BATS IN THE RATCHETS

Good evening Bloggets. It’s almost time for dinner or tea whatever you call it. Evening meal here in the Fifi Blogget household. Teen not long been in.  Sounds like he had a fine time with his Father. And His Father got up this morning to clean teens car and do some work on it. So that has made Teen happy, it was just simple cosmetic work but cosmetic is all that matters in a teen’s life. Stuff the breaks….

 

I’m glad to say his Father even gave him most of the money for the tool he bought for his Fathers Christmas gift as my ex asked him to get this tool but it was so expensive almost a hundred pound. So Teen got £60 back. So all in all everything fine and his little car brought him back safely! He ate some food and now delivering Christmas cards for me and I didn’t even have to beg him. Wow, amazing.

 

We saw our lovely friend Yvonne. She came with gifts and we returned the kindness. She is so lovely. Our dogs are still sleeping after their fun this morning and Hub is doing some work so that when he returns as he has a long holiday, he doesn’t go back to thousands of emails.

 

Oh let me tell you about my scene in the street?  Well. I was putting clothes of teens in the dryer and I felt something in front of me. Well, I’m not too happy with going in there it’s scary. So I jumped a little but not too much as I realised that it was a long bit of plastic like a tie off a box we received. For some reason it was kept and put in the roof of the garage. Well, as I bent over, I heard a flapping. My heart fell from my mouth. I screamed. Slammed the dryer door and ran out as the thing kept attacking me. OK, I knew it was the long plastic tie but there was something trapped on it. Perhaps got its little foot caught. Well, I’m screaming in our avenue of all sorts and wondering where Hub was as he for sure would hear me, in fact I’m shocked that you didn’t hear me.

 

This thing wouldn’t stop flapping about my head. I at last ran to our front door opened it this thing was still flapping. Eventually not hurrying to save his beloved wife, Hub came to the door. I told him there was a bird or a bat and he laughed and went back in the house.

Question is, what the heck was it? Hub said it was just the tie, no way, it pigging flapped. And hovered about my head.

 

Uu’uuuu’uu’uu’GH

 

Do we have blooming bats in the ratchets?

 

Oh before I go will tell you a funny thing. The other night Hub said something cheeky and it made me chuckle but I didn’t want to tell him that or show him so, I replied

“When I met you, you were my stallion.

You’re now more like a wonky donkey.

 

Hehehehehehehehehehehehhehehe

 

Then I laughed. I laughed as hard as I didn’t know where that comment came from. Then the silence. Oh heck. I had offended Hub?

 

Then he couldn’t keep his laughter in much more as he pretended to be hurt but even he found it funny.

 

Laters gaters. X

DIARY OF THE MORNING

Good morning Bloggets. Today we woke early as the lovely lady who comes to take Wagga out for a walk was due. On the dot as always, she arrived and when she saw LF was here, she asked if we would like her to take him too. Well, I told her it would be too much for her and she said, oh, no, I will pop them in my car and take them where I live as there is a huge field and it’s so much cleaner there than here, our field is a mess. So off the two of them went. Well, Little Fella, he was not at all sure bless him. Panic kicked in as he looked back at his Daddy. How insecure he is bless him. Almost two hours later they returned. The lovely lady even cleans them with a towel from her car. And I gave them a drink, well, as I was talking to the lady at the door; Little Fella came and lay down on my feet as though to say. “Mummy, you know I can’t help it, I’m quite simply nosey. But I’m so tired. And no way are you leaving this house without me. So I shall lay on your feet, if you move I will wake up and be by your side.

 

He is starting to do as I ask of him now, like acknowledge me, smile. It’s taken him three weeks. So it’s a good thing, he is settling down.

 

Well, now he is still fast asleep like a puppy. The lady said he was ever so funny as she said he hasn’t developed his muscles yet and his long legs are all over he hasn’t learned how to walk elegantly at all. She said it was comical to watch. But the two of them chased two Greyhounds all over the field.

 

She is a really kind person and devotes her life to dogs. Thank goodness for her and the work she does.

 

Now waiting for our friend to come from our home town. All Christmas presents are waiting for her. And my gift of my Son will be back later too. Though when he returns and learns I have done his washing, he won’t be impressed. I should be grateful that he does all his own washing and ironing, but it’s on his terms and his basket was overflowing. Let’s just hope I have the colours right for his designer shirts? Hehehe. Oops.

 

It’s the simple things in life for me, Hub said he is going to make me some homemade soup, well, I can do that myself, but his is so much better. I love his soup it’s homely and delicious. Like him…..

 

I miss the office so much. I really like the girls and boys there they really are like a family. I had such a lovely day yesterday. I would love to volunteer there more oftern, just wish it wasn’t so far away from home.

 

 

HO HO HO!

OK that time of year again when its allowed to tell corny jokes. Are you ready?

