DOWN @ THE FARM BY FIONA CUMMINGS

DOWN @ THE FARM

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 A Turkey trotted through the troubled farmer’s yard

Whilst Bobby the bull in the nearby field looked so hard

Lucy lamb looked lovely

 A perfect picture for a birthday card

 Then there was Pedro, the pink pig

As he practiced doing a Barn yard jig

Gerry the Gerble joined in with some Strauss

Molly mouse stayed in the house

Helping Henrietta hen with homemade cake

Keeping the doors closed to make safe the snake

As slithery Stuart, liked to slip out of his coat

For Billy the beetle to use for a boat

Then there was Gretel, the grinning goat

Who slept in a haystack with a stoat?

Chuckles the chicken, chatted to Charlie the Chipmunk

And there was Dexter the duck, who always looked drunk

Maisie the milk maid poured milk shake

And Tommy the truck driver tackled a heavy crate

Edward the egg collector, enjoyed his job

Racing with Rodger and Rob

All three filled the brown baskets

With eggs for organic omelettes

Along comes Gary, the grumpy Farmer

Gritting his teeth looking at the monthly sheets

Watching his farm as it depletes

Can’t count at night the sheep

Stressed as his pennies decrease

Flying over the crops are all the geese

Gary with his gun getting ready to run

But few, no need as the birds head for the sun

Boris the bunny burrows just in time

Horus the horse is being groomed till he shines

Wilfred is collecting grapes from the vine

It is the season for making wine

I think that is where Dexter the duck spends most of his time

Just an insight on our farm may your day be mighty fine

HUGS & KISSES FROM FIONA CUMMINGS

OK, you know me, this page is full of a little of everything, but sometimes I like to do some research on the oddest things and here is one of those bits of research. It has baffled me all weekend since I had this thought so had to look into my queries.

I just wondered why we put an x, for a kiss, on notes, cards and letters, as well as the net. So this is why!

The X, we place on envelopes and so on, dates back to the middle ages, when the  Christian cross drawn on documents to represent   was a sign of sincerity, faith  and honesty.

For those signers, who could not write, a cross was placed and then the person would kiss the cross to show their sworn oath.

 Now I thought the sign of the O, was new, but no. It is of North American descent, and when arriving to the United States, Jewish immigrants, most of whose first language was Yiddish, would use an O to sign documents, not to use the sign of the cross

  OK, so when I received an online message with XOXO, I thought I was in for a good game of naughts and crosses, but no, that means kisses and hugs. Now, some research says that the X, represents the four lips and the O is the arms hugging. This is from a bird’s eye view!!!! O …K

Hahaha. So what I need to ask now, is, who the heck asked the bird?

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

  

 

IT WAS A HOOTOVSKY

Good morning Bloggets. How are you all today? It’s cool and very damp here in the north of England. For the first time in weeks, or even some months, outside our bedroom window, it has not been like a building site this morning. Guess who could not sleep in? Yours truly.

No neighbours having their Sunday session of friendly banter no car doors slamming, no trucks going to work, no children going to school or playing outside, no dogs barking and no digging, no drilling,  no skips being off loaded or taken away, no hammering not even any geese. And not a wink of sleep from me.

My honey is now on his flight to the great USA. Oh I tried to play a prank on his work friend today. Hubs friend is a nut, and so much fun. Hub says he goes into pretend Russian when they are together and doesn’t care where he is when doing this language. Of course it is not real, so Hub thought it would be a good idea, if I was to withhold my phone number and call Hubs friend who is with him today and speak Russian to him. I said well, he will just put the phone down thinking it is a prank. My Hub said no, and reassuring me, he continued to tell me that his friend would probably break out into his pretend Russian. Well, I called when I knew the two of them were in a taxi, in transit from Peterborough to London. So I called the number of the friends mobile. He answered rather sheepishly, as obviously it came up as anonymous number. I started to talk to him in Russian, there was silence. I then heard him take an enormous breath, then all this hilariousness came out of his mouth. All the Ovskies, Broashkies and Viskies, then the best thing was, he waited for a response. Hehehehehahahahaha. I gave him one by in my expression, acting so very seriously impressed with his attempt to speak the lingo. He then answered and then,

Put down the phone without even saying, dasvidanya!

Hahaha. Oh then I called him back and he was in stitches. Bless him, he did take it in a good way, but, what if I had been real? Oh …My …God!

Perhaps a diplomatic occurrence?

OK, tomorrow I was really wanting to relax with my friend but my joiner who is /was due on Tuesday, phoned to see if  he could come all day tomorrow. But, I want to see my friend and we had planned a lunch, so I said no, so he then said he would have to come on Wednesday then, and it would be two days’ work. Oh God, so Wednesday is the day I sometimes go out with Beanie, so that has been stopped again.  Well, I was not going to cancel Flexi, so told him he will have to come after two if it is his last minute choice to change the day, it is not my fault. I’m sick of this happening; it has been planned for two weeks for the Tuesday. OK, I know things happen and the poor man can’t help this latest thing popping up, so, all forgiven, but he is coming at two, which means I shall have to be back from Flexi at two, so two hours out.

You see I have four boxes of ornaments upstairs and need to get rid of the boxes as they are so much in our way. He is a great joiner, though the shelves I have asked him to do, are not easy, so put that great, on hold until I can say what they are like when done.

My little Waggatail, has progressed on, from chasing the outside broom, to the vacuum. What a pest she is, I’m scared to wack her in the jaw. Oh it’s funny; you should hear her snapping at the brush.

OK, so back to the tasks of the day until later my friends. Xx

SLEEP WELL

Good morning Bloggets. Well, it is cruising towards two a.m. I know my Husband is in bed in his hotel in the south of the UK, so that is stage one of the performances over with. We are now on a break until stage two, when he leaves his hotel to travel to the capital and then stage three is the flight. In the end it took three hours to do a one hour and fifteen minute journey by train. Poor Hub must have been past himself, as normally because he travels so much, he knows each bump on the tracks. Every corner and hill as well as when he is about to go under tunnels, well, not last night, as he went the very long way because of repairs.

My Teen text me to say goodnight and told me bless him, if I needed to phone him, call the Dads house, as the reception cannot be relied upon in the country house.

I have been kept company tonight/last night by a friend on line. What would I do without my computer? Oh, we did have a laugh. He is as mad as me, but has the brain the size of the planet.

I just realised some time ago, I have not had my tea yet, so shall do it now. Toast. With my favourite mushroom pate on

Then I guess I should go to bed? Hmm. May be.

