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Tuesday, 20 November 2018

DIARY OF SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. Just a quick blog, well I say that but not always my quick blogs are, well, quick, are they? But I shall try to make this one at least shorter than normal.

 

It’s road safety week in the UK and as my Husband was coming back from work the other night, his driver said to him as they slammed the breaks on the car, a little boy very small was on his bicycle all in black with a black hood up I bet he had his earphones in, the car came to an automatic stop as did the car coming the other way. The child on his bike without any reflective clothing on or helmet, went merrily on his way. Didn’t even look back to see the two cars that had to slam on the breaks to avoid him. This is why I do wonder if he was wearing earphones. By the way, it was dark and there were no lights on the bike. Firstly, where are his parents? I know kids are a total nightmare, when they get to a certain age, they will not wear a helmet. So, we lock the garage hide the key and tell them they can’t have their bike until they wear their helmet. So, they wear it.

Until they turn the corner, then remove it.

 

I thought that some years ago it was law in our country not to wear a helmet? Well nothing at all has been done about that. I think a built-in mechanism should be in the helmet and it has to match the bike. Unless the helmet is worn on the head, the bike locks. Or a famous person should make them popular. People who have been involved in accidents should visit schools. I do know of someone who was blinded by not wearing a helmet. He won’t get his vision back, so I hope he didn’t enjoy cycling on his own too much as it won’t ever be happening again. But our kids just think it will never happen to them. And how bad will the car driver feel to know he/she has knocked down a child?

 

Last night on our TV we watched a broadcast from London a brother who was gloating about his brother who murdered by shooting people in Syria. He was a terrorist. The brother who is still in the UK, spoke about the incident as if it was a great thing his brother did. Why is he still allowed to walk the streets of the UK? And on our news today another man well teenager though he sounded very old I guess that is the lifestyle he has had so far, as he is 19, but sounds in his fifties. Said how he was kicked out of school at fifteen, kicked out of college at 16 and his parents threw him out of home at 17. In other words, he’s a bad person. But hey, he’s some kind of sporting champion now, so all OK, right? Kids listening, be bad and you too will end up a sporting hero…

That is what is wrong with this world.

 

Tomorrow I shall tell you of a person I know, a friend of mine, who really had a cheek and how she is getting away with it too. Sometimes people just shock me in the way their minds work.

Laters .

A LICK OF LIFE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. After such a wonderful day yesterday spent with those we love so much, I feel so happy and blessed to have such people in our lives. It was one of those days that was so very natural. Just a day of connections that are beyond reality as far as the so-called normal status quo!

 

And today back to work but at least I had my pill of delight in the email of a much needed Blogget of ours and extremely special person of mine… she’s mine, whether she wants to be or not, haha.

 

But on this cold wet windy day of the 20th of November 2018, as many of you may have guessed from my poem the other day, not all is well among our beautiful readers. Dearest Patricia lost the love of her life as he had to put his hands out and pick up his wings. He battled for a lot longer than I ever thought he would. And there was a time when we all thought our prayers were working. But sadly not, though I’m sure Patricia and her family were so appreciative for those of you who did reach out with words and thoughts, as by doing that it gave her family time to get to their Dad from abroad. In the end, it was his time. Not every time in the big clock in the sky is in time with ours here on earth though. And I’m sure that Patricia and her family were or may be at a later date be cross by the speed in which dear George was taken away.  I would like to guess, that all will be explained when we all meet again, as I know for sure when I was 30, I so badly needed my parents in my life and my Sons life, but that wasn’t to be and I know that my Husband and I really wish my Mother in law had lasted longer, we loved her and I guess rather than needed her, we wanted her longer in our lives. So, we don’t get a choice. And I hope one day we will all know why, but that doesn’t help us now, does it?

 

And on to my Son. He passed his second interview and today received a start date for his new job. This is totally different to anything he has ever done before. He will be at least working in a nice warm office. Not on a cold dark horrid platform of a train station, like before.

He won’t be a boss at this job, so let’s see how he copes with being told what to do. At least it’s a little more money and a lot of less awful hours. The latest he will be coming home will be about 7 in the evening, a weekend will be optional. Thankfully so far, he is still in the frame of mind not to work Christmas day he values family time with us and the tradition. I pray that will never change, though his girlfriend comes from a totally different perspective. Her family have all at one time worked on the big day this will be the first time in Shamrocks working life she hasn’t worked and I think if the job she does in the make up shop she works in, was open Christmas day, she would work for sure. But it’s closed so she’s home. Sadly, for her Dad, and Grandfather, her Mum is working. But each to their own, we don’t work and that time is precious to us.

