BLUE EGGS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good after noon Bloggets. Here I am in my back garden. The birds are still singing, I say still, as the sounds of the cars on the nearby road haven’t caught up with the birds yet, they are still hoping that us humans are still on lock down and their skies are clean, clear and the pollution from the traffic is so small, it’s not bothering or choking them.  Their sweet song has been the best thing about this killer virus. I say killer as it has sadly killed so many people, but, it’s also had its benefits to the environment such as somewhere in England a white stalk has laid eggs for the first time since 1400 and something, six hundred years ago was the last time this bird laid eggs in England. Fish are swimming in our rivers who have been strangers to our waters for so long, the annoying thing about lock down being slightly relaxed is, we were told there were some sports we could do again. Such as, fishing and hunting. For Gods sake, why? Why allow this evil to murder the beauty that is in our world. Let people play, golf, tennis and so on do we really have to murder innocent creatures? Can’t we leave them alone can’t we learn from this lesson that is far from over?

 

The sun is out, there is a breaz but it’s refreshing.  A pigeon is singing in a near by tree, the same song, do they not get sick of hearing the same words over and over again, or is it us, who can’t hear the other tones the pigeon is making? Or, does he sing the same song, but in his eyes or the turn of his head translates to other birds what he means?

 

There is a high pitch bird I think protecting her nest and another bird that sounds as if it’s kissing someone’s cheek. Another one is flying around and singing as she flies. And then there are the crows. Hmm.

 

I am waiting for my shopping to be delivered. They have not let me know yet of the time they will be coming. I just hope it’s not within the next half hour, or I won’t hear the doorbell. But normally we get a text to let us know the rough time and we have not had that. That is a bit worrying. As it’s due within the next five hours.

 

My Husband put the order in this week, he said it was due on Tuesday, haha, he better not have thought it was this week and it’s indeed next!

 

How are you all doing these days? I hope you are managing to eat well and keep as fit as possible then if this hideous whatever catch’s you, you will be healthy enough to beat it. Talking of health, my treadmill has gone to the mill in the sky. It’s dead. I have killed it. It took its final smoke and pop pop bang a few days ago. I’m annoyed as I need it more than ever.

 

For part of our dinner tonight, I have made mash potato with herbs. Added salt and pepper lots of butter (very healthy) and cheese. On the left side of a oven dish, I put a hole in the potato and cracked an egg in. why the left? That will be hubs side, why the left? Because I’m always right……..

 

Now to decide what to have with it. My son is a fantastic cook he has a great imagination too and he thrives on healthy food. I brought him up well. From a baby I have always given him lots of fruit and vegetables and it’s now shown in his lifestyle. Shame I am good at giving out goodness, but not so good at taking it in myself.

 

Oh, the smell of manure is wafting in from the fields. Fields? Where, I live in the city. It’s mixing in with the blossom in my garden and the sun that is burning the wood on our fence. The fragrance from food that is being cooked in our international avenue of all sorts evening meal preparation’s and a smell that is quite nice that I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Until now. it’s only my sun tan lotion. Hahaha.

 

I could sit out here and chat forever but soon I have to go in and cook dinner. Hub is working till six tonight. A ten-hour working day. He will be starving he hasn’t had a thing to eat all day. He has had no time and he insists in eating in my peace room where I have a lovely massage chair. It’s the only room in my house that isn’t cluttered with stuff. You know, just stuff. Life. it’s a clear room for a clear mind. Only it’s full of the Hubster all day now as he works from home. What is wrong with his office? Good question. That room used to be our son’s bedroom I kind of feel sad when I enter it, I wish he was still with us. The pain of him living elsewhere burns my heart, but I am blessed we still see each other, I know some of you readers don’t see your children as they live too far away, I could never ever live far from my Son and I hope that choice is never removed from me.

 

My biscuit man is due but I didn’t know he was coming back until one of my neighbours phoned me. So, I have ordered lots of goodies for our shopping this week. Or, is it this week? Imagine how annoyed I will be if I have said no to our biscuit man and our biscuits are not coming until next Tuesday? Oh, that won’t be a good moment in the Fifi household.