What does Santa suffer from if he gets stuck in a chimney?

Claustrophobia

 

What do they sing at a snowman’s birthday?

Freeze a jolly good fellow!

 

What kind of motorbike does Santa ride?

A  Holly Davidson!

 

What is the best Christmas present in the world?

A broken drum. You just can’t beat it.

 

Why did the turkey join the band?

 Because he had the drum sticks.

 

Okay, pretty bad they come out each year and I still smile.

 

We are backing home now. It was the office party day and a lot of people were wearing Christmas jumpers. One of the ladies had a Rudolf on hers and you pushed the nose and it played a tune. Guess where the nose was?

 

There was lots of food that people brought in. We took a Christmas cake.  I met staff I haven’t met before, so that was nice and of course the pups, they were just a bundle of squishy squashy squidgyness

 

I managed to do some work among the festivities. Some. And I met with someone I am to interview in the New Year. Closed things down to return to return to at a later date, so apart from bits of work I can or can’t do, I think I will do just so I’m on top of things, I’m finished until January. Hub also is on holiday. Tomorrow early we are up though as our friend is coming all the way from Northumberland. I spoke with my Sister in law tonight and apart from that I’m done now just waiting for grocery shopping and a night with the telly. Our Son is back tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing him.

 

The weather here is odd. It’s too mild for December. In parts of Brittan it has been the warmest December on record.

 

When my Son was little, I used to tell him that the reason it was getting cold and he had to wear his gloves for school, is because Santa was coming and the sleigh was pulling all of the snow from the North Pole. Now? Santa must be sunning himself somewhere exotic.

 

Because our dogs have been little angels in the office, they are going mad now with each other. So I shall close for now and calm them down before my Christmas tree ends up the wrong way. Later gators. X

CUTE CUDDLES

Good morning Bloggets, I’m in the office today with Hub and I am up to date with my work just have to close things off for the holidays and one more interview to do.

 

Gosh, what another past 24 hours of change for my life. More on that over the next few weeks.

 

Good job I have earphones as the noise in here today is so funny. It’s the staff Christmas party so there is Christmas music playing and we have four tiny puppies in the office all less than ten weeks. Waggatail is sitting at the desk with me totally stunned. Of course the pups have squeaky toys in their pen and the four of them are running around growling and barking it’s so cute. I have already had two cuddles, no, not from the staff, but from the pups. Wriggly little things are too cute for words. I want a puppy, but not the mess around the house. Just the good parts of a pup. Smile.

 

Teen staying away one more night so must be enjoying himself. The weather is awful if he intends going on the normal hike they do.

My chest infection is about 90 per cent better. This has been the longest I have been like this in my life. I hope I have just got it all over in one so the next twelve months I’m everything free.

 

So I shall go for now just imagine the sounds. Christmas songs, squeaks growls barking, phones ringing, keys being tapped people talking and the occasional doorbell going. It’s great. Beats the silence of my house. Or the traffic on the way to my shops. OK, I will write more later when I’m back home. Until then with love.

JUST BEFORE BED (FIONA CUMMINGS )

Just before bed, some words from me to you. In the still of the night and in my inner eye of my imagination, I feel such peace tonight. Why? Because a very special person has sent me something all of the way from America. It could be a penny or one cent, I wouldn’t care. It’s the absolute sentiment that has touched my heart. The fact that she is bothering to go to so much trouble to post something across the big pond to send to not so little old me. Why? I’m honoured. I really can’t express my gratitude to her. If only she knew just how much I needed even a note right now from her. Oh I call her my bear and a hug right now is how I feel what I feel she has sent me. There are no words. In this vast world of sometimes evil, an angel will appear. A true life angel.

 

I’m blessed to know some lovely people, sadly a lot of them live so far away. I call them my spiritual sisters as we do have a connection which is deep and beyond any explanation. As if we have crossed our paths before in a previous life.

 

Only a handful of people I feel this way about and the bear is one of those people.

 

So tonight before bed. I’m sure my heart will be at peace and my sleep shall be deeper than last night where I found myself awake until almost five this morning. Tonight will be different.

 

And of course tomorrow I’m in the office so the day will pass by quickly as I spend time with some lovely people. Then my Son should be home tomorrow evening. So a full house again. Full of love with the occasional moments of unsettlement which will hurt but then there will be laughter again and lots of love and when times are difficult, there is bear and the cubs in the camp that are always there with words of wisdom and a hand to hold. True friends are so important but spiritual friends are sent from a higher place. A place we don’t yet understand and we may never, but one I’m sure exists!

 

So a prayer before bed.

