a great idea, and reduce the summer long holidays to perhaps the end of August. Six weeks is far too long for modern families especially because children shouldn’t be staying with their grandparents during such times.

 

Open your windows, play happy music and keep washing everything with soap and water. Open your hearts to what we can take from this and if you can, make sure your neighbours are all OK.

 

Laters

 

 

 

Thursday 9 April 2020

THE RIDDLE OF LIFE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. Day three of my poor Husband having signs of this evil killer that is covering the world.

 

We call 111 and they just advise us to isolate. No tests for normal people. His symptoms are a dry cough, his chest feels like someone has been sitting on it. His voice is really weak, his body is so painful he is exhausted and he has no taste buds or sense of smell and he has itchy eyes.

 

I’m so cross because we have not been out for three weeks and I have been so frustrated when getting groceries delivered which hasn’t been easy, washing everything and binning the bags then  washing  the floor where the bags have laid until I put them away and goodness knows how many times I have washed my hands in between putting things away. But obviously either one of us caught the so, called virus three weeks ago and it has taken a couple of weeks to start to show its ugly head. A week ago I started to feel different, I first thought it was asthma because I was stressing over this and worrying so badly about all of the elderly people who live on their own and those people who are blind and have no  one in their lives and this really upset me. It scared me. But now I think I had and have signs of CV19. And my poor Hub definitely has.

 

My street clapped for care tonight again. Every week it gets me. I come in and I have tears. I want to say for every single person working right now thank you. Our medics and cleaners in hospitals, fire fighters, police all those working in food shops, especially our delivery drivers, post workers, bus drivers, bin men and more. All of you who are working at the other end of phones for whoever you are all amazing.

 

For those of you who are staying in doors to save lives, again, you are all heroes. And I am delighted to say our PM is out of intensive care now. I wish him all the luck and health in the world. I am so proud of our Government it has been amazing in this global crisis.

 

What is a little worrying is how there is so much in the press to show parents what to do to entertain their children? It’s as if parents have become so detached from their children that they have lost skills that our parents had and children don’t have what we had as children

 

Can you imagine the second world war for example, small kids had to wear awful gas masks? By night lights had to be turned off in houses. No television and most kids didn’t have their Dads at home because they were fighting or working to keep the country with heat.

 

They had little food, we still have more than they would have ever seen and their pain went on for years. I pray this will be over with in weeks. Of course, we will still be at risk of catching this, unless we have had it, so we will just have to be aware more in life. but I pray we never forget this time and have more respect for people and our earth.

 

  I so badly miss my friends and if I don’t see my Son soon, I think I am going to have a meltdown. Talking to little Shamrock tonight online, it’s as if they live at the other side of the world. I just can’t wait to hug them.

 

People have been so kind in general I am so proud of Britain.

Whilst we find the situation with COVID-19 dire, the stiff up a lip British humour is out there. This from a husband about his wife.

 “I looked into her eyes, deep into the emerald green, my heart fluttered. I felt a connection, something wonderful, something magical, I was transported to another place, and I thought, blimey, these binoculars, are brilliant.””

 

And for the few uncaring uneducated people among us, this is for you.

“You thought dogs were hard to train? Look at all the humans who can’t sit and stay?””

 

And see what answer you come up with I’m so excited to see what your answers are and I shall try to tell you and explain the answer in my next blog, all I can say is, read it over again.

 1 rabbit saw 6 elephants while going to the river.

Every elephant saw 2, monkeys, going towards the river.

Every monkey holds 1 parrot in their hands.

How many animals are going towards the river?

 

 

 

Monday 6 April 2020

CORONA DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good afternoon Bloggets.

Oh, my, head is like a broken television. The pictures want to be seen clearly, but my eyes don’t work, so, I have to listen to it, but the audio is disturbed by interruptions of buzzing and crackling sounds. In other words, my brain isn’t good enough to cope with the vast knowledge that I have been given today but I so badly want to understand everything. Okay, so right now you are watching the same TV as me? You are asking yourself what the heckers am I talking about?

 

The answer is written here. By now I am sure you have read enough of my blogs to know I don’t believe this COVID-19, is a virus. I believe it is a chemical to change the earth, the leaders, humans as we know them. I also have received so much information from people about the bible and the prophecies and it looks like this what we are going through now was predicted in the bible.

 

My Christian friends are telling me it is the beginning of the ending of earth and those with faith, will be taken to heaven. Well what for those who don’t want to go to heaven just yet but want to stay on a better earth with our loved ones?

 

What for those who just want this to be all a huge lesson to teach us right ways and to respect, appreciate and care more?

 

The sad fact is, a lot of people will not learn, then can’t this so-called virus not take those people and leave good people alone?

 

All I know is when we had all that terror a couple of years ago when the so-called Russians were meant to have released the Novichok chemical/poison, in Salisbury, our leaders went crazy accusing Russia. And now China have started this damage, no one is saying anything against them. Why?