 

My Sons boss and area manager are not at all impressed with BW leaving. The area manager tried to get BW to change his mind. But he decided enough was enough and he just left. Thank goodness he has another job to go to. He will be responsible for fixing computer problems in his huge office. So, if a member of staff for example, has forgotten their password for their computer, then they call BW to help them out or if for some reason they have any access troubles with their lap tops, then again, they call BW. He will be in training for six weeks. This is a subject he studied at college but hated. Though he is excellent at talking over the phone and calmly directing someone. Since he was about 14, he has helped friends and family over the phone to fix their computer, though since he left college, he hasn’t really bothered with a lap top. Hub bought him one years ago well, a few years ago, but it’s just not his thing. So, again, let’s see what happens. Of course, he already has his eyes open to promotion so in this job there is opportunities to climb the ladder. He did so well at his last job getting to be manager and the job before that he was supervisor and that was when he was only 18. He was the youngest supervisor in his whole company in the UK. But when he was a tiny baby, I saw a fortune teller who told me he would be working with money in a bank. So far, she hasn’t been right. Smile. Though he was known as a bit of a wheeler and dealer when he was young.

 

In science, biologists have created the most lifelike cells yet. This I hope will be great news as the cells they have created are obviously artificial but are tough as have lasted two years in a freezer without any damage. It’s said that this is good news for cancer, but I hope as well it will help us with Retinitis Pigmentosa, which is a progressive degenerative disease, only I sadly have progressed as far as I can go. Smile. As there is no sight left for me. 1 in 4000 people in the UK are affected by RP.

 

And finally, how do cats keep themselves clean? They have tiny sharp cones on their tongues.

Their U-shaped cavities help move droplets of saliva through their upper layers of fur into deeper layers and onto the skin. Cats also use their tongues to cool off as they only have sweat glands on the leather of their paws. Scientists have produced a new kind of brush which is flexible and made from silicone. This brush is modelled on the cat’s tongue. The brush can even help to deliver medication to the cat’s fur.

 

And a final finally, haha, I was also reading that scientists have learned that spiders’ silk is five times stronger than steel.

 

Laters

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 18 November 2018

A CALL #PoetryByFionaCummings


A CALL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

You have your wings now

Without you in my life

Will I be able to cope?

If so how?

I had such hope

You are my true love, my husband

Always the one to understand

I was your wife

What title will I be given

 Now you’re in heaven

We had so many plans

So much to do still

But God came to you

 And handed you the pill

Fly to the stars

Rest on the moon

Please wait for me my sweetheart

Until it’s my time

If ever you visit me on earth

I hope I recognise the sign

Do you know what you were worth?

What you meant to us all?

Oh Darling  I wish

I could just give you a call

 

© Fiona Cummings

 
 

Friday, 16 November 2018

SUPER EARTH BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Hi Bloggets. It’s that time of week again, when we say hello to the weekend. What does the weekend mean to you? Speaking with my Son today, he says he doesn’t mind working on Saturday and Sundays. I guess his opinion will change when he has children. Or will it, haha, he may be glad of the peace at work.

 

For children in most countries, it means they are off school. For some, workers they don’t go in to work for two days, but more and more it’s getting so people work shifts or six days at least.

 

I was looking forward to going to a Christmas craft fair tomorrow, but we were going to go with Pip and she’s sadly ill. So, let’s see what our weekend brings.

 

I must say, it’s been so lovely to have my Son home. Today he and I cleaned the conservatory. When my Son cleans, he cleans. Even I can see my face through the glass.

Joking, that would be a dream.

Or would it?

 

But he has polished everything so well, everything feels like marble, but not for long, tomorrow it will be back to normal having to do it all again.

 

Some of my Bloggets have reported to me via email, that some links to my blogs are not working, please can you let me know if you have this trouble? If so, I may have to think about getting another blog platform rather than blogger. To be honest, it may be a good idea anyway, as then some unwanted readers won’t know what I don’t want them to know.

Hub and I were talking about this last night, but to be honest, I’m not sure just yet as so far there are two people who read this who I don’t want in my life, and they can find someone else to obsess over in time, it’s not really worth transporting life to another read just to avoid those two individuals. But let’s see if the broken links can be fixed.

 

Hub working from home today. Our dogs went for over an hour walk with our lovely Jane. Bless her heart, she is so kind. Our dogs love her. I honestly thought Wagga’s tail was going to drop off. I was reading the other day something about a dog’s wagging tail. Dogs don’t wag their tail when they are alone. Unless they are dreaming of course. They only seem to wag their tails when they are with a living thing, like another dog or person for example. Like languages, tail wags have a vocabulary and grammar, that needs to be understood. Up to now, scientists focused on two major sources of information. They studied dogs’ tails movement and position. New data adds a third important dimension to understanding a dog’s tail.

 

In some cases, evolution has made the dog tail more visible to other dogs such as a white tip on the end or a bushier tail. The tails position specifically the height at which it is held, can be considered a sort of emotional meter. A middle height suggests that the dog is more relaxed if the tail is held horizontally, the dog is attentive and alert.

 If the tail is moving up, then the dog is becoming threatening, with a vertical tail, is a more dominant signal as if to say to other dogs. “Back off loser, or suffer!””