“Dear maker, tonight I’m grateful for the spiritual beings you have sent me. For I have derived such comfort from their words. As they give or feed me strength which I’m sure originally comes from your heart. Times when I wish to withdraw from the outside world and wrap myself into isolation; I could fall into the pit of condemnation and reach for some ill-chosen medication. That’s when your gift of my friends becomes even more so precious. What do I do when I feel I’m only taken from them and feel I have nothing to offer in return of their kindness? I only have my words and my belief in you my maker that you can touch the hearts of my friends who are there for me and allow them to know just what they mean to me. So this is what I’m asking of you tonight and most importantly, those who feel they have no one no friends, no true friends, please can you share my friends with those people? The worst thing in the world is to be alone or at least to feel alone. Let those people know that I’m here and through me comes the love of my friends.

Thank you Goodnight God bless.

CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR ROUND BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Christmas all year round

By Fiona Cummings

Bring on the food its Christmas time

Let’s hear your best rime

Parcels under the tree

Will be given to you from me

Bought with love

Guided from above

Undo the bow

Carried home with pride in the snow

What will you find?

Lift the lid of the box

And see what’s inside

Those Christmas socks

Dad says not again

For brother in law a pen

Big sister perfume

Gramps a penny whistle for a tune

Grandma gets her slippers

Aunt Maud has the jitters

As she pours yet another sherry

Oh she is rather merry

Let the dancing commence

And let’s allow the memories

To go down in history

As the youth solve the mystery

Of the traditional board games

Let’s sit near the open flames

And talk about the best gift of all

And that is what we have together

Not the size of gifts

Big or small

But what is in our heart and soul

As the amber burns the coal

 Peace in our lives

And love all around

That is what makes it Christmas every day  

All year around

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings

REFLECTIONS OF WINTER BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Reflections of winter by Fiona Cummings

 

Reflections of winter

So cold like a splinter

Sharp deep within

A race to win

How quick can we get to the spring

Rain falls

Then the snow to make snowballs

Our shadows can be seen through the polished  mirrors of ice

A swan on the lake

Struggles with the drake

Poking holes in the  frozen water for food

Do they get frustrated or in some kind of bad mood

Red robins sing

Carol bells ring

Candles burn a glow

Rivers are frozen still which in summer will flow

Bracken branches point in disbelief

Waiting for a sign of a leaf

Flowers have gone to bed for the season

Simply because it’s too cold

Though they don’t  need a reason

Homeless lay still in the night

As though bleeding

Forrest animals come to our rescue for feeding

Flame coloured foxes find refuge in our yard

We are warm in our houses

Out there must be so hard

 Our pathways are covered in frosty flakes

The season brings marzipan cakes

And decorative Christmas trees

This is what winter means to me

In the park there are two skaters twirling

Forming marks so swirling

Blades of ice

Sounds to slice

Laughter as they fall to a kiss

Rosy cheeks

Shivering lips speak

Telling of winter tails

Hovering icicles hang from houses

Wrapped up well in our  coats and winter trousers

Wools of bobbinned hats

Scarves and mittens

In the street is a snow white kitten

Lovers cuddle as they are smitten

Winter warmth is in their hearts

Ambers simmer in our hearths

Fires toast the bitter nights

Reflections of winter can be so nice

Copyright Fiona Cummings

THE CHRISTMAS PROMISE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The Christmas Promise

By Fiona Cummings

You promised me

You left a note under the tree

You said you would be home for Christmas

Now look at me it’s all a mess

Your parcel is unopened

Your words are lies which shouldn’t have been spoken

My heart is broken

You promised me

Sealed with a kiss

You know it’s you I truly miss

If only I had one wish

It would be you home for Christmas

I ache for your love

I take comfort from the stars above

But they don’t hold me like you do

They don’t say I love you

You promised me

You would gift me your word

I didn’t misunderstand

I know what I heard

All this tinsel

Draped over a parcel

 So much sparkle

Whatever for

My Christmas spirit has hit the floor

I can’t keep living like this

Can’t take much more

I just beg you to make it right

Walk through the door

Please tonight?

It’s Christmas Eve

I want to believe

In my true love’s words

Let’s fly free like birds

Run away from your work

You promised me

You said just wait and see

Kisses of chocolate

And rose bud cream

I wear your locket

And feel like a queen

My insides danced like a jumping bean

For you promised me

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings

THE DIARY OF FACTS

A fact blog today. Firstly teen got safely to his destination. After dropping Christmas gifts off at my crazy Aunts where he visited her, and her partner in crime. Haha, joking, friend. Whatever she is. Teen said they were both really nice to him. Really? Both of them? So that was good.

 

Hub is safe at the office for the day in Newcastle. A taxi, train and then metro to get there. He has gone with his newly trained guide dog Little Fella. Does LF really know what he has got to do in his life? Bless him. He has been great. I can’t believe how lucky we have been. OK we are on the edge stressing about what he is going to eat in our house, the furniture, the flooring? But touch wood, nothing so far apart from a towel.