 

The other day we were quite desperate for milk. I felt so flat as I couldn’t go out to our local shop and buy some. This blooming distance thing is killing those of us who are blind. And you get some absolutely evil narrow minded people who say things like if blind people can not keep safe from us, then they should stay in. shocking, if a sighted person can not see me coming with my guide dog, then they need to have a word with Guide Dogs UK.

 

Listening to the radio whilst I was pealing potatoes this afternoon, I was listing to Radio 4 about people talking about how water has affected their lives. Water is such a powerful thing. It can kill, an yet we can’t live without it. I love the sound of water, do you? A lovely water feature is so calming in a garden. Out in my garden, I wouldn’t be able to hear it as it would have to fight against the sounds of the traffic. A trickling babbling stream too, oh, how beautiful!

 

I received a lovely few message from my friend who spoke of the veg she is growing in her garden. That is a perfect life. one of the people in this afternoons radio show said she used to keep chickens and they produced blue eggs. Gosh, how pretty.

 

My early readers, old Bloggets as you are lovingly known as, do you remember our canary? He was Irish you know. Oh, he could sing. Why has my mind gone from chickens to our Irish canary? Oh, I guess the sun is getting to me I shall go in now and cook. Such a wonderful life. a hot day and a hot oven. Bliss.

 

 

 

A CHAT BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good afternoon Bloggets. The sun is shining the air is still clean and it’s coo’oo’oo’oo’oold. Last weekend my skin burned in the garden now I am wearing jumpers.

 

Another week has come its clap for care tonight again. Our weekly outing at our front door where we shout hello to our neighbours. I always clap for those amazing delivery guys too who bring our post, and shopping. I honestly do not know what we would have done without them. They are my hero’s. and they are so very kind and caring. So, tonight staff from Ocado and Tesco, my hands will be applauding you.

 

Before some fun, just a public notice please. If you see someone with a guide dog or white cane in your area where you are, please still shout hello to them and remember they may not know you are talking to them, but if they hear you, they will be so grateful I’m sure and if they are trying to cross a busy road, they  may need help, but obviously in this terrible time we  are having to be forced into, we can’t be too close to others, so if you just say in a voice where they can hear you, do you need help crossing the road, then you can let them know when it’s safe to cross from a distance. Staff who are in shops, if you see someone with a guide dog or cane, please keep the distance but ask if you can get them anything or let them follow you with their dog, keep talking to them so they know where you are, hey can do their best in keeping their distance and if they hear where you are, then it’s easier to follow you. If you need to stop, then please just tell the person behind you that you are stopping and they, will too.

 

Please good people, we need your help to get us out of this awful prison we find ourselves in. just as our wonderful public were just getting used to us, the Blindies, you know, those people who are so different to the sighted kind of beings? Joking, we are you, only our eyes are broken. Or behind our eyes in my case. No, you cheeky lot, not my brain…. haha.

 

Listening to our broadcast from our lovely hard-working Government last night, we did find our blood pressure was raised. So, we can go into a stranger’s house, to view a property we may need to buy, but we can’t have the kids we gave birth to who don’t live with us in our house. Their family homes. Our children can go back to school next month but Grandparents can’t see them in their house. It’s killing me as you all know not being able to hug my Son and I have not seen Shamrock forever. It seems.

 

Just a few questions for you before we get on to the next subject.

What is the most curious letter in the Alphabet?

Answer? Go on, take a guess, this one is easy….

 

 (Y)

 

What can you hold, without ever touching it?

Again easy, well, because I have the answer in front of me, otherwise, this would have taken me some time to answer, but I think I would eventually. Come on, take a guess? Read it again. What can you hold, without ever touching it?

 

 And now, for the answer?

A conversation…

 

I love this one, it’s so cute.

I don’t have wings, yet I can fly, I don’t have eyes though I can cry. What am I?

A cloud.

Sweet that one isn’t it?

 

So many of my friends are making their gardens so beautiful. Still and I think forever, the rose will be the most popular flower to grow in England. The red rose is the symbol of England. I love the smell of roses but don’t like the thorns on them. We have one in our front garden, oh it’s so sweet. Hub butchers it every year cuts it right down to the ground and every year it comes back smiling and boasting of its beauty. I love it. We can even smell it in our back garden.