 

 There is so much speculation out there about 5 G as well having a part in this. I want the good things from this, I want a better cleaner world full of kind people like two kids in our street who volunteered to get Hub and myself any shopping if we needed it. That really touched my heart. The birds are sounding so lovely and the air is cleaner. People may be more grateful for what they will have again, or will we ever again have what we had? If we get it back easily, will we fast go back to the way we were before? Or, is this the start of the end of the world, or the start of a higher Government controlling our every move through 5 G. it’s scary times for sure.

 

Yesterday I was on my way to the gym. My gym. Let me tell you, that does sound rather glamorous, but in fact rather than walking along my acre of path through a leafy treed avenue to pass the lake where I enjoy a boat ride in warmer weathers left shoulder going  in the direction of the tennis court where our Boy Wonder and Shamrock delight in a game of tennis and loving  my beautiful sensory garden where by fragrant blooms and herbs fill the air and in the gentle breeze bells ring from trees as water falls from fountains.

   Instead, I open my front door, turn right down a step and there it is, in all it’s glory, my garage door which  leads me into my home gym that sits among blown in leaves, boxes and summer garden furniture as well as a huge box with a project in for my son when we are allowed to have his company again, oh and so much more. There is so much in there it’s almost a pleasure to stand on the treadmill or sit on my bike, I feel like I have more room there.

 

It was a sunny day yesterday and Hub and I thought we would have our first peaceful Sunday of the year, as of course there would be less cars on the road, right?

Wrong.

Whispers would be heard from our neighbours it would be so quiet, right?

Wrong. I think every single power tool was out yesterday even ones I have never heard of. Sounds I didn’t know were possible. but in this noise, on the way to my garage, I heard my lovely Di, my neighbour shouts my name then my dear neighbour right next door to us thank goodness is back, she came out to join in with the crowd of Corona conversation. Keeping our distance from one another, but still among the drilling, hammering and motor sounds we were able to shout our way to give one another support and respect. We have the best neighbours I can call my friends, my family!

 

Talking of my family, I’m in touch with my brothers and sisters as well as my Son and little Sham.

But I can’t wait to give our kids a huge hug. Missing human contact.

Sending you all a virtual hug. Until tomorrow. Xx

  

 

 

TIME TO MOVE ON #PoetryByFionaCummings


TIME TO MOVE ON

By Fiona Cummings

 

I remember the days when our vision was a haze

When we breathed in air, that just didn’t care

The birdsong was a distant memory

To younger people it was a story

I remember when our world was so noisy

The sound of silence was a mystery

I remember when we met up with our family

And made contact with a cuddle

The norm was a lot of hustle and bustle

Our news was fake

And business was met with a hand shake

I remember when we were told the world had a virus

This made me furious

Though now I wonder

If a scientist’s blunder

Will bring back humanity

Though at the cost of my sanity

Our air is better

And though poison travelled on a letter

We read enough to learn how to communicate with neighbours

Doing each other favours

Mass showing of our appreciation of others

All standing together

Sisters and brothers

And though we had to spend time apart

Those we love were, and always, will remain in our heart

 God bless our earth

And the birth

Of all what is new

This beautiful view

The clean air

The fish in our rivers

That we thought had long gone

To the choirs that give song

Thinking how it was before, gives me shivers

Swans they swim

For most, the future won’t be grim

We are all in this together

Gliding on the angel’s feather

Keep faith in what is to come

Our maker has spoken

Look to the sun

The earth has been choking

Time to move on

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

Thursday 2 April 2020

COPING DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. I hope to have an early night tonight but as it is past eleven p m now, that is looking doubtful.

I’m not feeling too well. I’m hoping it’s because I over did the gym or because I didn’t eat until 6 pm rather than it be this evil virus that’s falling on us like a blanket of suffocation.

 

I’m coughing, I have the most awful headache and chest pains and a temperature.

But it could be asthma or stress.

 

I can’t remember what day of lockdown we are on in Great Britain, may be twelve? But I am suffering from cabin Fever. I’m missing my friends and my BW and Shamrock.

 

Yesterday Shamrock dropped off a few food items for us and she spoke to me from half way down our drive. I felt so awful not being able to let her in. I hated that so much and as she left to get into her car, I had a lump in my throat. I’m furious now as this virus or, whatever it is, is hurting people, it’s keeping families apart and killing loved ones.

 

 The air quality is so much better though, and it’s so lovely to hear birds in our garden. I live in a city so nice sounding birds just don’t visit. But this week they are. And because the cars on the road have halved, I can actually hear nature.

 

Some people are panicking thinking there isn’t going to be an ending to this. Well I pray there will be and sooner rather than later.

 

There are scientists all over the world trying to find a cure for it. Or at least some vaccination to treat the virus.

