There once was a flea called Billy
Who felt a little bit silly
He just couldn’t jump
And so got the hump
And sat all day watching the telly
Month: December 2025
SADJE’S SUNDAY POSER
Sadje, thankyou for this question. It is one that I have been wondering about regarding other bloggers. I personally never stop blogging over Christmas. My husband and I find it a very very lonely time as we have no family and it rubs hard. So I always make it clear that if anyone wishes to come to some place to find somebody around, I will be on my blog. That of course depends upon my health at the time which at the moment as right now it is bad and so I am a bit hit and miss though I a am trying to keep going.
I am hoping that others will be around at Christmas and I will certainly visit your blog with my husband’s help Sadje. Hope that answers your question from me.
CHARLIE THE BUDGIE’S DIARY
There’s a lot going on in this ouse at the moment. My room is full of wheelchairs and men keep on coming in. Yesterday Magda came in and gave me a new carpet but she also moved one of the wheelchairs so that there was more room in the room. I don’t really know what’s going on in this house because it seems chaotic to me. But I’m only a budgie so I don’t really know. Hope keeps sneaking in and telling me how chaotic it is. She told me about boxes that have legs or something. Anyway, they can move on their own with no one with them. She also told me about that horrible man called Mr. Arthur Itis. He manages to get into this house somehow and she thinks he comes down the chimney like Father Christmas. If he does then he’ll appear in my room because the chimney is here. I’ll have to watch out for a man in a red suit with a white beard. I don’t really know much about Christmas because I was only born a few months ago. I think I came out of an egg. Then when it was Spring I wanted to make egg with a lady budgie but there weren’t any lady budgies around.
I don’t know if there are any boxes in here or not. Anyway as long as Magda can still get in to feed me and give me a new carpet it’ll be okay. Dad feeds me a lot too. I tell him my dish is empty when it’s still half full. I see it as half empty and I’m not taking any chances. Dad bought me fourteen boxes of Trill the other day from Amazon. Tescos had stopped selling it so he made sure he had plenty in for me from Amazong. I wonder how long it will take me to get through fourtenn boxes of Trill. I hope it makes me trill better. I’m quite good at trilling now, and I can hit the high notes too. I can sing quite nicely.
I’d better go now and watch out for that Father Christmas
Cheep cheep cheep
RDP SUNDAY Clutch
With thanks for today’s word
When I was learning to drive, I had a plethora of different driving instuctors. Many of them were not good and didn’t know how to explain things. I don’t know how they managed to stay in business. It was quite some time before I found a femal driving instructor who was good. She explained well and had patience too. Her name was phyl. I was fortunate enough to have my own car by this time too, but could only drive it when my husband was with me. I got plenty of practice because I desperately wanted to pass my driving test. In my driving lessons we practised the clutch over and over again. I got really good with it after at first sliding on it a lot.
One problems with Phy’ls car was that everything was on the opposte side to ost other cars including mine. It was a Kia and even though it was a lovely car, it was really difficult remembering that everything was the other way around to in my own car.
The day of the driving test eventually came. I was clutch perfect. No problems. I would pass my driving test with ease. I didn’t reckon for council bin day though. The examiner took me up a narrow cul de sac where the bin wagons were and it was up a hill too. I really panicked. I had never been up this road before and I didn’t know it. I did my best, but at the end of the test the examiner gave me the bad news that I had failed on my use of the clutch. I had slid it.
I was gutted. After all that time, and becoming clutch perfect.
It must have been about a year later that I eventually did pass my driving test in a different town and under a different driving instructor whose car had everything the right way around.
FOWC Bedazzle
With thanks to Fandango
It wasn’t difficult for Sophie to bedazzle him when they were younger. She saw him on the dance floor and she knew that she had to have him. She was full of feminine wiles despite being so young and she put everything into effect in order to catch him. There was nothing he could do to stop the attraction that he felt for her. It was no good. He was hooked, and happily so.
They married one beautifuln Spring day and everything was wonderful. She bedazzled him that day too, her wedding gown glistening in the sunlight. It was a perfect day, and in the days and weeks that followed everything was wonderful. An amazing honeymoon in the Bahamas, and then back to ordinary life again in the flat which they had managed to get for themselves. Life went on, with him going to work every day in an office and her teaching dancing.
Some years later things had begun to fall apart. He was fed up with his work and seemingly not seeing much money for his efforts, and she became fed up with teaching dancing to recalcitrant students. The life seemed to go out of their marriage.