As the tail drops low, it’s a sign that the dog is either ill or becoming more submissive or may be is worried. When the dog tail is almost underneath them, then they are afraid. It’s written if the tail wags fast especially if the hips wag with the tail, this means the dog is very excited. Interesting, as that is for sure my Waggatail, hence her name. but when she is working, she is the one who holds her tail almost straight out behind her, still. Where as The Little Fella’s tail, is held so very high but doesn’t wag. So, when working, he is telling other dogs to back off. Funny really as he is a big softy with the cutest face. He is almost cream in colour too with big black eyes and eye lashes with brows to match…

 

This fact of the study is funny, it’s a new discovery. If your dog tail wags to the right, they are feeling more positive. If to the left, then they are more negative about the situation or person. To be honest, I have never noticed if our dogs wag to the left or right, they seem to be in the middle…

 

This study was held in Italy. 30 pet dogs were put in a cage. In front of their cage they were shown many things like first their owners stood before them. Then an unfamiliar person then a cat then a dominant dog.

 

When we are talking about a dog’s tail to the left or right, if you imagine standing behind the dog with the dog’s tail in front of you as if you are following the dog.

 

And I was reading this which I shall not be telling Hub as he is always telling me off for hugging my dogs. Well, OK not so much as hugging them but kissing them. Hahahaha. How to annoy the Hubster. He always lectures me about the germs I can catch from a dog. Well I don’t exactly kiss their blooming lips, do I? just their head or cheek. But if you hug them new studies say you stress them out. Well I have studied over the years Psychology and there’s evidence that hugging is important and pleasant when a mother hugs her child, the child gets a surge of the hormone oxytocin and so does the mother, and that hormone is associated with loving and bonding. So, how can it be that hugging a dog isn’t good for a dog? Well they say that dogs are cursorial animals which is a term which means they are designed for running. A dog first sign of defence is not using their teeth but to have the ability to run away.

 

But surely a dog who lives with us, who is treat well, knows they are not going to be hurt by us?

 

   And when you are getting a lick thinking the dog is kissing you, apparently studies show this too can be a sign of anxiety. Really? As can yawning, well I knew that or raising one paw. Funny my Waggs does that if I tickle her chest, I thought it was so I could reach her belly as she likes her stomach tickled. So, if she sits next to me, I scratch her chest, she lifts her paw I tickle her tummy but she doesn’t move so is she stressed?

 

I do know that LF doesn’t like a hug. Hubs last dog didn’t either. Now I know what I know, I guess I am going to have to stop hugging. Shame, they are my big teddy bears.

 

Hub and Boy Wonder were having a discussion at the dinner table tonight, just as Hub devoured a chicken and BW wrapped his chops around a huge vegan wrap or three. Hub. (So, should vegans own a cat?) BW, yes. Hub but the cats kill other creatures. Me, yes but we can’t sit little Tinkerbell down and say hey honey, about you and these birds… But we can talk to other humans and try to get them to realise the pain they are causing.

Well it was a twenty-minute conversation where it was two against one but Hub sometimes just likes to play devils advocate.

 

 In our News, Theresa May in my opinion is really being treat really badly in fact I would go as far as to say she is being bullied but so far, bless her, she has stood strong an yet never once lost her temper or got angry unlike almost every single other Government official.

 

What people need to know is, no matter who would have guided us out of Europe, would have received the same rude comments and ignorant remarks. At the end of the day, she isn’t a bad person. Most disabled people in our country are receiving more money now than ever before. There are cuts, but there are also new openings! Now the days of Margaret Thatcher, don’t get me started on her. She was everything that Mrs May isn’t. May is very calm and quiet with a great sense of humour.

 

We really need to give her a break. Now, the majority voted to leave Europe, this doesn’t mean we want to be enemies, quite the opposite, we are just fed up of handing out so much money and we have to start to say no to so many people coming into our country because quite frankly, our schools are so full. In some schools, some if not most classrooms, the majority of children don’t speak English. So, the kids who do, have to wait until the other children catch up. We can’t get a GP’s appointment for at least three weeks. A load of Government money goes on things like translators in hospitals etc. Children who don’t speak English have to have interpreters again costing a lot of money. My friend who is a teacher out of 32 children in her class this year, 24 of them now are of non-speaking English. And there are at least eight other languages being spoken.

 

We are a tiny Ireland we are so full. I mean if anyone wants to live in Australia, there are rules and regulations. And nothing is said. So why so much fuss in the UK?

 

Many other countries will watch to see what happens to the UK then follow if they think it’s gone OK, but how many other countries will have a leader who will be as patient and eloquent as our PM?

 

No matter of your political views, you have to admit, you have never seen her lose her temper or blame anyone. She has never called anyone names like other leaders.

 

-5C is expected next week in the UK. It’s going to be a cold one.

 

Some good news, in Lancashire, UK, they started after so many protests, fracking. Well there were a few earthquakes and they have stopped fracking for now, fantastic.

 

Scientists have discovered a so-called super earth just, six light years away. Well, what makes it a super earth? May be the size of it?

 

Farmers have been told to cut down on antibiotics, I guess we are becoming resistant to them by eating the meat?

 

Apparently, weight lifting is better for the heart than running. Well our Son will be glad to know that.