 

Our Prince Charles and Prime Minister who both have it, are thankfully on the mend.

 

A couple of very elderly people who were diagnosed with COVID-19 are now on the mend too. But younger people are dying the last young person in the UK, to die was only 13 and they say he was healthy. That is scary for all of us.

 

I must say our Son and Sham have been so good over this as has the young girl in our avenue of all sorts. It seems to be people in later years who are being very irresponsible.

 

Poor Spain and Italy, have lost so many people I just wonder how it seems to be affecting some countries more than others?

 

So, on a personal level, what has this virus meant to me and my Husband.

 

Well we are almost at midnight and my Husband is still working. From home. He starts every morning at 7.50 has a ten-minute break during the day and half an hour for evening meal then works for a few hours, has an hour break then another three or four hours again.

 

So, though it’s great, he’s not working away overnight from home like normal, he is working a few more hours during each day. My Son is working from his own house as is Shamrock. But because my Boy Wonder has nowhere to go apart from a local walk around where he lives, he is working more overtime than ever. I do worry about his eyes as he is doing too much screen work.

 

We are the lucky ones, so, far, we seem to be OK, though I’m really not feeling too well. And we all have jobs. There are a lot of people who just don’t have an income right now and no savings. They still have children to feed, bills to pay and a future to plan. But with no wages coming in and no outlook of a positive future getting a job, I expect they are terrified right now.

 

We can not get a grocery slot. We are lucky as we have our family who can drop the odd thing off. But I hate asking for help. Normally I hate the word vulnerable. Because we are blind, we are considered to be that. I know a load of sighted people who are miles more vulnerable than us. Haha. But anyway, vulnerable people, or as they dreadfully call us. “The vulnerable”” The. How bad is that?

Are entitled to get priority grocery slots. All on line shopping apps are down but their main websites are up and running. Slow. But when it comes to booking a slot, even though I have the title with my Husband that V word, we still can’t get on line to shop. We have to firstly go onto Gov.co.uk and fill in a form to say we are vulnerable.

 

We looked at the check list and believe it or not, we are not entitled to get priority slots for groceries to be delivered.

 

So, we are always given the V title until it comes to being fed. Perhaps they have seen the mass of the Fifi? Hhehehehehe

 

And imagine this,

ice rinks are to be used as mortuaries.

So sad, but when, this is over with, please God, who would fancy skating again on them?

There is talk that the 40,000 elephants in Thailand, are going to starve because tourists are not visiting and the people who normally feed them are ill. Well set them free instead of chaining them up for tourists to pay to put money into humans’ pockets? Let those people paint beautiful pictures of them photograph them and make elephant statues for houses and gardens? Drive trucks with tourists to see them as free as they were born to be, I know that maybe they wouldn’t survive because they have been in capture too long and this is the tragedy. Pay people to protect them rather than remove them from their natural world. It’s like the days I used to visit the amazing Gorky park in Moscow. Back then it was a truly magical place, before horrid Perestroika spoiled it. The only sad thing I saw was tiny bears with chains tying them to chairs, for tourists to photograph. Horrid and now I learn that China are back with their evil markets full of poor innocent animals like cats and dogs for the horrid people to eat. The poor animals are still alive in cages. they certainly have not learned from this virus.

 

As for shopping for groceries on line again, it’s almost impossible to get a slot for delivery or pick up. Not that we can pick up but if there was a slot, we would probably get a taxi driver to collect our groceries, not the best thing, but such is life. again, we are lucky our kids could do that for us. We can’t visit shops the few that are open, as A, we wouldn’t get assistance. B, we couldn’t stand where the markers are on the ground, and a simple thing like making them tactile seems to have been out of the designers of the markers imagination. And C, can you think of the challenge, when we got to the till how we would manage to find the food on the counter pack it and pay using contactless but remember you can only spend on contactless I think it’s up to £45 now. where is the machine? Haha, we would be able to do all of that as long as we got a semi intelligent person or at least one with common sense  on the till who would know her or his left from their right so they can direct us to know where the machine is to wave our payment card.

 

Try calling local butchers, fruit and veg even bakeries are now delivering to your house and milk men are up 70% in sales. They can not only deliver your milk but yogurts and other produce. Thank God for the internet. China so far have not been able to take over our internet providers. Not, yet!

 

To all those who are working to keep our country going, a huge thank you and I pray you will be all safe. From Police to medics to fire fighters, to shop staff and all those who are on the other side of phones. To all those kind souls who are checking neighbours to see if they are OK to the amazing staff at our Guide Dogs team who are again, at the end of a phone as I imagine there are so many people who are blind who are in a really bad way right now. please if your neighbour is blind or with poor sight, please make sure they are OK by knocking on their door, shouting through the closed door or stepping back when they answer. And for those who are blind, please be careful who you give money to. For all of you who are making lives easier, God bless you!