One day, at breakfast, he commented on it. They hardly spoke to each other now. She listened, and had to agree that something had gone from out of their marriage.
“I’ve got an idea,” she said. “You go off and buy yourself some new clothes and pretend you are young again. Doesn’t matter what it is that you buy. And I’ll go off and buy myself something too. We’ll have a celebratory dinner and see if we can inject something back again.”
“Yes, we’ll try it,” he said. “ i just want us to be how we used to be.”
They set a date for the celebratory dinner and they both went off and did their thing.
It was September and there were wet leaves on the ground all over the place. On his way home one evening he slipped and feel on the leaves, cracking his head as he did so. He was taken into hospital and she visited him there. As she looked at him in the bed, she was suddenly filled with such love for him. It did far more for them than any celebratory dinner could have done. In time he recovered, but they never forgot those days in the hosppital and they realised that their love was stronger than ever. It had stood the test. No need for any more bedazzling. At least not in the sense that they had seen it. She only had to look at him with her dark brown eyes and he was bedazzled.
BEYOND THE FIELDS
Across the fields lies
The essence of good times passed
I sit and ponder
JEWEL OF THE MORNING
Jewel of morning
Shining in the hazy sun
Captured in my heart
DAILY WRITING PROMPT
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I started school when I was five years old and what a dramatic day it was. My mother felt very proud of my new red and gold uniform. I had a read blazer with a gold crest on the top pockert and I think a skirt to match. She took me on that first morning and as soon as I got there and saw her leaving me I began to scream and scream and scream. Enough to wake the dead, I would have thought. Fortunately there were no cemeteries nearby. I must have eventually calmed down somewhat. In the afternoon things got better though because straight after lunch the teacher told us to cross our arms on our desks and put our heads on them to have a little sleep. I loved this. I started to feel safe again. I have often wondered what would have happened if we had not had that nap.
When my mother came to collect me at the end of school, she took me to a cafe nearby and she had some toast and a cup of tea. I think she offered me a bit of toast but I am not sure. We often used to go there after that.
So that was my first day at school.
HOPE SAYS….Another cardboard box came into the kitchen all on its own
Woof woof woof
I don’t know what is going on in this house but another box came into the kitchen all on its own again today. I was about to try to demolish it when Dad appeared in his wheelchair and he started to unpack it and it was ANOTHER FRIDGE. It was a fridge the other day too. I didn’t know why Dad needed two fridges but I’m all in favour if it means they will have more room for food for me. Then Magda appeared and Dad told her that he’d only ordered one fridge but they’d sent two. But he’d only pain for one. That was from Amazon. Everyone was scratching their heads, but then Dad asked Magda if she wanted it as a Christmas present. She said she would love it. It will go to Little Magda who is only ten because she loves cooking and she can keep all her stuff in it.
Then tonight Dad had a catastrophe. He put a shepherds pie into the table top oven that he always uses and suddenly he found that the container that it was in started to melt. It had all gone into the shepherds pie. It was a chilled one brought by Ocado today. Dad has no idea why it happened but no one will eat sheperds pies now, not even me.
I wonder if they put shepherds into shepherds pies. And if they do, where do they get their shepherds from? I think one shepherd would make lots of shepherds pies. The freezer would be absolutely full of shepherds pies and there wouldn’t be room for anything else.
Anyway then Dad had to do salmon and pasta and Mum hates it but there wasn’t anything else. He uses a tin of salmon for it and cream cheese and nakes a kind of sauce. I was happy because I got the lickings out of the cream chesse container. I like cream cheese. It’s better than shepherds.
Dad doesn’t know what him and Mum are going to have to eat any more because everything has been a disaster lately. I’m glad I’ve got my kibble and turkey pouches. He can’t mess those up. I don’t think Mum and Dad would eat kibble.
I’ve got a big new rug again because of the slippery kitchen floor. It didn’t used to be slippery but someone must have worn too many slippers on it. I don’t wear slippers but my back legs do give way because of Mr. Arthur Itis. He’s a pemanent visitor to this house now. I don’t know how he gets in. I wonder if he gets down the chinmey like Father Christmas.
I’d better go now and watch out for people with slippers on and Mr. Arthur coming down the chimney.