 

They say that small robots will kill the farmers tractor. So, robots rather than the ride on.

 

So, robots on the fields and robots I wrote about the other day to send viruses to the back of our eyes and they will use if not already, robots in our surgical theatres. A steadier hand… Until it all goes wrong… and robots take over haha.

On that note, have a great weekend. Be nice to those who are nice to you. Care for those who may reflect your future and show respect for those who may respect you.

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 14 November 2018

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCE CHARLES BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Happy birthday to our Prince Charles. Gosh he is sounding old. Can you imagine though celebrating your Sons 70th birthday? I hope our Queen lasts many more years, well at least a few, bless her, she is now 92, I think. The queens Mother lasted until she was 102. She was born in 1900. Wow. I can’t believe it’s been 16 years since the Queen Mother died… Where has time gone?

 

The Queen Mothers parents were not a baker and Barba, but her Father was the 14th Earl of Strathmore and her Mother was Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorn.

 

Our Queen had a sister Princess Margaret. She died in 202, so a dreadful 12 months or so for our Queen. First her Mum then her sister. Though her sister was 71 not old at all, she died of a stroke. I’m sure she was a heavy smoker.

 

Our queens Husband, The Duke of Edinburgh is 97. They have been married 71 years this month. He started to write to her when she was only 13. I’m so not a fan of him. But I do love our queen. I met her when I was young and gave her a poesy of flowers. That was an amazing day. I had tea with the Lord Mayor before handing our Queen some flowers. My Husband has had lunch with her and he said what everyone says, she speaks to you like you are the only person in the room. It will be a very sad day when she leaves us.

 

Well just in case Prince Charles is reading this blog, well, you never know…. Happy birthday Charlie boy. You have given the world a beautiful future with your two Sons.

 

Just thought, he may be busy celebrating today, so there’s always tomorrows read? Haha!

 

 

Tuesday, 13 November 2018

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE BY FIONA CUMMINGS (TRUE STORY)


Soon Hub and I shall be decorating our house for Christmas. We like to be early to look forward. As soon as the big day is over, I’m so ready to take down my decs. Last year on Boxing day, the day after Christmas, I was getting the boxes ready to start to dismantle everything. To Hubs horror. He wanted to wait until New Years day, which is not like him, he’s normally like me, but most people in our avenue of all sorts, put the decorations up later and down much later. I always say the same. They are decorations for Christmas, not called New Year decorations,

 

I dislike New Year immensely. I could quite easily just sit at home with Hub and watch TV. Even going to bed before midnight. Is there a Bah Humbug version of New Year?

 

 The funny thing is, loads of my friends dislike that time of year too. We have been invited out for New Year, but to be honest, I’m so not feeling it…

 

New Year is just people who want to get as drunk as they can and snog a total stranger dressed as a chicken. People who promise to do all sorts keeping in touch through out the new year who never bother again. Until the next year. People who wish everyone a happy new year but don’t give a stuff if they have a happy one or not. Hahaha. See, Bah Humbug!!!

 

I used to love New Year in Russia. It was exciting. And I was young enough to believe in promises. Also, there were no kissable chickens in sight.

 

In a country full of dirty snow and bleak skies, elderly ladies looking very angry and torturous eye treatment, a sparkle at New Year was much needed. The thought of Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost turning up at the hotel I stayed at, absolutely drunk out of his skull, gave such amusement to my teenage years.

 

I had two days off my treatment. A good start. I would go to the hairdressers in our hotel. It would be something like 4 roubles towards the end of the eighties, about £4. My Mum would always have a choice of beautiful dresses for me to pick. I never got a choice of clothes when I was young, not when bought, but I had the pick of my Mums selection that she packed in our huge suitcase. This particular year one of my most favourite New Years of all time, I had a Russian boyfriend. He was tall and so very handsome. Everywhere we went together, girls/women used to eat him with their eyes and their voices would be like melting chocolate around him!  I used to feel so proud to be with him. He worked as a model but we met at the hotel where I stayed each visit. He said he would like to see what I was wearing for our night. I had three dresses that year. One was a beautiful cream lace short dress without sleeves. The other was a very long pale green dress that was floaty more like a bridesmaid’s dress. My least favourite. I was hoping he would not have picked that one as he said he would like to be the one who decided… and the third, my favourite was a very long straight silky dress. Again, shoestring straps with a very figure-hugging bodice which really showed off my figure. I had one in those days. It was what we call teal now days, but back then I think it was called sea green.

 

I had gold four-inch heels. So, into the cockroach bathroom, but don’t worry, as they ran when I turned on the light… change and out. So, I put on my favourite dress first, the teal one. Stood there. Looked at my Boyfriend, he smiled and just looked through my soul with his steely blue eyes. I still in my mind see his face. He was the most handsome of all men. I melted at his glance. His presence was a lifetime gift as far as I was concerned.

 

My second dress after getting no comment from that one, was the very revealing lace one. I stood before him. Again, he smiled. I turned to walk away as he wasn’t going to say yes to that one, as he was very protective, or jealous if any other man would talk to me, so no way he would be happy me wearing that.