 

He and Wagga get on so well together. I just pray that we get a long life out of him unlike his predecessor, Long Chops. Bless her; she had just turned nine when we lost her.

 

On Saturday LF and Hub went to the town for the first time on their own together, if that makes sense. Hmm. What I mean is, Hub has been before but LF hasn’t so first time for them both together. I was worried as I knew Hub roughly knew the way, and it was easy but, LC used to just know the route and Hub almost could fall asleep. Well, off the bus and along the path with its busy road next to it. To find the tactile path to find the crossing and go over in a streight line> When you can’t see, it’s not easy to walk streight. Then turn left and a very narrow right, well, LF didn’t like that much as it was too close to the other busy road for his liken. Then to find the other crossing and wait to go over, then turn left on an angle and right. Hub got to roughly where the hair dressers was and asked Little Fella to find the door. Bless him he did. But it was the wrong one, so he found the next door and again wrong one but third time lucky. In he went to the delight of the receptionists. He lay there whilst Hub got his hair washed he as in the little fella wasn’t too sure about the hairdryers. But still, he lay.

 

Now to reverse the journey. Thankfully Hub remembered to turn the right way back, as he normally tries to go right at that point. But he got home safely, and to find the bus stop home is really difficult. So many busses stop all in a line but we only need one of them. So to get the right number you have to stand at a particular place. And they did it. A longer walk home and a very wet Hub and doggy. It was pouring. So proud of them both. As for my hair? Hahah. I don’t care if its been months. My neighbour said she would cut it. That is when you know you need a haircut when your neighbour tells you she was a hair dresser and she would do your hair? Smile. I like the shaggy dog look.

 

Teen yesterday told me to stop acting disabled. This did hurt so badly. I had asked him if I could come to the big shop with him as I just don’t have the confidence to do that on my own. He was going himself, so for me to tag along? Answer, no. I asked with a lump in my throat why? Answer, because you want to look at things. Gosh, such a crime. So we did have words. I wonder if one day he will realise how lucky he is to have sight. I keep promising myself never to ask of his help again. But so badly it hurts. I just don’t get his mentality. Not once has he asked if we need help with the Christmas shopping. He is so used to Hub and me just doing it. Without a care how we do. I must say this year has been very unpleasant. I’m not at all in the Christmas spirit. In fact, I would cancel Christmas today. Hub is not impressed with me. It’s such a lot of money and stress. There is nothing to enjoy about it. OK all season I have said humbug. Perhaps when we finish work end of the week, I will start to believe in it. It’s just the greed of it all. And Hub really spoils me. I get overwhelmed. Gosh, with my ex I was lucky to get one gift. When he bought me jewels they was stunning, three times as I remember. The last Christmas he came in from the pub late even though I asked him especially as did my Son to come home to be there for Christmas Eve, he was drunk and he through my gift under the tree unwrapped. My Son of ten, started to sob. I caught him at the tree wrapping it up. I knelt down beside him and held him. He started to tell me that he loved me and didn’t understand why his Daddy doesn’t love us. Told me how his friend Billy’s Dad went to so much trouble to wrap and disguise Billy’s Mums present. It was then I totally decided enough was enough and I was leaving my ex. Shortly after then, I had to lock myself in the bathroom as his violence began. I had to come out as he then started on my Son. Gosh, I am so pleased those days are over.

 

It’s not too long since my Dads birthday too and soon will have been my Mums and Christmas time is always difficult then it would have been their anniversary on Boxing Day then the anniversary of my Mums death. So all of that combined, always makes this time of year more difficult.

 

But just because I’m feeling this way, doesn’t mean you should be down so this is the last negative blog I will write. Promise. Oh, should I have done that?

 

I’m again waiting in for a delivery. If not for teen’s bed, mattress, its Amazon. Well today not Amazon but another shop a delivery from our town and this time for a change they have said they are coming today. So let’s hope so as I have so much work to do for Hubs office. Loads of phone calls. I have to do another press release, though I doubt we will get anything published this side of Christmas. Unless it involves a man in a big red coat, and a white beard.

 

I’m poetry free for now, no requests but I guess they will start the New Year for Valentine’s Day.

 

I hope my boy is having an Okay if not great day. The weather is alright. Let’s hope his little car will get back before the elastic band pings? Such a shame as it’s a really comfortable car, well, the front is, the back isn’t but not sure the two parts are original….

 

OK. Some fun facts for the day

When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.

A flock of crows is known as a murder.

 Billy goats urinate on their own heads to smell more attractive to female goats.

The person who invented Frisbees when he died he was cremated and turned into Frisbees.

Polar bears can eat up to 86 penguins in a single sitting.