 

Dwarf candytufts otherwise known as fairy mixed.

Oh, these sounds lovely, the colours are amazing. Silver, lilac and maroon and deep red almost purple.

 

Persian carpet, oh just like a carpet, these are gorgeous. Colours include gold, apricot, purple, cream, orange and rose and as well as being beautiful, they smell stunning but they are for spring only.

 

Talking of spring, yep, my mind is off on one again. How did I come to this subject? Well, when it is spring here it is winter in South Africa. Hahaha. Yes, maybe you are still wondering how I came to this subject, as am I to be honest, but my dearest friend from SA, was telling me today of the new virus rules over there. Oh, my goodness. They soon will be allowed to go shopping after lockdown, but they will only be allowed to buy certain kinds of bedding, and not for the garden, see, there is a connection. Hahahaha also they can only buy sweaters/jumpers, but not trousers, boots and long-legged Pyjamas. Oh, my Lordie.

What if they need shoes? So, are they expected to go out for their daily exercise in jumpers but not trousers?

 

My sweet friend and our Blogget in SA, has a stunning garden, it sounds so peaceful. Most of my friends have lovely gardens too. I would love one. But one I can start myself not one that is established.

 

Just as I am envious of my friends who are amazing in their gardens or have beautiful gardens, such as our Blogget and friend Carrie, her fingers were green before she discovered paints and Crayola. I love those of you who upcycle. In other words, get other people’s trash and turn them into useful or even better, stunning items. Gosh if I could see I think I would really be into that. Like painting furniture for example, I think if I had sight I would never ever be bored.

 

Do you like going to second hand show rooms/shops? Auction houses? I love them. Why is that I mean why do I like old things? Apart from my Husband, he is not old…… not yet.

 

Let’s take a look at some funny things that have sold in auction.

The balloon dogs. A huge orange dog made from balloons. A ten-foot sculpture created by an artist in America. Jeff Koons. This sold for 58.4 million dollars. Shocking what a waist of money. I mean, it would deflate?

 

John Lennon’s tooth that he gave to his house keeper in the UK, sold for 30 thousand pounds almost $32,000

For a tooth? Gross who would even buy that? Mind you, who would buy a load of balloons too.

 

Elvis’s underwear sold for $8,000 but his bible almost £100,000 shocking. Some people have more money than sense.

 

A slice of our queen Elizabeth wedding cake that was 65 years old sold too. The original cake in full stood at 9 feet tall and used ingredients from Australia and South Africa. So, for the one slice, how much did someone pay for that? £758 about $950

 

Gosh… that was in 2015 I wonder where it is now and how much it would get in auction today?

 

Oh, I love this, a lovely lady to thank for these notes left by the British public. You know we have milk men? this is a man in a cart who drives around the neighbourhoods and delivers milk, eggs, yogurts etc, and in the days of glass bottles, we used to leave a note in the empty bottles that got recycled long before recycling became popular. For example, please leave an extra pint of milk on Friday. Well, here is a small collection of notes that have been left to milk men in the past.

“I’ve just had a baby, please leave another one!””

Please leave a bottle of paralysed milk!”” haha, they meant pasteurised.

“my back door is open, please leave milk in fridge, money is in cup but please leave change in 20p pieces because we want to play bingo tonight.”” But my favourite one is

“Please leave no milk at number 14 either because he is dead until further notice.””

Hahahaha. Until further notice? Is he going to come back alive?

 

OK I shall leave you in peace. Breathe fresh air and try to stay calm. Just as nothing good lasts forever, neither does anything bad.

(So I’m told) hahaha.

 

 

ANOTHER DAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good evening Bloggets. I hope I find you all well? Oh, my goodness, it’s 1 in the morning, no wonder my head is full of everything, as I am sure my blog will show. It’s this time when I can write for England, and never stop writing and it’s this time when sometimes my writing can be rather dangerous as my head is open to words and ideas, it’s also fighting to get words to screen and chat about everything as it comes into my head.