 

I put on the frumpy all cover up one… felt like I had lost a bride. Walked out and to my horror, he walked over to me. Took my hand. Kissed the back of it. With his other hand, he turned up the old-fashioned tape machine I used to take to Russia for some western comfort of music, and with that same hand. He placed his hand on the small of my back put a kiss into my neck and gently danced with me. At the end of the dance, I wanted to take off that dress and put on my jeans. Then put away frumpy dress number three. Hang up dress number two and on the back of the hotel room chair, lay the dress number one, the one I was going to wear that night….

 

He and I were like peas in a pod. We thought alike.

Oh.

Until he told me I would be the most beautiful girl at the dance that night.

In my bright green floaty, frummmmmpy dress.

Nonononononononono

But,

Yep.

He wanted me to wear that blooming awful thing.

 

I would do anything he asked of me. I was his puppet. He pulled my strings that night.

 

Later on, I asked him why that dress?

He replied.

“your body is only for me to see…””

Okey dokey

I still danced the night away with lots of guys from Georgia. I was far from flirtatious, I just adored dancing. And the best fun was either the delegations from Mexico, with their guitars and forever singsongs, or Georgians who were always so much fun.

 

Champagne was a flow and I laughed and had so much fun with many friends who I had known for years. Genuine people. Once I got to know Russian people, I understood most of them and all they wanted to do in their rather repressed life was be happy. And for New Years Eve, we were all so happy. Sadly, reality had to wake up and life once again began!

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

DIARY OF CHANGE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Well a country that has been in our top ten since I started writing my blog has gone. Is it in 11th place or lower? Perhaps it’s just one read from the country in tenth position and it will return by the end of the week? So, which country has knocked Poland from the top ten countries to be shown on my stats?

Spain was in the top ten for ages so I thought Spain would have been the country who pipped Poland to the post, but no, it’s Ireland!

 

In total views now on this blog page, 352,259. All time most read blogs are as follows.

Hospital nightmare 1,811

White cane and able 1,793

The road to positive blindness 1,307

What is beauty to those who are blind1,082

Phone call from shock 1,062

So, all medical in some way. Personally, my favourite blogs are from 2012 and 13.

Diary of a hoot at Halloween was quite funny to write last month. Not sure how funny it was to read though. Haha.

 

I had the new gardener today looking at a fence for the side of the house. He quoted me and I don’t know how he dare sleep in his bed at nights… seriously, no. it’s not happening.

 

I’m still letting him think I can see. Oh, heck it’s so difficult though.

 

My Son got through to his next stage of interview. So now it’s a waiting game. He was up against a lot of people, so he did good. Personally I think he will be bored stiff doing the job he has applied for, but it’s in an office, nice and warm and only dealing with staff, not customers.  

 

It’s that time again I have to think of what to cook for dinner for BW and Hub. Gosh I hate it. I said to my Husband the other day. I’m on strike, you decide what to make for dinner. Guess what? He ended up having cereal. Me? Toast. In his past he cooked all the time, he has become very lazy in the kitchen. I just get really fed up of doing the same things every day. And now my Son is on his healthy vegan diet and Hub is cutting down, everything it seems, I’m pulling my hair out.

 

Hub says he can’t compete with my cooking. Yeah right, like saying he can’t iron as good as me… Reverse Psychology aint working honey…

Or is it? I’m still cooking… Oh, and I’m still ironing… just I don’t believe I’m better than Hub. I just have a conscience and need them to eat as best as I can cook for them. And don’t want Hub going out like he’s wearing, the skin of an old wrinkly lady.

 

Hub went to his office today. It’s all in a new building. I’m not too sure LF is impressed. He has a strange place it’s a sectioned off space with Hubs desk in there and the other managers desk. LF can’t see out at the rest of the office. It’s half walls but solid. Bless him, like a little prisoner. Hub says it’s a very good size area, and LF can wonder around, but after looking at Hub and the four little walls, what’s left to view?

Back to his other office in Newcastle tomorrow. And at the end of the week his third office. They say variety is the spice of life.

 

I have been on line and ordered some of my favourite make up. Clarins is the make. I love it, but their website for signing out or checking out I should say, is the worst I have ever been on. Why it has to be so difficult I really don’t know. I complained to a member of staff two years ago and asked them to put my point forward, she said she would but still for screen readers it’s tough.

 

I ordered a gold mascara. How brave is that? I wanted a brown one and would put the gold on the top, but it’s not the easiest thing to find a good quality brown as the ones I have seen say they are almost black. My hair is quite light blonde, so I don’t want black panda eyes. Well they will look like panda eyes by the time I have done them. Smile. I got a sparkly eye shadow and a sparkly blusher.

I never wear eye make up so this will be interesting.

 

Serious now, so very sorry what’s happening in California and the dreadful fires. So many of these we have seen across the world this year. I just can’t imagine this happening. To lose everything that really matters to you like photographs and other personal physical memories, but if you still have them in your heart, they will never die. As long as you are still alive, as so many have already died from this horrific occurrence.