Tomorrow Monday, my friend Flexi and I are doing lunch. Looking forward to seeing her. Tuesday my picture from my friend Angel will arrive and my joiner will come and put up my shelves.  So, until much later, as I am going for a long sleep, though Hub will let me know he is in the taxi I hope then safe to the capital and I think Teen will text to see if I’m OK, as we still do that thank God.

My eyes now feel like lead balloons so nighty night. X

ONES CASTLE

Good evening my Bloggets. I was on the phone to my Yam in the US, as she always calls me bless her whenever she thinks I am in need and in need I blooming was. Just as I was talking to her, my Hub called on the mobile. So house phone in one hand, to America, mobile in the other, I told my Hub to call back in one minute? Said goodbye to Yam, nothing from Hub. I called him, no answer and I text him, still nothing. What is it about my boys, if I am not there to answer calls, I just cannot get a hold of them again for some time. Half an hour ago I spoke with Hub. He sounded so flat and down. Now his voice echoes in my mind and I can’t contact him. Desperate.

The thing I was going to tell you about before, hub told me today, in ten to fifteen years’ time, if things don’t change, local charities for the blind in the UK, won’t exist. The Government give less money to the blind, than what they do for other disabled charities.

This is something the company Hub works for are campaigning for. It’s worrying though. I know people in general give less to charities for the blind, because one, they don’t believe it will happen to them, though a hundred people in the UK, suffer from some form of sight loss every day. Two, blindness is not a matter of dying like some other conditions. I guess we well, some of us, live through being blind, but it’s not always a life worth living. Then when people first go blind, it is the worst news they have ever had to receive and often they just can’t cope with it and can lead to suicide. Then you have blind people who stay in the house, and never leave their front door. Like prisoners. But there is a difference in more ways than one. Prisoners get plenty of public money.

What crime have the blind committed?

In the UK, we used to have loads of charity shops, but they are closing now, and some think the reason for this, is because of on line selling like EBay for example. The world is turning a wheel that is heading in the wrong direction.

 I have let my beasty girls out for their late night meetings with the concrete outside.  Quickly hurried them in and locked all doors and windows. This is a smallish house when my Husband and Son are in it, when I’m on my own; it’s a huge castle, which is fortified against all bogie men!

So tonight, I sit in my Queens chair, with its high back of yellow gold. My crown features glistening diamonds and the rubies which trims my shawl shine, showing shadows of ancient gilded wall hangings across my room, and one hopes that one’s guards are keeping watch, in ones passage behind the parapet of one’s castle walls?

Haha. Right on that rather silly note, one shall leave one in peace until later when I shall be back with lots more. X    

TEARS AND THE TURTLES

OK, loads of tears. So sad my darling Husband has left for some days and my heart is hurting. I really can’t stand the pain without him. But then there are my dogs, who are so loveing. Wagga tail does not like her Mummy crying and Long Chops has made me smile, she lays a sleep in her bed and I heard knocking. I at first jumped but then found a smile deep down, as the realisation kicked in.

She is wagging her tail.

The noise is really funny. You would think she would wake herself up!

Oh you would laugh when I tell you our taxi driver story. I received a text to say our car is waiting. Well, we are getting used to the words saying that the colour of the taxi is such and such and the car make is whatever, as if we can see it? But, when we opened the door, my hub moaned by saying how he thinks the silly driver has gone to another house. Oh no this and that, we grumbled to each other. I was just about to call the company, only to hear a man shout

“Good evening!” It was Hubs driver. He must have arrived early and we heard a man talking to a neighbour outside for ages, but thought it was the friendly lot chatting to each other.

Nope, it was our driver, waiting, listening to us going on about how they can’t ever get the right house…….

Oh …It …Was sooooo funny.

With a red face, I closed the door and left my Husband to deal with our bad behaviour.

So apart from our Long Chops dreaming about endless dishes of dog food, footballs and chasing Waggatail, the house is in silence.

My Husband has a rather boyish week planned in the US. I shall let you know all about it when he returns.

He is only home for twelve hours, then off again, to London to catch his flight to Lisbon for another few days. Then a week at home, with a day in the capital, then off to South Africa.

More tears to come.

We had to pop out at the shop today for some bread, and just missed my wonderful parcel from my clever artist friend I met online.

He is called Angel and is a real angel. Sadly my picture from him will have to wait until Tuesday, before I will get my hands on it. As we have had to sort out a new  delivery.

Whilst we were out, we popped in to see our Lewis. Who owns the local wonderful restaurant. He is from Malaysia and is the sweetest person. Oh he is a great guy; e gives us Massages whilst we chat to him… Hahaha. Oh don’t worry, we stay fully clothed. I really loved mine today. Normally it’s just Hub who is honoured, but today was my turn.

He also gave us a cute gift of a key chain each. Hubs is a Ninja turtle and mine super woman.

They are handmade and bless his kind heart, he was so proud to hand us them. He wants to think his turtle super hero, has travelled the world with Hub. He said he got mine, because

“I’m a super woman?”

Oh …No …I’m dreaming, he said he bought mine, because of her hair. It is like mine…

Well, I felt her hair and all I can say, is it needs a good brush. Haha. Is he trying to tell me something?

OK, I shall answer some emails and come back for a chat later, have something to tell you that Hub told me today that is a real shame so something to watch out for. Later Gators. X

 

 

APPLE PIE

Great, my lovely Handy Andy has been with the delectable Dillon and hung my pictures up. Oh I would be lost without my Handy man. I have told you about him before and how we met and how good he has been to us since.

So now my pictures are up and my clock is ready to Cuckoo.

 Like home again.

My teen came home today after kindly going to the shop for us. There was an incentive for him; I told him that he could have some money for clothes if he withdrew some with my card.

He went to the shop for us.

On his return, he proudly handed us a homemade apple pie. He was kind and helpful to an elderly customer, and she baked it for him.

Right, off to make tea, quiche and potato croquettes with salad. Then of course, the apple pie.

FRIDAY NEWS WITH FI

Looking at the news today, here is what interested me.

Dozens dead in Russian psychiatric hospital.

This is the second fire at this hospital in Russia. Heightening the worries of hospitals in the country.

 The fire fighters had to travel 28 miles about 45 kilometres to try to rescue. The Emergency authorities had already condemned parts of this wooden building previous to this latest incident.

The poor people were burned as sedated.

Some patients escaped and still have not been found.

Let’s hope some of those patients escaped to families who will care for them better than where they escaped from? I can’t imagine the conditions in those hospitals

 

The grumpy-looking, gelatinous blowfish has won a public vote to become the official mascot of the Ugly Animal Preservation Society.