 

 Well I’m still doing my treadmill every single day. Doing it? Em, using it, haha. So much so, it’s actually groaning, moaning and worse, smoking…. Oh seriously, it’s ill. I shouldn’t go on it but I have built up so much fitness I am scared to lose it. And I can’t walk fast anywhere in fact with this dam COVID, I can’t walk anyway on my own I just can’t do the two-metre thing and my guide dog didn’t learn that at Guide Dog training school, hahaha.

 

On our news they are talking about how people won’t be able to have holidays abroad this year. Well join the club we haven’t been abroad for four years. Just be glad you are alive to see another year of holidays, hopefully, next year. If, there is a vaccination by then.  

 

The situation with children going back to school is really annoying me. Firstly, the teachers are expected to teach the kids, watch where they are going making sure they don’t get too close and now they are saying the staff will have to constantly clean the desks etc after the children have used them. So, they are expected to be cleaners now as well? Also, a child can go into a classroom with different children from different families and mixing with adults i.e. teachers from other families. An yet the same children are not allowed to be with family members such as Grand parents who are not aloud to be in the same room as each other.

 

 They are talking about those who have recovered from COVID who were in hospital on ventilators. and how many medics are involved in the recovery

 We know about the Doctors and nurses, but Physio therapists, Dietitians, Psychologists speech therapists and cognitive support and other mental health workers, this is just a few of the people who need to be there to get these poor people back to a place where they can start to heal. All of those people and more, per person. One man was saying he couldn’t move a muscle but was having dreadful terrors and hallucinating imagining he was looking at his freshly dug up grave. How awful is that especially as he couldn’t move or speak, shout scream or do anything to get out of the horrid situation he was in. He visited hell in his mind. So, for those who say it’s just a cold, you really do need educating.

 

OK enough heavy stuff. Let’s escape into a place in our minds that is far away from reality.

Or, is it?

Dimension. Are you familiar with this word? Do you believe in other dimensions? When you are alone in a dark place, do you feel something around you? Even though I am blind, I still get spooked in the dark. Why is this? Is it not dark for me all the time? If so, why do I not get that shiver down my back during the day, do you get a feeling as if something else not necessarily human, is near you, by your side, but not in our world. My old readers who have been with my blogs for years, will now be saying, oh, no, Fifi is off on one again, haha, no, just a thought for you to think out of the box. Most people have had those experiences where they get scared from time to time. Some people wouldn’t walk through a graveyard at night for example. Why? If there is nothing out there but us? Most people have felt as if there is someone behind them but when they look, there isn’t. I must say, that is one thing among many things that is scary when blind, you get that feeling, but can’t properly check that there is anyone there or not.

 

There are things in our world we can co-exist with using our 5^th sense. I know this sounds far fetched especially as we all know people who don’t have any sense, let alone a 5^th sense. And there are people like me, who are quite happy to let others experience with their 5^th sense and leave me to my sometimes-sensible self. But it is an interesting thought that there are other beings or shapes or objects by our side, but we are not meant to see or feel them or know them. Why? Is it because we go there next? Why is heaven up there in the sky? Why is heaven not under the sea or to our left? Angels fly, so they must come from the sky, right? Well, is that not just their form of transportation? Birds fly, but they also land on the ground and drink from lakes etc. they don’t fall from the sky when they are born, they can be born in a low shrub.

 

Is God an actual physical being? If so, where does he or she live? What does he or she eat? Who was Gods Mother and wife? Who was the Grand Mother of Jesus? If heaven is another dimension, then, how do we get there? When we die, do our souls shoot through the black holes and get to heaven through that way and do other aliens go there too? My friends who are Christians really are not afraid of dying in fact they kind of get scarily excited when they talk of dying as that is when they will meet their hero, someone they have worshipped all their lives. For me, I am petrified of dying and I am not ready to go there yet as for me travelling downstairs, no thanks, I’m very blonde fair skin I burn too easily… also it took me about forty years before I dared to light a match for my candles let alone stoke the fire in Satan’s sitting room.