 

So, are you feeling suitably educated? Later gators. X

JUST BEFORE BED FIONA CUMMINGS

I can write pen to paper, drive a car and see the smiles on my loved ones faces. I can do that in my dreams. Goodnight. Fiona Cummings

LESSONS OF LIFE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

LESSONS IN LIFE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Deep down inside

There is a fire burning

Tears I have cried

I just have to keep on learning

Lessons of life

Trouble and strife

Doors slammed in my face

Finding out I’m at the wrong place

Disillusioned once again

Thinking I had a friend

But no not to be

Another lesson for me

People all around

But still sat on the ground

Dripping water leaking in

Like old rubbish ready for the bin

Trying to do my best for others

But feel like a weed among flowers

 Forgotten soul

Shivering in the cold

As if invisible

Until it’s time to once again mock

I need a heart of rock

Sadly not sure how to find that

I’m here to be dispatched

Whenever I’m useful

Sights of grey stones

Nothing beautiful

So alone

Having to be dutiful

Like an existence

I feel no presence

A lost soul perhaps

Like a ghost

What did I do so badly in my past?

Different from most

A freak of nature

Without a future

Used and abused

It’s my culture

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings

MONDAYS DIARY Fiona Cummings

Good morning Bloggets. Gosh, Christmas is coming around far too fast. It’s not cold enough yet.  It’s too wet. I don’t want rain I want frost. Please? My house has hints of cinnamon now thanks to some sticks I bought and oil. Those sticks, I buy them every year, for two reasons. One I love the look of them. I mean, to a sighted person, they may look awful, but to me they look so cosy. I weave them in the branches of my Christmas tree and then I pour cinnamon oil all over the tree and in my oil burner.  The second reason I love the sticks, is for the smell. Hmm. Well, one out of two reasons I buy them isn’t too bad? I just don’t know why they don’t ever smell very good.

 

Today is the day my dog walker normally comes to take Waggs out on the field. But she is on holiday somewhere hot. Bless her I hope she is having a great time, she deserves it. She dedicates her life for those people with dogs, or is that she dedicates her life to dogs? Not sure but she is out every single day taking guide dogs out or dogs for the deaf or elderly. She’s a sweet lady.

 

She has a couple of dogs herself but one is so ill. It broke her heart to go on holiday and she said she wouldn’t have gone if not for her friend paying for the holiday for her. I’m so pleased she went as the dog is ill but not on the outside. She is a happy soul just her stomach lining is getting thinner.

 

She said she was going to phone home every day and if there were signs of the dog failing she would be back in a flash. But she needs this break. So my Waggatail won’t be impressed. Doubly so as last week I spent a lovely afternoon with my friend Arty. She and I normally walk Wagga about every six weeks she comes, we take Waggs on the field and come back and put the world right over a coffee.

 

Well, the field was like a swimming pool last week so we skipped the walk and did the coffee with a delightful cake Artie brought as always. Bless her. We exchanged Christmas gifts. One of hers was a photograph of our darling Suki, AKA Long Chops. Oh, my little girl. I miss her so much and I’m so pleased that we have that picture. More so that we have the one she took for last Christmas that was of our three girls. Black Beauty who we lost that year LC and Waggatail. The three of them together. So she spent some time taking pics of Little Fella when hub and he came back from work. Gosh, I hope he isn’t going on the bye bye list? After last night of him being sick, we were worried, as he did have complications as a puppy.

 

Artie is lovely, she wouldn’t harm a fly. She is a lovely person to have as a friend. Reminds me, I must catch up with Geordie, I haven’t seen her for a few weeks. Funny my friends come once every six weeks on average. What does that say about me? Haha. Am I too much to cope with every week? 

 

In fairness Geordie works and has a really busy life with her kids they are out every night. That sounds bad, what I mean is, they are doing sports each evening so she is taxi Mum.

 

I may have to ask her Mum to take me to the local big store. Depends on teen today. I urgently need some things from there we can’t buy on line. Now teen needs to go there for his duvet, but will he allow his Mum to tag along? Hmm. We shall see. Somehow I doubt it.

 

He is still in bed. He has to go to the tip with all of his rubbish from his new bed and his old bed. I say old, its two years old.

 

I thought he was due to go to his Fathers today but not sure what is happening now. Each time I try to approach the subject, he goes quiet. To be honest, not sure it’s a good thing he is going anyway, though of course he has to. Just right now in his life, he needs guiding for his career and his Father is the last person who can do that. Not long ago he told teen to quit his promotion training and go back to sales. Sell his car and walk places. Great advice. Years ago when I was really struggling to trye to teach him to read and write, my Son that is, not his father…. I asked my ex if he would help and his reply was your Son your problem.  Nice guy.