Oh, poor fish, leave it alone? After all, it doesn’t have a mirror, so it won’t ever know how bad it looks?  Haha.

 

Sir Bob Geldof has dubbed himself the "first rock astronaut" after confirming that he'll be on a trip to space in 2015 with the Space Expedition Corporation.

Now, we all can remember in the UK, how this man made it his mission to save the poor in Africa, and so how many meals would this trip have paid for?

 

Mice who have been given heart transplants survived longer by 20 days, by listening to Opera. OMG? Best get my La Triviata on!

 

At nearly £14,000 to send a kilogram of food into space, cosmic cuisine doesn't come cheap. But by December this year, NASA plans to have grown its own food in space for the first time.

“Yummy!”

 

A baby boy was found choked to death, newborn baby boy’s Mother is suspected. and is appearing in court.

Awful, really, why can’t she just have given the baby up for adoption? OK, so her parents would have found out, but for sure they will now and she is a murderer too

 

“Can you build a time machine?” The answer is yes,' Professor Brian Cox revealed to an eager audience at the British Science Festival earlier this week.

The one caveat for such an incredible feat, however, is that one cannot travel back again, the physicist and presenter said.

OK, Bloggets, and now I want to know, how many people have actually disappeared with this research?

Any volunteers?

OK, my news finds for today. With love. X

 

ANOTHER GOODBYE

Good morning Bloggets. I hope you are all well?

I am franticly working hard with the washing and about to iron, for Hub going away. His P.A, who was travelling with him, has had to pull out, so he is travelling to the US, without sighted assistant. I am half OK as he is going with another colleague of his who also is a friend. But he too is blind.

Though he only has three days of meetings, he will be away for five nights and six days.

He will be back one night then off early on Friday to Portugal for the weekend.

Each time my Husband goes away, the pain in my heart is unbearable.

I really dread it. I can’t tell you how much I fear being without him.

Thankfully, my friend Flexi is coming on Monday and we are doing lunch. Apart from that, no plans.

It’s not just being alone, it’s the fact that for 28 years, we were apart; we found each other and now again always saying goodbye.

So always planning his next departure. This house is so empty without him. I am totally screwed up from boarding school. I really suffer what went on there and it still leaves holes in my heart and soul.

I feel as though I really don’t belong in this world. I just feel low when I think about being without my left arm.

Stupid I know. But as though you are on a circus tightrope and one false move and you fall.

All the time, I’m that circus act.

There is the worry about my Husband too. Has the taxi got there safe, has the train arrived, has he got to the airport OK, has he managed the airport and is he OK on the flight? Has the flight landed OK? Then, has he got to his hotel safely at the other end? Once he is there, I’m OK, just OK.

Then the journey in reverse.

Then he is home twelve hours and away again.

I simply hate the word “Goodbye!

I find it hard to get excited now for him coming home, as I have learned not to climb that ladder, as I will be pushed down those steps again.

Then to fall. It’s not good, so stay kind of mutual and there is no shock.

I wonder if I could see, would Hubs job be easier too? It’s the fact that I feel so vulnerable in the house, as you all know; I’m not at all independent. I do try and with Hub I have a strength which is so strong and I bring it out, but when I am on my own, it’s in a cupboard locked with hidden keys.

He works so hard too, never stops. His call to the world last night was from nine in the evening, till eleven. It went over by half an hour. This is after being in his office all day, he never finishes at five either and he starts well before nine.

If only he could do that job and never travel, but I guess head of International, there is a clue in the name and a reason to travel?

It would be great if he could get his staff to travel, the thing is, my Husband is a true pro and wants to see the job done at its best ability, if he is not there to agree what is to happen, and say the right things in the right places, well, then he is a missing link I guess.

To hear him talking too, he is so intelligent. He is full of Charisma and politically correct.

I would not last two minutes in his job, I’m too opinionated.

Today I got the shock I didn’t want to start the day with. I received an answering machine message, from the Working department people. I know for a fact, that my money will be halved in a couple of months. This terrifies me. So I thought it was for that, but, no, it was a call about the money my X should be paying, for teen. So few. But the answer machine message was so unprofessional, saying her name was “Debs.

I just don’t understand how   people are not trained to answer calls in a manner which is professional anymore. My Husband went to the bank last week. A person stood not too far from him and said

“Heya, you’re alright! Do you want anything?”

Hub thought it was a customer, perhaps talking on their mobile phone, so didn’t answer. No, it turned out it was a greeter in the bank, asking him if she could help him.

What ever happened to

“Good morning Sir, my name is Amanda, how can I help you today?”

OK, Grumpy Fi has come off her soap box for now, I promise a happy blog next time. X

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOGGETS

It was one year ago, when I wrote my first blog. I did it for a test, to see if I could get more than two views. This is the truth. Almost 30,000 views later and a thousand blogs, we are still here.

Many times I have wanted to quit and still there are days I just say enough. But then I get an email, or a message saying something really inspiring and words of encouragement. Mainley saying how that person is helped in some way with these blogs and how can I quit after that?

The other day, I received a message saying some words I wrote that day, were written down in the guy’s hand book,  to read when required and there are some schools who visit this page. Now, you may ask yourself, what on earth are they studying? Haha. I ask that too. Answer? English or are they our future psychologists…. Haha.

Whoever you are and why ever you visit this blog, I’m truly grateful.

Today I went out to walk our dogs. My arty came and we took the girls on the local field. Arty and I had a good old chin wag and a coffee at the local coffee shop.

It was great to get the girls out as it’s been too long. There is no way I can take Wagga out on my own; I would never get her back. She just runs and runs.

 It’s been lovely today, having my Son home. I really have felt warm. My Husband was great with him today, helping him with some information he wanted to know about college.

Now, it was like a foreign language to me. They were talking about coding.

My teen is so brilliant he doesn’t know how good he is as he has no interest in computers, though that is what he is studying.

Hub is talking to the world, as I am but he is doing it through work. On the phone. A call from nine tonight till half ten. One more night with him before he leaves for the USA.

 Oh, did I tell you about a person I met online, who loves to do art? He has never met a blind person before and felt inspired to make a tactile picture.

He is sending it to me tomorrow. I can’t wait to receive it. It features Elephants.

I think he is so kind to  take time out to care about anyone other than himself.

I shall tell you all about it when I receive it.

Tea was a little challenging tonight. I made rice. Turned out, it was dessert rice.

So the boys had BBQ chicken and rice pudding…. Oh, Yuck.