 

Here is a good question, well, I think it is. If we believe in life after death, surely, we must believe in life before birth?

 

There is such documented papers about life before birth just as people talk of their   near-death experiences. The patient who is near death will feel themselves slipping away to another realm. Some see relatives who have died before them and others can see a spirit world and get to choose if they want to come back as themselves or a new born baby. I have spoke about a lady called Margery who was my neighbour for so many years when I was a child. She was amazing at seeing into the future. Everything she told us came true. When she first met my Son as a new born, she calmly said. “Fiona, he has been here before!”” at the time I wasn’t sure what she meant, but now I do. My Son was so different and so advanced as a child and he knew things that I hadn’t taught him. He said things that were far beyond his years. I’m talking when he was just under the age of two for example. His thoughts and words were of the age of an old soul. I have always said, he is my angel, and I’m not just saying that as a Mother who worships her Son.

 

Some will remember last year I lost my dear friend who was like a surrogate mother to me. My Husband adored her as did our Son. It would have been her birthday on Saturday gone. Well, her Husband carried on looking after her dog though it was my friends wish for her dog to be put to sleep if she died. Some would say this was a bad thing, but the dog was old and not in the best health. Also, my friend was the dog’s life. and the dog was my friend’s life.

Well three days ago was my friend’s birthday, and today little Sally my friends dog had to be put to sleep. A birthday gift for my Vivi. I am so sad for the loss of Sally, but so happy if she has gone to Vivi. Now they will both be happy, though my heart breaks for those who loved her and will miss her.

 

My friend Vivi, see, there is a connection, really did believe she would go to heaven. She should have done as she was a wonderful person. She went to church most weeks too. She wasn’t afraid of dying I wish I could have that belief, another thing, those of you who do smile when you talk about meeting with Jesus or God, do you not worry about leaving your loved ones here on earth? If I was told I had a month to live, I would pine for my Husband and Son. Because I know they would hurt like nothing before…. But my friends who believe, just say, well I know we will meet up again when it’s their turn. But how do they know? I want to know; I want to believe so much. If we did, life would be so much better if I knew I would see my loved ones and one day we would all be together, then I wouldn’t grieve neither would any one else. Are we meant to suffer, if so why and how do we remember those we love who we leave and if we remember when we go to heaven, then how can we not remember the life we had before our time on earth?

 

OK Bloggets, I’m going to tell you the truth now. at the near top of my blog when I wrote enough of reality, I totally intended in writing some puzzles for you, seriously I promise that to be true. I really don’t have a clue how on earth I started to write about this subject, perhaps the puzzles can wait for another day?

WHERE DO WE GO?BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I have just been watching the last part of a science fiction thriller series called devs. It’s American and in eight parts. The series explores free will and determination. It’s all about Silicone Valley culture. It’s not the kind of series I would normally watch, but as I am intrigued by the afterlife, other lands such as heaven and what goes on in Government like organisations that we don’t even know about, this show gripped my attention.

 

I have been asked to write about heaven by a lovely guy from the US called Matt.

 

What is heaven? Where is it and who goes there if anyone?

Of course, the truth is, I don’t know, neither does those who seem to 100 per cent believe in God. I have some very lovely friends who talk about God as if he is their neighbour, he is so real to them. I don’t have that kind of mind sadly I need total proof. Now, they will say they have proof, but their interpretation of their truth just doesn’t make sense to me.

 

I believe that there is something else other than us on earth as my mind is open and I have seen things in life that just don’t make sense.

 

My existence alone makes me wonder what is out there  for me. I have strong faith but it’s just not like those of my friends who live by the bible.

 

So, what is my faith and what makes it so different to those who pray to a god they absolutely believe is real? I guess if I go knocking on heavens door or gates one day, and God comes to me and says the bible is true Fiona, I wouldn’t be shocked equally I wouldn’t be shocked if I headed towards a gate and found little green men behind there or scaly creatures with red eyes. That is what I mean when I say I have an open mind. But I don’t believe we are here on earth and that is that. Having said that, one of my friends is so relaxed about dying, he isn’t at all afraid of it and he takes risks as his belief is so strong, he believes when it’s his turn to die, it will happen and not a second before.