 

We in England are preparing for a bitter cold winter. I love cold winters. Just wish they were not as long. Our winters now seem to go on for six months. Mind you if we get a harsh winter and a stunning summer like we did last year, I can’t complain, though I do still miss four seasons.

 

And science news I have read today. In a statement that seems to contradict itself, they say obesity is a net positive for cutting edge anti-cancer drugs…

Surprising results on some cells especially lung cancer cells. We are often told that second to smoking, obesity is next as a risk factor for causing cancer. But Doctors have said that some overweight patients respond better to treatment and patients who are overweight on a particular drug, lives longer by 27 months in comparison to 14 months for those who are of a normal weight.

 

And this is where it get’s really confusing, just before you reach for that cream cake, firstly remember we are told that by being overweight, we risk developing cancer and secondly, I read that tumours grow faster in obese mice and monkeys and people, studies found that they were slow to   proliferate something to do with a particular type of protein. But these are early studies, though interesting how life can totally contradict itself.

  

And finally, I read a great quote today. A staple may hold things together, but it has to destroy a bit of paper before doing so.

 

Laters.

 

 

 

Monday, 12 November 2018

PAST PRESENT FUTURE BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day Bloggets. I have been reading up on some science news today. In England, we are looking for a scientist to grace our new 50-pound notes. Who will it be?

 

Scientists have created micro bots to swim through the eyes delivering medication directly to where the treatment needs to go, rather than filling the full eye with medication. Sadly, the scientists have to trial the bots in a living animal before letting it be used on humans. I hate that, as I always say, trial on prisoners who have committed evil. Leave the poor animals alone. It really distresses me to think of beautiful dogs and monkeys for example in a lab being treat like they have no feelings, when there are people out there, who have no feelings at all.

 

 The worlds biggest bird which became extinct 300 years ago it weighed half a ton and towered over lesser creatures in its home forests of Madagascar, the 3.5-meter-tall elephant bird may not have been a day time hunter, as it was previously thought, but was a blind creature of the night. Scientists used a Tomography scanner which proved that what the eye saw, was almost non-existent. But it has been shown that their senses as in smell, was larger than other creatures around them. Apparently, this explains how elephant birds were able to live so long after humans invaded Madagascar. Because they hunted by night? So, do you think that should be what I do? Hunt for cabbages by night? Then I will live longer. Haha.

 

Settlers made Madagascar their home over ten thousand years ago.

Grooves on elephant birds have been found, so the settlers basically butchered them. The bird looked a little like an Ostrich.

The bird weighed more than 350 kilograms, their legs were 2 meters long. It was there where the grooves from sharp stone tools were found.

 

I guess more proof of humanity’s constant past present and future destructions. What a job archaeologist have. I wish there was such a job to try to preserve our future rather than looking back at what we ruined, I do understand sometimes we have to know the root before we can allow the tree to grow, but in perspective, what is the ratio between those who investigate into our past and those who look into our future?

 

So back to life as I know it. Hub was telling me last night in the first world war, his great Grandfather was killed along    with his four brothers. Gosh the poor Mother of those five boys.

 

 Adverts in the UK are getting more annoying. Some of them are just music. At the end of them Hub and I are like, and, what was that for? Or there will be two guys for example talking about rubbish, and I wait to see if there are any clues in what they are advertising, and we are like, so, what was that about?

We have audio for only one advert, that is soap pods for the washing machine, we think because it’s for safety as it says be careful around children as they look so colourful so if eaten, obviously, not good.

 

Last week I dropped a washing machine pod on the floor. Oh, heck panic. Thankfully I found it before one of our dogs did. I’m so very careful with them too, until last week when I was trying to do too many things at once.

 

My Husband has lost loads of weight. I have given up on getting on the scales. Sometimes I think a joker has programmed my talking scales to stress me out.

 

Another start to the week. Well I for one am glad the weekend is over. It was a tough one. Thank God for my Beautiful Louise, I don’t know what I would do without you L.

 

Some smiles before I go.

I went around to Barbies house last night to ask if she could recommend a food mixer, she said no, but Ken would.

 

If you have been thinking lately about singing Karaoke with a friend, just duet.

 

She had a photographic memory, but never developed it.

 

Ever tried eating a clock? It’s very time consuming.

 

And try this when you have a guest who has had a bit too much to drink.

The great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes

And this is harder to say than what it looks like.

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If you can’t pronounce the sound of TH?

Thirty-three thirsty thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday.

 

Finally, a funny quote.

A bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove you don’t need it.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 11 November 2018

AS WE REMEMBER BY FIONA CUMMINGS #WilliamBlake


For whatever reason, today has been the most difficult of all years. I miss my Dad so much. In many ways it would have been easier if he had been born on the tenth rather than the eleventh. Remembrance Day. Not that I wouldn’t remember him of course, just today is quite a sombre day for many countries. My Son is oblivious to what today means to many, and he never really knew his Grandad. He knew how to shout his name and recognised him at the time, but he was a toddler when he died, so has forgotten everything. So today he has gone to spend time with small animals in a sanctuary. He told me during breakfast that he wanted a baby pig. Well, he better not bring one home…

 

So, I have spent the day cleaning and sobbing. Seriously, thankfully Hub has spent time away from me so he doesn’t have to feel my sorrow. I’m hurting like you wouldn’t believe. I just don’t understand why this year is so bad. In fact, it’s as bad if not worse, than his first anniversary of his death. I just don’t know why!