Dad and Mum are upstairs now so I’m in charge again. I’ve also got to watch out for boxes coming in on their own. I ‘m going to be a bit busy. Bye for now
Woof woof woof
FOWC Closet
With thanks to Fandango
Frank hadn’t been into the back bedroom for a long time. It was a big old rambling house and the closet in that room had had its doors put on upside down by the removal men when he had moved into the house. He’d never bothered to get them changed, and it felt strange being in this room. He walked over to the closet and suddenly one of the doors opened and a hand came out holding a can of beer. Frank nearly jumped out of his skin. Slowly he approached the hand and took the can of beer out of it, saying,
“Who’s there?”
No one answered, and the closet door closed. Frank stood scrathing his head and quaking somewhat. Then the closet door opened again suddenly and a hand came out bearing a beef and horseradish sandwich. Frank was really rattled this time and shouted once again,
“Who’s there?”
Still no answer. He was about to beat a hasty retreat when the door opened again, and a hand came out bearing a knife covered in blood.
Frank had had it this time. He ran as fast as he could from the closet and the bedroom. He couldn’t run fast enough, and then suddenly he woke up on his bedroom floor.
“Oh my God, what a nightmare,” he said to Jeannie, his wife.
“That’ll teach you for eating cheese at night,”said Jeannie.
SOCS ATURDAY Usual
With thanks to Linda G. Hill for this prompt
The one thing about usual is that what is usual at one time will not be usual at another time. It is usual for me to do SOCS on a Saturday and it is unusual for me not to do it, but there are Saturdays when I don’t do it for various reasons. So what is usual?
I don’t think we can guarantee what is usual. It might be a bit of a guide to go by but it is not a certaintly.
There are many things that were usual for me in my younger days. Every January I would start planning for our holiday in the Lake District. I would look out the walks that we night do, like which fells to climb, and prepare myelf in my mind for it, using the book that most fell walkers use, which is Wainwright. He describes the walks so beautifully that you can feel you are on the fell even when you are not.
It was a wonderful time doing the planning and anticipating the wonderful holiday to come. Not always did it work out as I had hoped for. Sometimes it rained for three weeks solid, and none of the walks got done.
At one time it was usual for us to have a daily newspaper delivered through the door, but I don’t think we have newspaper boys and girls now. I loved to get the Daily Mail and I would always go straight for the cartoon called “Love Is.” There were always two figures in it and there would be som caption saying what love is. I often wondered how someone came up with a different caption every day.
We no longer get a newspaper and we get most of our news from the internet. Not as good as a nespaper but as I am blind now I owuldn’t be able to read a newspaper. There are talking newspapers but they are a bit complicated for me to us.
All in all I don’t think you can really go too much by what is usual but it can be a bit a guide and that is all.
So now I will do my usual and sing off.
LIVING FLAME YOU BURN
Living flame you burn on in the darkness
Never do you die for nought will quench you
All the griefs of life your fire will harness
I know and feel your heat the whole night through
Though blind eyes cannot see your fervent dance
My heart has eyes a purer light to see
A light not of this earth my life enhance
A light bestowed only by Love’s decree
A way now opens up in shadows dark
The mist is lifting now I see so clear
Once was my life so heavy and so stark
Lived in sorrow and the prison of fear
O living flame join hands with me today
And let us dance together now I pray
THE DANCE GOES ON FOREVER
Circling round at the end of the path
Taking in all that life has been
Gathering good and bad alike
Embracing all that has been
Hearing only the voice of my Love
Silencing others within
Though my eyes are dim and my sight has gone
I do not need eyes to see
My heart has eyes and my soul has ears
My Love speaks clearly to me
Those clanging voices I will ignore
For only one voice is true
Its name is Love and Love above all
A lifetime has taught me to know it
So oft have doubts and fears filled my path
But now I am at the end
No more am I walking but circling round
Just waiting for the call
A life I carry within my soul
My offering to my Love
And so now I wait in the silence of Love
As the Dance goes on for ever
RDP FRIDAY Change
In old money it used to be one penny to go to the public conveniences in England. It was awful when you only had a five or a ten pound note and you had to aske someone for change so that you could go to one of them. !
HOPE SAYS…..I’ve been naughty
Woof woof woof
I’ve been a real naughty girl. Well, that’s according to Dad. I think I’ve just been being a dog.
I managed to get a whole packet of sizzlers out of the kitchen cupboard and I was unpacking them and starting to eat them. Dad was mean. He took them off me.