 

I have a kind of thought if we take our lives before it is our time, we may not go to where we were meant to go. A kind of God whoever whatever that God may be or look like in appearance or just a feeling we have when we meet him, had planned for us.

 

Maybe we get lost in a vacuum and that kind of was what the show I was telling you about looks at. It’s all about time travel and seeing into the future. Those of you who know me will know I am very much into mediums and getting readings, and again my friends who are religious hate that about me as they call it devil worshipping. I don’t agree. I hate what the so-called devil stands for. I certainly would never ever deal with something like a Ouija board.

And I feel I can tell the good readers/mediums and the bad. I myself have been able to see things that happen some time later in life, a week, month or year. Never beyond a year. I hated it and thank our maker, I have less and less of those visions now. but still they haunt me with their threat of forcing me to see things I don’t understand and don’t want to understand. I’m not a devil so, why should someone be who has my so-called gift but has excepted it to work with it and tell others about it?

 

For those who think I am mad already, is that because you are afraid of such thoughts or you have closed your minds to anything out of the box?

 

Well this show really lived out side of the box and the world they visited, was really strange. Two of the characters died and ended up coming back to life, living in the same world to the viewers/listeners, but it wasn’t real life, it was another world and a world that was technical and far beyond my imagination but the world they lived in was viewed on a screen and that is where silicon valley came into it, as the projector and screens had to stay switched on otherwise the characters would again die. So, it was as if a television program was being acted out in front of whoever wanted to watch it, only it was high security and not for the knowledge of the normal person on the street.

 

So, what if heaven is like that what if God is watching us on a big screen? What if his coding creates us and controls us? But when we are meant to go down a path, we rebel and go down another track? Does that person, God, watching the screen get cross with us? Are Gods plans all trashed because we have shown will and determination?

 

What if this earth is a showground for what may come in our next life? how we act here defines where we will go next?

 

My life has been so hard and I have lived existed through so many tragedies and personal tests that I should have many times sat in a chair and just ended it all. The only thing that stopped me from doing that is total fear of the next stage in life. if there is any. I am sure we are not here to just die. End of, finito.  I believe in those feelings we get called Déjà vu and I believe we are born to or be brought up by those chosen for us by something we have not learned about yet.

 

What is heaven to you? For me it’s a place we go where there is no war, no anger or badness in any way. The air is pure clean fresh and the temperature is perfect. Birds fly with their stunning colours colours that almost make us squint when we first start to see them as our eyes have never seen such colours, such patterns on the tiny beautiful birds that sing as if water flowing through Christel flutes.

 

Flowers grow and when we look at them, we smile. Our hearts feel so light, we are not aware of problems or worries and our past is forgotten about just as here on earth our past has been, I mean past as in before we were born.

 

We are reunited with those we love and all of our pets come to us but we don’t recognize them as our pets or family. They are new people we are introduced to. But they are our people.

 

We live there but some of us have to go to other planets to help those in need, on earth we called those beings angels.

 

That scares me too as places we get sent to are places that we have never ever experienced before. Dark worlds with creatures we don’t recognize. Smells we have never smelled before and we shiver with fear. But some will choose to stay in heaven, we have had our hard life, we have learned our lessons and now it’s time to wrest.

 

But who is our maker, and who made him, her, or it?

 

 

 

 

LAST YEAR 2020 BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Dearest Bloggets, how are you all doing/feeling? For those of my Bloggets who are living on your own, especially those of you who can’t get out for whatever reason, I’m feeling your stress, pain and loneliness! Please readers, if you know of someone who is living on their own, can you phone them for a chat, email them or knock on their door, step away as they answer and just ask them if they are OK? Try to have a light chat with them and remember, they may not be in such a good mood, so be prepared, but you could save a life by doing this.