Oh before I go, must tell you about a beautiful gift I got today from Arty. She has just returned from the USA on holiday, a place that sounds like Pepsi cola.

Haha. She brought me back a stunning angel. Hand carved. I love it. How kind for her to think of me. It features an angel holding a butterfly.

She is an angel of freedom.

Her face is featureless. This is ironic, as when I saw an angel some years ago, he also had no features.

She has long blonde hair my friend said she is like me.

Right, must dash for now, but happy birthday to us all. X

I love you BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I …LOVE …YOU

By Fiona Cummings

Inside this parcel

Is a gift for you?

With my words

 So very true

Sending kisses

And golden wishes

Hugs galore

And so much more

Do you know why?

Because it’s you

 That I adore

To love you

 I don’t need to try

It’s just right

You make me smile

To be held each night

Such sweet dreams

Turns the dark to light

To wake with you by my side

Every sunny morning

My hand in yours

Life is never boring

I seal this box

And tie a yellow bow

Because my love for you

I want to show

On the label

You can read my words

You and I are true love birds

From me to you

Darling I …love …you

 

xxx

Hi Bloggets. I am rather disillusioned with life and people of late, though still get so many kind words about this blog and for that I am grateful. I have had some shattering news of late that has left my heart full of anger and disappointment in humanity.

I know life is a box of chocolates, but why do I get more nasty centres than most people?

I want a box of chocolates with a huge yellow bow on the box and I will place it on my table and not open it. Then I won’t be disillusioned with what I taste!

Life is tough at the moment. But the silver lining is my Husband is home in ten minutes. He has been away for the full day. 24 hours now. My teen left the house before eight this morning, came home after over seventeen hours, quickly got changed out of clothes for college and into his work uniform. He was dreading it, bless him, it’s a very long day for him. I see more of his father in him. That is what life was like with my x. He was a work a holic an most of our marriage, worked at three jobs. Really, what is it with my men working hard and away from home so much? One could develop a complex.

It’s really dull and damp in this part of the UK. The nights are really cold. A chill in the air. As though late autumn.

I have just received some lovely words from a Blogget/friend in Vietnam; this has prompted me to return to this page. Sometimes I need that extra push, though I love you all and want you to know you are not alone, some people do their best to put me down in a way they will never know. It hurts. But I’m not a quitter anymore, though very flat.

My dear friends are very unwell and I am really concerned

Here’s hoping they will be OK?

Xxx

A NEW START BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good day to you my faithful Bloggets. Today’s blog is about (A new start)

I some years ago, made a huge new start in my own life. To do this, I knew it had to involve so many other people. From my own change in life, I from the top of my head, can count at least six people, who by me behaving in somewhat of a selfish way, selfish for myself and my own sanity and greed, I hurt others. Do I regret it? Answer, not at all. All my life I have put others first. At the age of 35, plus V.A.T, it was my turn in life. Since my new start, I have cried buckets and hurt so much. Visited that deep, dark, dunging of depression again, but once again, I don’t regret it for a second. Would I have changed things in my life if I could live it over again? Yes. For sure I would, but I would still end up at the same place of my new start.

This blog so far may seem a little on the cryptic side, those who know me inside out, and that is about two of you, will know where I’m coming from. Those who don’t but can relate to what I am saying, as I think these words can reflect most people’s lives, who have turned that corner and made a new start will know where I’m coming from.

A few of my friends, are wanting so much to have a new start in life. By running away from their life what they know it as now. Some would say a new start should involve

A new look

A new job

A new attitude

And perhaps a new name. All these things are possible. I did three out of four of these above changes. I guess some would say a new job was the fourth thing which I don’t regard myself as participating in, but, I went from being a one hundred per cent good housewife and a absolutely dedicated Mother, to a part time housewife and a very real Mother, who is still full of love for my child, but show it in a different way. I had to be a Mother and Father of my child before and in a way, still have to be that, but, now my Son doesn’t have the atmosphere to live in that he used to have, I can relax somewhat. Not saying the life he lives in is good, far from it, but the negative ways of my x, have been replaced with a hard stone floor, with a warm coal fire burning on the hearth.

 I tell you my dear Bloggets, for sure if I can change you can. I know this is said by so many people, but if you really really knew me and I am sure in some years’ time, you will, you may think you do already, but I have shared about ten per cent of my life with you so far, you don’t yet, but if you knew me and my soul, you will also say, if Fiona can do it, I can.

Believe me; I can’t stand people who say “If I can lose weight you can. If I can do something with my life, you can!” As soon as someone says that, I turn off whatever I’m listening to.  Whether it is the T.V, radio or a real live person in front of me. But I have had every experience in life I can imagine. I am not so arrogant that I will say everything going, out there, but for certain, at least a hundred different circumstances and the things I have not been through, I know people who have.

So you want a new start, but you have no money?

You can’t move house because you don’t have the resources to do so!

First lesson, only you, yes you, can do for you. Trust me on this one. It’s a sad lesson, but if you have waited for years for help and it still has not come, it is now up to you.

So, how do you get that strength to lift up your head and feel the energy to do this?

Ask yourself this question.

“Where do I want to be in a year from now? When you have an answer, write it down, then ask the next question.

“How will I get there? Write down your answer then the third out of four parts to this life plan.

What tools do I need to get me to that place?

In a year from now, when all your above questions have been answered, sit down look at where you have come from, how far, and know who got you there?

It will be then, when you know that you are stronger than you ever thought! The pride and achievement you will feel will be exhausting, but possible. I love these quotes.

“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” (Francis of Assisi)

“Start every day with a smile, and get it over with.” (W C Fields)

Well, Francis has it right, as for W C Fields? If you start with a smile, your smile will be mirrored. Your very own smile will touch your heart and others, and will spiral across the world.

Today is a new start for my Son. The first day for him at his new college. I hope the world will open for him now and he sees a “Realistic” future for him, full of dreams which will, come true.

OK, for now, from yours truly

9 sep 2013

Should we look backwards, to stay where we are, or look forward to have a future.

 (Fiona Cummings)

 

HIS END FELL OFF

Hi Bloggets, happy Sunday to you all.  Today Teen worked all day, after two long shifts yesterday too. He is at work tomorrow night too, after a long day at college. He starts at nine and I think it finishes at three, but then it is an hour home. He is working from five till ten. Hub working from home and away on Tuesday. Before the end of October, he has America, Portugal, Canada, Spain and South Africa. A blooming nightmare.

I hope teen will meet and make friends with lots of new people tomorrow.