 

Our dogs didn’t get their walk. The fresh air would have done them good. But the air was full of water too, as it rained very heavily. Now the sun is out blasting through my window. It’s not even cold. I don’t have the heating on.

 

So, to end my short blog, I would like to say a thank you to all of those soldiers who went to war to do what they thought was right. Especially those who didn’t have a choice. Those who were so young, terrified, those who had a new wife or children back home. And for the parents, I can’t even imagine what pain they must have gone through, to see their Sons go to war.

 

From one of my if not, my favourite poet, William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,

And he wiped my tears away;

And I wept both day and night,

And hid from him my heart's delight.

So, he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten-thousand shields and spears.

 

Soon my Angel came again;

I was armed, he came in vain;

For the time of youth was fled,

And grey hairs were on my head.

 


 

I just wish we could learn from our past and live in peace. No more wars  end the hate around the world.

 

Saturday, 10 November 2018

DO ANYTHING FOR YOU #PoetryByFionaCummings


DO ANYTHING FOR YOU

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Just to hear your voice, one more time

To feel safe with your hand in mine

To see your smile

To be able to visit you, even for a while

To buy a gift for your birthday

To give you a card

But those days have been stolen

And it’s so hard

No more words will be spoken

And my heart is broken

To have a day with you even an hour

But sadly I don’t have that power

You were taken from me

Far too soon

But you were set free

From your pain

And were given wings to fly to the moon

On your journey ever so far

I hope you caught all the stars

And found your pot of gold over the rainbow

I love you you know

These words are so true

I’d do anything for you

 

© Fiona Cummings 11 11 2018

Happy Birthday Dad I will never let you be forgotten

 

 

HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening Bloggets. Today I went to visit my dear friend who just happens to be my hairdresser too. He’s the best. I love to visit him. He’s like a brother. The town was awful. There were protesters against Brexit. People say there were one thousand people there. It was intimidating. It was a total stressful atmosphere. Before three in the afternoon too it was full of drunks. I can’t stand going there. But I love my guy and it’s been four months since I had my hair cut. It was desperate.  

 

Hairdressers are so noisy now days. And they don’t make sense. The first hairdressers I went to where my friend worked, was a very well known one. You walked through the door and straight ahead was the counter. But then to the left and right were the seats. The last one he worked, was the worst, as there were steps to the sink for example. Todays was the most unusual. When I got to the seat, I seamed to be in the middle of the room with someone in front of me someone behind. Sounds all around. Thank God James is so lovely, he met me and guided me all the way, I love his new way, as he washes hair as well as cuts, so I don’t need to worry as like other places, there is the hairdresser and then the person who will wash..  the person washing used to walk off afterwards expecting me to follow.

 

 You are getting your hair cut, how many ladies look in the mirror to see the progress? I can’t do that, but I do trust him. The funny thing is, you know how I’m always trying to act as a sighted person, well today was no different. I found myself talking to him looking through the mirror in front of me. As if to look at his reflection. Well firstly, how stupid is that? Secondly was there even a mirror there? Haha. He was talking to me at the side of me at one point, then I thought, stop doing what you are doing and look at the poor guy. He wasn’t cutting then. I really don’t know why I try to do stupid things like that. I guess it stems from just trying to fit in. well didn’t fit in this afternoon getting there for sure. I stotted into so many people. I got shouted at by one woman. It was hell in the town today. But now my hair is so soft and I have had the thumbs up from my boy. He loves my hair cut. And he is very particular.

 

I got home, Hub was in the house I was starving. I couldn’t be bothered to cook for the family, so I suggested a Pizza delivered. Hmm. I thought that was a good idea. Well Hub isn’t eating. BW is into only health food. So, that left me. Normally I would say no, I’m not ordering a Pizza for one person. But stuff it… I did. It came. I couldn’t eat it all as always, and I only ordered a medium one. But hey, it will keep till later.

 

I need to get back into reading books on my kindle. Those cold days are perfect to listen to words written by wonderful people who share their talents with whoever will listen or read what they have to say. I have to confess I don’t read like I would like to my head is too full to relax enough to be able to escape into another world. I admire my friend JB who listens to her books. I would feel so guilty that I’m chilling whilst I should be doing something, an yet, I can write, but when I do that, my mind is working, when I’m listening to a book, my mind thinks of something else and the books just background sound. I can’t seem to be able to get into listening and relaxing. But in my plan, I really wish to do so!