 

I have been so touched by some people who have asked if we need help, people I never imagined and those people will stay in my heart forever. I won’t forget it for sure, especially the kids in our street, there are two who work in a shop who have offered to get us anything we need, I feel so warm inside when I think of that moment of kindness. We have not taken them up on their offer, but if I was totally desperate, I know they are there and that is the most important thing. As when this all started, oh the level of anxiety was so terrible I am sure that was part of the contribution towards my heart pains I was having for a week. Total panic struck I was having panic attacks worrying myself sick wondering how we were going to get our shopping especially when we couldn’t even get a slot for a delivery.

 

Hub and I are so independent mainly because in our past when we did ask for help, we didn’t get it, so we learned to do it on our own. And what we can’t do we do without, but when it comes to food, that is a totally different situation, again, because of my past.  And I think I need to keep learning to drop my past and live for now and the future, having said that, who would have guessed that last year at this time we would be talking about 2020 being a year when we were all told we couldn’t hug our children if they didn’t live in our house, we couldn’t even have our kids in our house and we couldn’t go shopping as most shops if not all would be closed?

 

I’m not sure how it will work when Hub goes back to work as right now, he goes by train well how can you as a person without sight, avoid people? And from what I have heard, people are seeing people with guide dogs and they are not doing anything to keep away from them and then we have the situation where by a year ago, I would have said to those gifted with sight, if they see a person who is blind out in the town, village, on transport, to just ask if they need assistance? Now we are saying avoid us? Gosh it’s awful. Especially as how now can we get assistance in the train station? Unless the staff who normally do that job wear PPE?

 

I know right now my Husband is working with trying to sort that out.  He is working fine from home, but there is so much to do he is working very hard with a ten minute break after about five hours work then back to writing, and mainly having on line meetings about what to do next. He is shut away in a room whilst I am here downstairs with my beautiful dogs who are coping with this nightmare we are living through.

 

I say nightmare, but so far thank God, no one I love has died and I thank God for that every day. We have a lovely house and now, food and no stress about getting food after four weeks of hell, we now can order with ease.

 

Hell, as in I am missing my tiny family so much. I told my Son I am going to hug him so much I am never going to leave go. Haha. He thinks I’m joking…

 

My dearest friends Geordie, my footballer’s wife, and the footballer himself have been coming to my house once a week to take our dogs out for a walk and they have walked the legs off them. The process is funny, she texts me when she has arrived and I send them out with leads attached and they grab them half way down the drive.

 

Coming back, they do the same text I open the door the dogs run in I sterilise the leaders and collars then take them out brush them put hand gel on my hands and wipe them down then come in and clean my hands

But to be honest, I’m not sure we really know what is best, who knows how this is spread. I really believe it’s airborne. I fear it’s going to mutate and we may find a vaccination, but if it mutates, we will be back to square one surely?

 

I know all across the world I am hearing from people who are saying the birds sound so much louder. Perhaps they are happier or there are a few more of them or we are just hearing them now as there isn’t as much horrid traffic sounds.

 

They too may be enjoying the clean air.  In parts of Africa where cars would once travel, lions are now sleeping. And geese are laying eggs in places where would once be populated.

 

So, when we are feeling so sad and worried, think of the beautiful creatures who are not being ruined by man.

Oh. And woman….

 

When we are feeling alone, think of the future when we will have dinner again with our loved ones where as who knows, if we had mingled and carried on as normal, we or they, may not have had a future. And we would never again be allowed to have hugs or family meals with them as one of us would be missing….

 

As a person who is blind, this is a worrying time for me and my Husband. Both having no vision at all, what does our future look like and on a totally selfish note, 2020 was meant to be the year when our Government in the UK were to give a lot of money to eye research, but obviously now that won’t be happening.

 

I have to say, I am very proud of our government who I feel have done an amazing job and hold their meetings so eloquently every day at 5 pm.

 

I still sit around my Alexa and listen to the broadcast and when Hub can, he joins me.

 

I hope we all learn from this time and I hope we will all be better people because of it. Less selfish, kinder to others and moreover, the environment. I hope we all walk places rather than get in our cars and ask our neighbours if they need anything when we go shopping, to save them going if they need only a couple of items. Halving the traffic and people, or at least significantly reducing the amount of people out and about.

 

Hang in there and lets all hope for a better, brighter more beautiful future. Remember, talk to each other and you can email me any time.

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