 

Shame really, I don’t know why he was like that. I guess there was no pride in his family they never showed interest in him. None of them were educated so things like careers University any kind of study was out of the question. They were hard workers who existed rather than lived. And a dream to them was how much beer they could drink. Not their fault, just the way things were. But it did hurt me when I so badly needed help that he wouldn’t try. When he saw how much I needed help. But now I can say my Son is doing so well, he has done well and no one can take that away from him. He got great results from school and college and now has finished his three months training and got ten out of ten from his boss. Passed with flying colours his first aid and health and safety and has passed stage one of management. He is only eighteen. I’m proud of him. Just need to work on the fact if I once a month ask to go to a shop, he says yes? Rather than makes me feel like crying with the reaction I get.

 

Looks like the girls are coming on the 29^th to stay till the 2^nd. Will be lovely to see them. I just hope our New Year isn’t boring for them, mind you, last year they spent the night playing board games with their Gran, so it’s not as though they are party animals, bless them. We for sure will have some nice food and we have been kindly asked to our Neighbours again. So at least they will be around people other than their boring Mum and Dad.  Unlike our teen, they are OK to be with us. Teen no doubt will be with friend’s goodness knows where. I just hope he has a great time, as he has been trapped for so long in a relationship. Now time to break free I hope. Though somehow I wonder if his ex is lingering around like a dirty smell.

 

He is far too good for her and I hope he realises that soon. Gosh, can you remember falling in love as a teenager and how you thought that they were for life but now looking back, do you feel like you wouldn’t have succeeded with them in your lives? I fell in love with a stunningly handsome man when I was young and as far as I was concerned he was my life. Looking back now, we wouldn’t have lasted even as long as I did with my ex, My ex and I lasted almost 24 years. God only knows how? I guess I had made my bed so I should lay on it.  I’m sure my ex was happy, this is how he took it so badly when we split up, but mind you, he moved on very fast. So I guess he has no regrets, I hope not any way. I hope he is happier now than ever before. I know I am.

 

Missing Hub today it’s a long day for him. But he has a long holiday from work. So a well-earned rest. He has been managing two teems his own and one in Peterborough. Along with training with the little fella, it’s been a tough few weeks.

 

OK. Time to dust. I have some washing in the machine then ironing. I have all of my Christmas gifts now either here or on order. So sorted. Just have to deliver them. Hmm. Thankfully my Brother and Sister in law came up last week to collect theirs and we took our friends to them the same week. So now just Viv’s and Johns to get to them. Not sure if we are going through to the North East to do that or if a mutual friend will drop in on her way by, as she is visiting her relatives and has to pass here. We have Dads to deliver and that is that, our kids can get theirs of course here. Gosh, I hope they like their presents, it’s been tough this year to try to shop without LC. It’s tough most years to be honest. But this year harder.

 

Oh must tell you about Hub journey into town at the weekend with the new Little Fella. Next blog. Xxx

JUST BEFORE BED

 OK, this is weird. Just before bed, some words of wisdom. But these wise words or thoughts or whatever you call them are not from me. They are from my dog Wagga.

 

So, there we were, Hub and I, enjoying a nice evening tipple, I can say not something we do much of, but I have had a fancy of late for Amaretto. Hub had a masculine sherry. Oh yes, we are so trendy. So hip. Such trend setters!

 

Well, just as the people on the TV were about to announce the X Factor results just as I was about to dip into my dish of nibbles, we heard that dreaded sound. No, not the singers, but that burking sound that only a dog can do just before they are about to cough up their entire dinner.

 

Well, they were, both in their beds. Wagga came flying out of the bed as though to say, it wasn’t me Mummy. Little Fella strolled in wagging his tail looking rather pleased with himself.

 

Hub cleaned it up, then all over again. We cleaned it up again. And one more time just for a hat-trick. But the funny thing was, Waggatail knew when it was going to happen as the second and third time, she shot out of her bed before he did it.

 

How wise, and how did she know?

 

We have been wrapping gifts again for Christmas. Hub has a secret Santa gift to take to work. Do you remember last years? Oh my word. I mean, it is meant to be a small enough gift to slip in the office and hide in a box or sack. Last year, Hub took in a didgeridoo. You know, the Australian, or I should say Aboriginal bamboo instrument? You know those really long things? I think it was about three feet long. Oh, very discrete. Smile.  

 

My Son has just come in and it’s before the pumpkin hour. He has had a long day at work and then came in, ate dinner, showered and made his bed up thankfully. Bless him; he has totally made his bedroom furniture up from flat packs. Now, he was a little keen with the drill, but he is pleased with the outcome. He is eighteen and not many kids would or could do what he has done, so blind parents, really can bring up their kids to be so independent. Mind you, having said that, Hub and I have put up a few flat packs over the years. I love doing them but now days seem to have moved on to the next stage of flat packs. Now days they seem to be more difficult.

 

OK, just before bed some words.

“A task can be thought of in your life as drudgery, but those tasks take you to a place you would never go to without them. A task is something small to make you realise how to get to your dreams and appreciate them more.”