Today, my brother in law came to see us with his loved one. We had a lovely day I love those two don’t see them much, but when we do, it’s great. We went out for lunch. It was to our local pub. To be honest, the pub is really gorgeous, but the food was very very ordinary. Even worse than my cooking, and I hate my cooking. Hub and teen like it, but I can’t bare my cooking. Haha.

Oh my Bro in law is so lovely. We kind of hoped he would look at well, no, more than look at the weeds in the garden, but we ran out of time. But he did a great thing for us. We went to look for a dining table and chairs.

We don’t want to pay what the shops are asking, I mean, last week, I looked at a set and they were very ordinary, but they did not know what to charge. So we thought, we should go to some cheap shops and see what they have to offer.

OMG? Haha. So the first shop, there was a very weird man. He was the sales man.

He said he would try to impress the “Young lady!”

Well, I looked over my shoulder to look for the young lady.

Of course I knew he was referring to me, but I thought it was a funny thing to do…

Oh, well, I made myself laugh!!!!!

Then he started to do things, not quite sure what? But we laughed at the appropriate time, the same as the others, who obviously can see.

Then there was a clash… My Bro in law, said to the odd little man,

“That didn’t quite work out how it was meant to, did it?”

Afterwards, we found out, that he flexed his muscles, as though he needed strength, and then tried to pull out one end of the table, and as he did that, the other end was meant to come out on its own.

Well, it didn’t, and once more, his (end fell off)

Heheheahahahahahhhhhhhaaaaaa.

Well, we left that table and looked at another, but my Hub is such a snob and I kind of half knew by taking him into this shop, was not a good idea, it is like a cheaper Ikia.

The chairs were just awful, and the cushions, not that I need them, but my bro in law, wanted to show me them. Oh …my … God …

They were like seventies rejects. I’m sure one was a stuffed poodle dog.

We walked out laughing, as one table a glass one, my Bro in law, said it looked flimsy. He said to me the silly thing. “Look, shake that?”

Well, I did, not thinking it would be quite as flimsy as that, not knowing it had vases on the top of it…

Well, how was I to know? I just did a invigarous shake and the whole ornaments went flying.

Hahahahaheheheha.

Oh we were out of that shop like there was no tomorrow.

Anyway, then we went into the shop we went into a few months ago. The one where if you remember we stood waiting forever and no one would come and serve us. Not the one I wrote about last week, the one with the teen clothes, but the furniture shop where  I had to phone the shop and try to ask for assistance, whilst I was standing in the blooming place.

Well, this time it was better because we were  with people who could see. But the woman, had a face like a wasp chewing a lemon and the personality of a nat.

Anyway, despite the awful sales pitch, we bought the last four chairs for the kitchen that was in store. What a bargain too. They were less than half price to what I have seen anywhere else. So we asked if they could deliver, answer no, so bless our brother in law, he did two visits on his own, after dropping us off to collect them. But eh funny thing was, before coming home, we called into Teens shop, they wanted to buy some food and I needed milk. Oh poor teen, his Uncle really teased him.

But teen loves and respects his uncle and his love so much. They only see each other twice a year, as we do, but they really get on wonderfully.

So teen went along with the game

 and joined in, in good faith.

Came home had a cup of tea and sadly they went on their journey back home. I miss them already.

I guess we won’t see them until Christmas now.

My Hubs two brothers, are like hub, work a holics. One brother works seven days a week, 12 hour shifts and the one who came today, works at least five days but can work up to 12 hours per day too.

It’s cooler again and Hub is wearing a long sleeved top for the first time in four months. I know that is how it should be in the summer, but this is England. A small Ireland. Note to Russia, hahaha.

Right, going now, but wanted to say hi for today. xxxxx

WHAT'S BREWING

Hi Bloggets. Well, I am waiting for a delivery of a Pizza, so spoiled. I really don’t have it in me to cook. So take away for the second night in a row. Really bad I know.

My friend has made me a picture and I really can’t wait to see it. He is an artist and this is the first tactile picture he has ever made.

It features elephants. How clever is he?

Any VIP’s out there, I can let you know all about it, never know, this may be his new business?

I know the place I stayed at in Oslo, for the blind, had tactile pictures on the walls in the hotel. They are a great idea.

For schools for the blind and homes for blind people too, even eye hospitals. Oh my friend can go far I hope, as he is a really kind person.

I am looking forward to tomorrow. My Brother in law is coming. We haven’t seen him since six months ago. He is a jolly person and I enjoy his company. Shame teen will be working again, so won’t see him, as they get on really well.

Teen’s work place is being really bad. They act like bullies. First he was not wearing the right trousers, and then he was not allowed his mobile phone in his pocket. Today he was told he is not allowed his wallet in his pocket.

Why? Because he could take money from the till and put it in his pocket. Well, what next, telling him he is not allowed to have trousers with pockets? I mean if you can put money in a wallet, you can put it streight in your pockets?

Or as teen said last night, down your socks….Ha.

I really can’t see him lasting the three months there. They can finish him within three months. I hope they don’t, as its money for him.

Something is occurring with Teen and the others. Not sure what yet, but something. Something is brewing.

“Let me pour that tea!”

I have cleaned the conservatory windows today, omg. What a nightmare? Fifteen foot by eleven of windows. All the ornaments to move too.