 

      Today is the tenth day of November 2018. One day until Remembrance Day. I feel so sad at this time of year. Tomorrow on such a day would have been my Darling Dads birthday. How I miss him. I have been robbed of 20 of his birthdays. How I wish I could have one more chance to buy his jumper, and his pair of slippers. How I wish I could hug my Dad and say happy birthday to him. Tomorrow is a day we remember the soldiers. And for me a day I remember the best man who ever lived. A caring kind funny loving Dad. I burn inside with pain. I miss him so much. I wish he could have got to know Hub and my Son more!

 

My Dad was a great soul, and they say that great souls never die. My Dad never told me off. He left that to my Mum. Smile. He never showed me how to live, he just let me watch him, and learn from his ways.

 

So, Dad, wherever you are, who ever you are with, I wish you a very happy birthday. I hope people where you are now are showing you the respect you deserve and giving you the love, you should have, because you always had so much love for others.

 

I wish I was going out tomorrow to keep me busy, but I’m staying in. Our dogs may be going for a lovely walk locally. But apart from that, I guess it will be a day of housework. But you never know, I may be surprised what will happen.

 

Before I go, remember don’t wait for opportunity, create it. What you will allow, is what will continue. Until later. X

 

 

 

  

 

  

 

Friday, 9 November 2018

DIARY OF NEWS IN A BED BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good evening to France, Poland, UK, US, India, Ukraine, Portugal, Brazil, Spain and Ecuador!

I’m in my sitting room with a candle burning. It smells of gingerbread. It’s lovely. Releasing some of the tension that has passed through my house over the past half hour. Haha. Gosh, my Son has ran around today and driven for hours, he has been with friends to a cafĂ© and on the menu was a vegan sandwich. He ordered and ate 80 per cent of it. Then went to the counter and asked what the substance was on it? Well turned out to be butter. So, that’s now on Instagram and BW’s vegan followers of over a thousand are all sharing as we speak. As he said, what about people who are allergic to dairy? It’s a big thing in the UK now especially after a young girl died some weeks ago after eating something with nuts in when on the packaging it read that it was free of nuts.

 

He drove his gf to work today. And drove back, now he has to go to our town because of someone’s lack of observation, then he is driving in rush hour to pick his GF up again and back. So, four hours if you count this morning, to drive her there and back. Because he is a very kind person. I suggested Sham should get a train as it’s only a minute from where she works. He could then pick her up at our station, in our town, as that is only fifteen minutes’ drive from here, not two hours by the time he gets there and back, but that isn’t going to happen. 

 

I found a vegan cheese sauce today it comes in a pot for the fridge. I boiled carrot sticks, cauliflower and broccoli, then fried some mushrooms in oil/Vegan friendly, along with some leaks and tomatoes as well as a red pepper. Put the drained vegetables in a casserole pot, then poured the cheese sauce over the veg Then, poured over the top the fried food. And then put it in the oven to warm the sauce through. He will have Vegan sausages with that. I bought them yesterday, they are really interesting. They are home made. Not by me but a company called Heck. For screen readers, that is Heck with an H. You can buy them from Waitrose and Asda in the UK. They have great names like The Beat goes on, Bollywood Bangers and the ones I made today are made from Quinoa, spinach, ginger, chilli and a hint of mint. They are best pan fried, and only take two minutes turning all the time. Remember they are not an animal so you can’t go wrong.

 

My Son has got through to the next stage in his interview. He looked so smart. This job is for something he has not done before. So, let’s see. The feedback was great. He was well spoken, knew his subject and was a very polite intelligent young man. My feedback was,

 he looked like some kind of character from James Bond. I love him to bits. I’m so proud of him as is his Dad. Talking of my Husband, he’s coming home from a long way today. I expect he will be tired when he gets in. He still isn’t well. I’m really worried about him.

 

Thank you for all your requests for poetry for Christmas and other occasions. I’m giving it until the end of the weekend then having to put on hold any other requests as to prepare all the poems I have so far, will take at least three weeks.

 

Please feel free to write to me and vote for your favourite blogs of 2018.


 

Off to get my hair cut tomorrow in our town. Hoping to get it done before the Christmas crowds come to our area.

 

It’s a new place. Same hairdresser. I follow him wherever he goes. I jut hope he stays put now, smile. Is that proper English even? To stay put? It means to stay still. Seriously, is it English, or Geordie? Geordie is the accent from where I come from in England.

 

In Australia there has been another terrorist attack, oddly it hasn’t made news on the radio here, and there has been Again another gun crime in America. 307 different shootings this year. How to fight gun crime? Not gun on gun, that’s for sure. My thoughts go out to those who are left to grieve for the poor people who were murdered.

 

In our headlines, a woman was catapulted from her bed during sex has lost her claim in court. Hahahaha. I wanted to know where she got that bed from? An amusement parks?

But reading more into it, not sure I would want that bed, as she has been left paralysed.

 

A warning. Three huge asteroids will fly dangerously close to earth this weekend. One is the size of a skyscraper.

 

In England, prescriptions for diabetics soars to over 1 billion pounds per year.

 

So, I shall close for the weekend now, but I hope you all have a good one. Take care and talk soon. X