Fiona Cummings

BEFORE I TAKE TO MY BED

Just before bed, wanted to chat to my Bloggets. Outside is wet with today’s rain, but now it’s starting to freeze. Christmas lights about to go off and in my nice warm house I feel lucky and honoured. I’m totally blessed. OK, I can’t see my lights, I cannot browse the Christmas shops and see the colours of Christmas, but I have a loving Husband who I’m totally in love with and who treats me so well.

 

I have a Son who I adore and who can cut like a knife, but melts my heart like butter in an oven.

 

I have a beautiful house and my darling dogs and of course don’t forget our Canary. He’s Irish you know?

 

Some fantastic forever friends and my spiritual sisters you know who you are.

 

Some days I feel totally fed up. I don’t want to be in this world, but when I put it into perspective, I am so fortunate. Two weekends in a row full of friendship and great family time. Now we have our new little fella of a guide for Hub and a darling cuddlesome pup for me. A play mate for Waggs and when my loved ones are happy, I’m happy.   Our Son is out having I hope one of the best nights he has had for years. Things like this just don’t happen to me. I am almost too afraid to relax and enjoy the pleasure.

 

Our girls are coming for New Year and Hub has a long time off work over the coming holiday.

 

So, what can go wrong?   Really I’m waiting. Is the drama of my life over? Can I breathe for a while? Hmm. Let’s see. I know this year I’m rid of something hateful that I had last year, but will it be back after the New Year? I guess it will. Old Bloggets will get me right now...

 

My Mumbo Jumbo before I take to my slumber. But before I go, Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

 

Take to your bed tonight and appreciate what you have big or small. Know there is someone out there who really cares. And I shall be back to talk with you tomorrow. Night night sleep tight. Mind those bedbugs don’t bite. Love and hugs. X

THE ROCKING HORSE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE ROCKING HORSE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I remember when he was new

Wrapped in a bow of blue

All shiny and groomed

Waiting in the room

On Christmas morning

So early everyone was yawning

My little boy’s gift from his Nana

No need for batteries or a spanner

His wooden nose

Wood coloured rose

Chesnutt hair

A loyal stare

I lifted my Son to take a ride

At first he cried

But then they made friends

He rocked too and fro

Through lands of snow

Where will he go

A child’s imagination

Absolute devotion

Now I’m full of emotion

As old Rocker still stands there

Without a care

All on his own

No one is there

To comb his tail

He moves slowly now

Like a snail

But still in my heart

He and I will never part

As the connection is there

Between my child and my Mum

Memories of so much fun

Riding too far away places

Surrounded by happy faces

Rockers’s now seventeen

And life he has seen

The next generation

He shall gallop again

You can have your electronics

A modern war game

A remote aeroplane

 But something that will not change

Or go out of fashion

Is the rocking horse so dashing

And fond memories are smashing

So in memory of my Mum

And my now teenage Son

I shall dust old rocker down

And keep him a shine

Until the right time

When he is needed again

I don’t care when

How long it will take

I just know I love him

 Hair of chocolate flake

 He’s loved that’s no mistake

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings

PROUD

Good day Bloggets. Last night was a big test for Hub and myself. We were to go to our local restaurant to meet with a lot of people. I haven’t as yet walked with Wagga and Hub with Little Fella. As I said yesterday I was apprehensive but if I got left behind by the speedy twosome, at least I knew where I was going.

 

As I suspected, LF and Hub was away. I couldn’t hear them for the traffic. My shoes were dress shoes and the ground was slippy. The wet branches pushed me on my way with the help of the dark wind. The cars passing swished and swoosh with the excess water on the roads. Parts of our city are under water. We are lucky touch wood.

 

Passing by the shops Waggs and I frequent and at last into the warmth of our Lewis’s. Such a welcome we always get in there. Lead to our table, me keeping a tight hold on the forever hungerly Labrador; known as the one and only Waggatail.

 

We deliberately arrived early so we could get the dogs settled also if we met up with everyone we weren’t sure how LF would have coped.

 

Dogs tidily under the table with the harnesses off and in walked everyone. It was lovely to see Di, not seen her for ages, and our friends J and B sat next to us. On the end were our lovely friends we spend New Year with. And then in walked everyone else so I think sixteen in total.

 

We had a lovely night and the food was really good. And how well our dogs were? The baby Fella coped so well. He in fact was better than Waggs. Waggs thinks the only reason everyone comes out, is purely and simply to see her. So she did keep trying to get up to meet and greet. Must be funny for her as when we go to charity events, she is meant to be sociable but not when in eateries.

 

We left and Hub managed to keep to my speed, only because Little Fella was threatening to drop a doggy doodle. He didn’t though.