But it’s done

Later gators. X

HELL AT HOME

Hi Bloggets, today I had a tough after math of a huge row with the teen. Yesterday was crippling. I have been hurt so bad by him again. I have deleted his Father’s house and mobile numbers so teen is on his own now as far as the x is concerned. I tried to ask for help with teen but the x thinks it’s brownie points if Teen and I argue. The x did say one thing which made sense. That was he hopes Teen and his gf split up. I also hope and pray they do, but want it to be teen that comes to his senses and breaks up the relationship. It’s not at all good for him. At first I was so happy as I thought it was a nice family he was getting involved with, but now I know what I do, I just hope it ends soon but he doesn’t get hurt. I am feeling rather shattered at the moment, so rather than given you a depressing blog, I may not be talking about home life until I get not over this, but side by side with it. My heart is broken. Things have been said that I can’t even imagine anyone saying to an enemy, let alone their Mother. He did something to me yesterday, which I dare not tell my Husband. My Husband and teen hate each other anyway, without making them more hateful towards each other. All I know is my baby has gone and a stranger has entered my life. My friend came this afternoon for a cup of tea and a chat. She went through the same as me but not quite as bad with the words that were/are being used. She was so sweet. I know I am not alone on this. So many people have said it happens to all parents, but no one has said how bad it was for them until my friend today. It’s like the secret service. No one talks. A taboo subject. I think if it happened gradually, I would be OK; it’s the fact that it’s been within the first month of him meeting with his gf. Not quite overnight, but not far off it. One good thing about her being at boarding school, he sees less of her and is not staying half as much with her family. Thank God, a result. Anyone who thinks it is funny to feed a 16 year old alcohol let them sleep together and laugh at the parents of that child, to me is pure low life’s. They can have all their money, but the amount they talk about it, shows that they have as much class, as an abandoned school. So he is off tonight with them for a meal for the Fathers birthday, but she has to be in school by ten, so at least teen will be home, safe, not saying sane. I am pleased to say, I put together a coffee table in our conservatory. Hub didn’t want me to; as he said I wouldn’t be able to do it. But I took no notice to him, as there has to be one thing I’m still good for? There was. I did it and it looks beautiful. It’s all mirrored, so the legs and table top. Very modern looking. I feel really bad as not cooked for my Husband for two days. I can’t eat or bring myself to cook. This is really awful. I must make an effort tonight. I really don’t want to eat anything and know that Hub will also not eat if I don’t. So may pretend by having some fruit or something. I’m in a dreadful place emotionally. My tears are like blood and they won’t stop bleeding. I know I will bounce back, I always do. My friend today was so sweet she said it’s almost like we have to let the kids go through their dreadful stage and ignore them. It’s so hard though when I see my boy getting spoiled. When he would happily kill me and I really am not kidding when I say that. If we were like the US and had guns in the home, the anger in him, I would not be surprised if he would take a gun to me. One bang/flick of the finger and gone. I am dreading it when Hub goes away I have a week before he starts his trips. Mentally if I’m not better by then, I really fear for myself. Let’s hope that when Teen gets into college from Monday, he will calm down and learn some form of respect? I know having no parents how much I miss them and want them. He has his and he treats me in a way I would not even be able to make up in a story. One friend says kick him out, but he is my Son at the end of the day. I love him. I really don’t like him. In front of other people he is so nice. Like he used to be with me, but with me he is awful. It’s rained all day here today and it is quite cold. A real autonomous day. We can’t put the heating on because our radiators still have not been fixed. I hope the plumber will come and do them next Wednesday he said. OK, will go for now, I want to be back with some smiles for you so next blog will be better I promise. To my Yam, don’t worry. You know me, I will be fine. X

NEWS AND VIEWS

So what do we have today? A bit of everything as ever, so here goes. UK fights EU’s plan to fit every car with a speed limiter For some very stupid reason, the UK officials, are trying to put a ban on a fantastic idea, which is being drawn up in Brussels, which wants all cars, to be fitted with a device which when the vehicle goes over the speed limit, the breaks are automatically slammed on. Now I know there could be problems with this, for example, if you are driving and your breaks slam on, then what happens to the car behind you? So this needs to be solved. But if it also meant a expensive trip to the mechanic afterwards, I bet it would reduce the traffic speeding? Due to thick fog today in Kent/UK, one hundred vehicles were involved in a pile up. No reports surprisingly of fatalities, but eight injured. There is a film coming out about our Princess Di. It’s based on gossip. I only hope to God, it’s in Dianna’s favour, as I’m sick of her getting bad publicity. She was a beautiful caring sad lonely lady. Let’s hope she is now an angel in another world, where people respect her? Poor William and Harry. Google have a huge success in their Google self-drive vehicles and it has been rumoured, that they are about to bring to us, the autonomous robo-taxi. You will be able to order it via your mobile phone. Great, but what if your invisible driver goes the wrong way? I would hope that there was a way to say “Stop? At least you won’t as a female have to worry about being spoken to in a sleazy manor. I bet taxi drivers are worried though, as they would be of course out of a job. I can see in my Sons life time, being served in shops by robots too. Scary, though I bet you would get served as a blind person then. I wonder if they will have an answer to the good old question that should have no answer “Does my bum look big in this? Hahahahahahehehehehha. And finally, we are being warned about so called drunk wasps. They are going mad, as they are drinking all the left over from the beer gardens, and then going mad. Well, I am a little worried about a sober wasp, let a lone a blooming drunk one. The thing that made me laugh though is in our news, we are being told to take with us as we are eating out, a credit card! So the wasps are charging to sting you? Or are we supposed to use a card to smack it with? God knows, but I tell you, if one comes near me, I will be using a thing a bit bigger than a flipping credit card. OK, so you are up to date with my daily news read. Haha. Till the next news blog, or our next rant, poem or even just a chit chat. X

SOGGY LEGS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good morning. I have just said ta’ta, to hub, who is away to a local office to interview some people for a local job. He has kindly left me with LC. Haha. Oh God, I hope he wore his suit? I forgot to check. If Hub can get away with casual clothing, he will, though I’m sure in an interview situation, he would wear a suit? Wouldn’t he? Oh he looks soooooo good in his work clothes. So smart.” Clothes maketh the man!” They do for him. Teen still in bed of course. I don’t blame him. Oh, Waggatail has been in trouble already today. She was found by “Dun-dun-dunnnnnnnnnnnn, Hub, coming down the stairs. She knows she is not allowed up there. I have had to hide all my cuties as I have found a pair of soggy legs from a teddy where she has been carrying it. She won’t break / tear it, just holds it in her mouth. Yack. So now they are all in a huge bag in my wardrobe. She got wrong yesterday too, would she heck come in? I let her out with the other two for their evening pollutions, though it was one in the morning. The other two don’t even have to be asked to come in. Oh not Wagga. I quietly ask her to come in. Teen says she just looks at me as though I’m daft, OK; perhaps she knows something I don’t. “Stop it!” Well, last night/this morning, I asked her then shouted in a whisper, not wanting to alert the neighbours, and nothing. I heard her bell, so I went running up the garden, clapping my hands; I’m not quite sure why I do that, am I impersonating a gun? Like a farmer on the hunt? Hahaha, Well, she’s not bothered. As I approached her, she just ran off then thought it was a great game. So I listened for her to move, I then turned to that sound and ran, she ran, then she learned to stand still, so we had the game of who can stand still the longest. She won. I even went in the house and closed the door, she normally doesn’t like that. She didn’t mind it at one this morning. After almost half an hour, she came in. Oh I was cross. My neighbour across the road was telling me the other day; she has solar power on her roof. I joked with her and said now our tree is down; she will now receive loads of benefit There is still a stump though; I have a squirrel I might stand him on there. No, let me explain that one. It is a statue, not a well trained red squirrel, whom I have taught to stand still on command. Right, must go for now, to our friends in Vietnam, who are on holiday, that’s Flexi and co, I hope you are having a great time? See you soon. And chat with you Bloggets soon too. X