 

Our Teen had gone out and returned at half three this morning. He came to the restaurant as I didn’t hear the phone and he wanted me to know where he was going, got a lovely welcome from everyone. I was a proud Mum as people told me what a good lad I had and how well Hub and I had brought him up.  He is so polite to everyone and I was very delighted in the way he is so sociable with others.

 

It was a lovely evening. And as for today? Oh well, I can tell you, the last time my Husband had his hair cut was the week before our Long chops died. So the beginning of September. He was starting to look like a 60s reject. So, this morning he had an appointment with the hair dressers in our town. I booked it early as the amount of people later on would be awful. Well he hasn’t done our town yet with Guide Dogs Staff, so I was a little anxious. But it is a very simple route so on he went. It would have complicated it if I had gone as the two of us in the town with me with my white cane would be a nightmare until LF gets used to me.

 

Once again I did the route with my Hub in my head and he text me when he got there and thankfully he returned safely and so proud of his little fella as was I proud of them both. He can’t do any other shops in the town until he has been taught the route with LF. Especially as it’s been three months since he did them, he will need refreshing.

 

So a successful night and day. As for now, we are off to try to write our Christmas cards. How many will go in the bin? How many will have a pen that doesn’t work? We won’t know until we are told, but hey ho, here’s hoping.

 

So until later with lots of love.

 

MEET THE LITTLE FELLA

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The link above is to a photograph of our Little Fella and Hub.

Well the big day arrived. Hub was so anxious. The weather was awful. Freezing and cold. Hub was all ready for the qualifying day. Did our Little Fella know what an important day it was? How was he going to work? Would he drop a doggy doodle on the way? Would Hubs nerves hold out enough to remember where he was and which way to turn? Then a phone call to say that one out of two of the people coming to see him, her Son was ill so she was going to be delayed. Now my nerves were kicking in.

 

Then the phone call. Hub was to set off on his own, well, with Little Fella.

 

There were two people who would follow him. But Little Fella wasn’t to know that. As one of the people was his trainer. LF would be distracted.

 

Hub was to do two routes; one is really a challenge across the evil road. He had already asked if he could have one of them to help him cross the road. He just had to signal them. So it would be the person who didn’t train LF, who would OK hub across the road. Thing is, when we I say we, it scares me witless crossing there. When we cross, it will be night time. As the traffic is slightly less then. So over they went and onwards.

 

I was at home, biting my nails. I couldn’t get on with anything. It’s really like a driving test.  I walked the route with Hub and LF in my head. They were much longer than I expected. Oh on went the coffee machine, really, one needs an ology to work that thing. It’s rather grand and has too many buttons.

 

Hub also had to do dog distraction. Well, really that was a comedy scene in itself. One of the trainers has an enormous horse, no, sorry English Bullmastiff! Well, our little fella was all ready to play but when he saw the big guy, he decided to behave. I wonder why? It would have just looked so funny Hub in his High Vis and this massive dog in our street doing dog distractions.

 

Anyway, Little Fella is half golden retriever, half black Labrador. His tummy is almost white and his back is gold. He has a kind of main like a lion. He has soft floppy ears. Dark dark eyes with blond eye lashes. He has longlegs. His tail wags. He is keen to work and walks so fast. Goodness only knows how Hub and I will manage to go out together? Our LC used to slow down when I fell behind on walks. I think Little Fella is too young to know how to do that, so may be a while before we can venture into town.

 

Tonight is going to be a big test as we are off for a meal but just local.  We will meet with another 20 people there. We will start off just the two of us and our two beasties. As I said it’s local so I know where I’m going so if the speedy bunch arrives at the restaurant  before I have left the drive, then I know how to get there where as our town? I would be lost.

 

So tonight is the first time Hub LF, Waggatail and myself will go out together. I’m apprehensive a yet excited.

 

So I have put a photograph of the Little Fella on my blog page also LF and Hub. I wonder who his puppy walker is. We now know her name. Where she is from too. Hub is going to phone her now and once she knows about LF’s qualifying news, I can let you know more about him.

 

I’m proud of Hub, LF his trainers as he has had three. His as in LF’s, puppy walker the early trainer and the kind person who had him from birth until a few weeks. A huge amount of hard work a long journey for the dog and all involved. For the person who looked after our little fellas Mum too. For all the staff at our local Guide Dog team, those who do so much work and people don’t ever think of them, but the clue is in the word Team. those who  So many people are involved in the life time of a guide dog hopeful. No longer a hopeful, now a fully qualified guide dog.

 

Thank you all who raise money for Guide Dogs too. As without you, none of this would be possible.

 

Our Long Chops, AKA Suki will never be forgotten. Not ever. She was one in a million. You were all there when we went through hell as we lost her in such a way. Never did we expect to have a new partnership for Christmas. And how happy our little fella is. As are we. So much to write about in the future, for our new adventures. Now to tell Waggatail about her new brother. Before he was a boarder. Now a brother.