KEEPING MY MOUTH SHUT NOT

Good evening Bloggets. Well, it’s late, Hubs not been in long. Teen got in from his final interview with college and though of course, there are lumps and bumps, he has been accepted on the course he wanted to do there. I’m delighted and pray to God he has learned his lesson and knows he has to study. He is still having a nightmare with some of his exams. One he got a C in, he has been told it was not called the name he was told. I spoke to his teachers at his old school, and they too called it the name we have been looking for. So the exam board, have been looking for a course called Cida, rather than Dida. Or something like that. I really don’t get it. The name Cida was on his books from his old school, his teacher spoke to me on the phone and referred to it as cida too. Very odd, well, looks like he has lost that exam. His English is under some kind of investigation. He told me his parents had to be involved. I said I would contact the school. He said no Mum. I will deal with it. Now he tells me he has told college he wants to take his English and Maths again, but he, says the college say, he has to have a private tutor for English and the college won’t deal with that. He has to have an outside teacher and that person will submit his exam. OK, really? The college say they won’t teach him English? Sounds a little on the suspicious side to me. So the next question is who is going to give him extra tuition? The Mother outlaw? Well she told teen she would, of course she has not spoken to me about it, so if she wants to pay, let her get on with it. Gone is the guilt I used to feel when she brought him home and gave him tea all the time. I think the anger of her absolute disrespect and neglect in correspondence with me has removed the thoughts of kindness I may have once had. Teen likes the woman, it’s not up to me to like her. I won’t ever spend a moment in a room with her. I just hope she won’t hurt teen. Perhaps he is the Son she always wanted, or he could be one of her many controlled people she likes to think she has. One of her puppets. Teen saw his gf today. He met her after college. He went to her school, where she is a boarder. She must be enjoying it, as she is staying this weekend there too. I hope she is, as from someone who still is subjected to the horrors of boarding school, I would not like to wish that on anyone. I guess times have changed as especially when this one she is going to costs £30,000 per year. It’s her Dads birthday on Friday; I hope teen buys him something nice, as he has been good to teen. He is at the cinema now with his friends, so I’m glad about that. Hub has an interesting day tomorrow. I shall tell you about that tomorrow, after the event. He has had a very odd day today. I can’t talk about it as it is his work. I’m so glad I don’t work in the environment he does, I would be sacked. I can’t keep my mouth closed and would have to speak up. Right must go for now. Please looke after yourselves and you are in my heart and I would like to say a big hello to a special person. Elisha. Hang in there babe.x

I'M HERE FOR YOU BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A poem for a friend of mine. I pray she will find her way! I’m here for you By Fiona Cummings I can’t take much more Fed up of walking into a closed door Words which are meant to hurt me Rejections from my family Laughed at by friends I no longer can pretend Goodbye to today I am running away Where to I don’t know I have nowhere to go On my own trapped in a foreign land Why can’t people just understand To believe in me To see what I see To be my family To close this world out from my head To sleep at nights in my own bed To not worry about words I will be fed To be free To breathe To have the key The only answer I have Is to harm myself And to see my own blood They tell me that’s no good But their answers don’t make sense It’s like solid wood On the highest fence I don’t want to take this out of contents But I can’t explain what I mean They say they give me help And I’m not too keen But their help is a tongue I don’t understand I just need to hold a loving hand Someone from where I come from To a brand new door Where when I walk through it I won’t hit the floor I want to laugh like others And see the stars Feel what it’s like for young lovers I wish that day was not far

THE CANARY WITH THE FACE ON

Good morning Bloggets. Today is a biggy for my teen, so my fingers are well and truly crossed. Hub on his way to the capital with Long Chops. Her tail was tickling his nose as she was harnessed up. No he is not four foot one, haha. I was slightly exaggerating, but her tail for sure was as high as a Long Chops tail could be. Funny but she was seven this week, and yet, she has really slowed down in life. I remember when she came into mine and Black Beauties life, BB also changed immensely. So now Waggatail has come into LC’s life, I guess it’s what happens, well I Presume. It’s a scorcher out there again, though my tiles in our conservatory were like walking on cool marble this morning. I went to have a chat with my Canary. He’s Irish you know? Hahaha. He was not talking back. He has the face on big time. I really feel for him. He hates being on his stand. He much preferred the steadiness of the windowsill. I love hearing him sing as I think he is happy when he does so. Oh it was funny the other day when he was flirting with a bird in the garden. As he started to talk with it, the other bird was all quiet and we could hardly hear the little demure sounds of love. Then because he wanted to hear her more he shouted a little louder than even louder and in the end, Hub and I had to come out of the room. He was really funny, because he was saying his chat up line then waiting for a response. Poor baby, he didn’t get much change from the lady friend. Well, that’s if it was a lady, our Canary may be gay? Who knows? Our last canary was a he/she. As we called him her Jeffers, after our odd friend Jeff, then when he wouldn’t’ sing at all, we found out he was a she, as it’s only the men who sing. Today I would like to say a very happy Anniversary to my friends, bf and his lovely wife. They have been married forever and a day. Right. Will be back later as have a lot to do, sure I will have some story for you later as I’m going out. Later gators. x

HUBS BIG CHOPPER

Good evening Bloggets. Today has been different. After we visited some grieving friends, we came back home, got changed and took the bus to town. Well, the bus was pulled in and did its blooming annoying thing again. Just as we approached the middle of the bus, it pulled away, four steps before we would have been at the door. He must have seen us running again. Second time. The bus going was full of young people. The bus on the way back? OMG. Another story. The heat was burning through the windows. We are having another heat wave in the UK. This has been the hottest summer I have known. Oh the town was so full. There were some amazing musicians one man, played his guitar, it sounded like a really expensive one. His voice was so rich too. Oh I would have bought his CD. He had the best singing voice I have heard for ages. I wanted to go over and ask him if he did CD’s, but thought I would do something stupid, like trip over his money box… Hahaha. Hub says I was a nightmare in town. One shop we found, a shop for teen, where I was going to buy him vouchers for clothes. Glad we found the shop. Very cross that when I went in the shop no one came to assist. I was so very tempted to pick up an item and walk out with it, as then I would get some attention. As I came out to Hub who was waiting, he won’t go in those shops; I expressed my views as loudly as I do. Hub cringed with embarrassment. I didn’t care who heard me calling the workers in the shop “Ignorant useless yobs.” Oh but this will crease you. Just as Hub tried to escape the moment of a Fi moment, Me holding onto his arm, I was still making my point and he took off quicker than I wished for, then I stotted into an old man sitting on the bench, sending him flying? Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhehehehehehehhehhhe I’m such a pleb. Oh passing by the beautiful smells of food, coffee, flowers, leather and soaps, really made me wish, we could see what shops we were passing. We passed some stalls I know we did, but would not dare approach them, in case they were just some guys sitting on a wall…. The bus on the way back. Oh God. Let’s just say, there were some choice people on there. At one point, I wondered if we got on the right bus? I mean, seriously odd people, with enormous issues. I am dying to tell you about them, but dare not. Oh but that was a ride I won’t forget in a blooming hurry. Our tree in our garden today was removed. I felt so guilty and sad for it, as I don’t believe in taking down trees. They have more right than us. Not saying shouldn’t keep them trimmed, but this tree was beyond trim. Oh, doesn’t worry, your Fi Blogget has not sent Hub up up thirty foot with his big chopper; our neighbour did it for us. OK, now I’m off to wait for the decision on the US and what they will vote for with regards Syria. It’s interesting to watch their senate. It’s so different to our Parliament. My American friend was telling me about Labour day there, I love the days American people have. Everyone celebrates and the way in which she describes the fireworks and stalls with arts on, made me so much want to be with them. OK, off to heat up Teens supper, as he is due in from work soon. Out with Beanie tomorrow. Hub in the capital again. I shall chat in the morning. X

FOOTBALLERS GOLD BY FIONA CUMMINGS

People are dying because there is no money Rich people are laughing must think this is funny Close all the hospitals Lock away medicines Babies could dye Watch parents cry Ask yourself why There are more important people to pay Hear what I say Footballers with their contracts Earning their millions What a modern crime Let’s step back in time Bring back pride Why should they have an easy ride For playing a game OK one day they may be lame But that is their choice Kids with cancer Don’t have a voice Men kicking balls Acting like boys Wear designer clothing Chauffeured by a Rolls Royce No need to worry Just leave behind real life Let them go on their path of gold Say goodbye to the real world I get mad when people like footballers are given so much. Fire fighters and people who save lives are the hero’s well, should be. On our news today, more hospitals closing. An yet Gareth Bale from the UK, now has moved to Madrid for an obscene amount of money. Why?

BLIND BAT

Great to see Ukraine back to our blog page today. Been too long. I have just brushed my two out of three dogs. I could really make a winter’s jumper with the fir from both Waggatail and Black Beauty. BB, is falling to bits. I have had to take my lovely wooden wind chimes down from our conservatory, as the bird, Irish, doesn’t like them. He has sulked for two days now. Teen is not happy with school. The exam board are involved. It’s with regards to his English. Oh boy, I am not sure where this one is going? I will have to make a phone call when the school opens, unless of course I’m beaten to it by some interfering busy body? He basically received an A, star for his English, then the teacher decided he was not allowed to be put in for the exam. No one seems to know why, but for the teacher. Another day of phone calls soon. I have deliberately not listened to the news today. I just don’t want to know what is going on in the world. I’m stressed to the top and back. Too much going on in my life and the world to understand normality. A full day out tomorrow with Hub. It will be a busy one. A one I’m not really looking forward to. My DD in the US, who is English, ha. Has a wonder cream. Well, wonder if hopefully it works. It’s for skin cancer. It brings the cells to the top of the skin so they are easily removed. How amazing does that sound? I bet we don’t have it in the UK? OK, off again, one day soon, I hope to write a long blog, but for now, here is something silly. Once upon a time Dracula decided to carry some sort of a competition to see which is the finest bat to stand on his side. So all the bats were honored to take part. The rules were simple. Whichever bat drinks more blood, will be the winner? So the first bat goes and comes back after 10 minutes. Her mouth was full of blood. Dracula says: "Congratulations, how did you do that?" The bat said: "Do you see that tower? Behind it there is a house. I went in and sucked the blood of all the family". "Very good" said Dracula. The second bat goes and comes back after 5 minutes all her face covered in blood. Dracula astonished says, "How did you do that?" The bat replies " Do you see that tower? Behind it there is a school. I went in and drunk the blood of all the children". "Impressive" said Dracula. Now the third bat goes and comes back after three minutes literally covered in blood from top to toe. Dracula is stunned. "How on earth did you do that????" he asked. And the bat replies. "Do you see this tower?" Dracula replies with a yes. And the bat says "Well, I didn't".

NOT ENOUGH HOURS

Good afternoon. It’s been one of those days. I’m not even sure of the time. The last time I looked, it was quarter to one. A friend of mine called. I didn’t have time to chat with him, as I was due to chat with another friend. It was the voice of disappointment when I explained I couldn’t talk right then, but will call back. I felt so bad, as the hand set went down. I just had to call them back. I’m glad I did and after an hour with them, I then received a call from my dearest friend and soul brother. We spoke for a while, not long enough, not sure how long, but I had to come off the phone, as teen had been to see people and I needed to see if he was OK. I have just had a message on my mobile, saying how my voice sounds very posh. I find this really funny, people say it is a sexy voice, and I have changed the answer machine blooming message, so many times, I really am thinking about going onto a standard message. I try to do a so called normal voice, I really do, and it just never seems to work. Hub tells me I should do those chat up lines. Hahahahah. I wouldn’t care, when I hear my voice on a recording, I hate it. I sound about twelve. A friend of Hubs came out with a real classic. After we spoke on the phone for some time, he then visited our house, and met me for the first time. He said these words to me, you know one of those moments in a ladies life, you as a lady really just wished had never happened? “Gosh Fiona, when I heard your voice on the phone, I expected someone totally different to the person I met in real life. You really don’t have a large person’s voice… Hahahahaha. Cheek? Anyway, he’s an x friend. You know those days when you are afraid to know the time, as you feel like you have not done enough work? Hours are racing. At least there is not much to do for tea, as we still have some mince in the fridge, already made. So some potatoes and cabbage and we are away. My gift to my Hub, for his birthday, has been a disaster. I ordered it two weeks ago; remember I said I like to allow time for things to go wrong? Well, first they take the money, then they say it will be a week late, then they say five weeks late. So I have cancelled the order and have to go back to the grey matter again and think what next. Three weeks left before his birthday. Hub in the Capital. It is a long day for him, but tomorrow, we are off for the day, though we don’t have a nice day planned, sure something good will come out of the time we have to spend with some mournful people… Must dash, but a quick note to say I’m thinking about you. X