I also got the roll of kitchen towel off the work surface and tore it into lots and lots and lots of bits of paper. Dad had to clear it all up off the floor and there was a LOT. It took him a real long time.
I don’t think I’ve done anything else that Dad saw as naughty but I might do something more tonight. I can’t help being a dog. I’m only playing.
I do get in Dad’s way a lot though. I stand there in front of his wheelchair and he can’t move. But often it’s only so I can put my head on his lap and tell him I love him.
I did tip two bowls of water over as well though. I just remembered that. Well, I like paddling. A dog has to do something to make life interesting.
Kate came today to clean and I had to go behind the wheelchair again because Kate is not sure of dogs. She had to come into the room where I was to put something into the freezer and I went and stood right in front of her between her and the freezer. She did laugh. I think she might be getting a bit used to me.
I’ll sing off now because Dad is doing some beefburgers and I need to watch to see if any of them drop. I have to be ready you see.
Bye for nnow.
Woof woof woof
SONGS OF TEARS AND JOY
Going back
to that place wind
rustling in trees waving
casting their shadows light and dark
making
pictures
that constantly move intertwine
light and dark dancing songs
of tears and joy
embrace
THE THIEF
Perhaps
One day the thief
Will come taking away
All of our liberties for now
The time
Has come
For the brainwashing to begin
Wearing deceptive clothes
Watch out
FOWC Misconstrue
Thanks Fandango. Meant to do this earlier and wasn’t sure which was the correct word for today. Anyway here goes.
It is amazing just how much one can misconstrue when talking on the phone. I have a friend in Ireland to whom I occasionally talk on the phone. This person speaks very fast and tends to never stop to take a breath. You can hardly get a word in edgeways. It can be quite funny but often leads to one of us misconstruing something. There have been times when it wasn’t funny and got a bit serious. Given also the different cultures that we live in, it can happen so easily.
On the other hand there are those who love to misconstrue things and this is even more difficult.
When I think about the world and the state we are in these days, I just despair at times. Is some of it due to misconstruing or not? I think not. Sadly our world has changed a lot and not for the better.
POSTING AT DIFFERENT TIMES
I seem to be posting at very different times to what I used to. I tend to not get to my blog until later in the day and often not until the evening here. Life seems to be on long round of medications, eating two hours later and just simply getting on with it.
I won’t be stopping blogging but may not be the same as I was. Thanks for all of you for continuing to follow me
A DAY OUT AT TWIGMOOR, LINCOLNSHIRE
About four or five miles away from my town is a place called Twigmoor. It is a very lonely place and there some woods there called Twigmoor Woods. They are very beautiful in the autumn, but there is a lonely road that you can go down and on the raod is an ancient farmhouse. It is called Twigmoor Hall, and way back in the early 1600s what were called recusants would meet there and from there some of the planning of the blowing up of the Houses of Parliament went on in secret. Guy Fawkes was famous for this and though the plot failed, it has given rise to our Guy Fawked Night, or Bonfire Night when everyone lets fireworks off and has a party. Recusants were people who refused to become Protestant and wanted to remain in the Roman Catholic Church. The whole country had turned Protestant at the Reformation and those who would not obey were hung, drawn and quartered and the heads of those people humg on bridges and various places as a warning to others who might disobey the law of the land. It was called treason in those days.
At Twigmoor Hall, which is still inhabited today, and is a farm, there is what was called a priest hhole. This was only found recently by the present day farmer. In this they used to hide a priest so that Mass could still be celebrated in secret. Often, however, they were caught, and were hung drawn and quartered.
It is strange to think of all this history in such a place. As you drive down this road, through the trees at a certain point, you can see clearly, the steelworks. So odd to think that this happened so close to my town.
DOWN MEMORY LANE
I am not sure if these were only in England or if other coutries had them too. But do you remember sweets called Spangles?
They were square shaped little boiled sweets and I seem to think that they had a little indentation in the middle of them. You got a packet of them and they came in all sorts of different colours all in the same packet. Red, green, orange, yellow, etc.
I don’t even know if they still make them now.
FOWC Shaft
With thanks to Fandango
Wasn’t sure which was the right word for today but wil do this one
I used to visit a very very old building that had much history attached to it. Strange happenings and all sorts of things. I loved to be in there on my own and I would sit on an iron chest at the back of the buidling near to the heavy oak door. It would be open just slightly and just a shaft of light would be coming through into the building. The building was so dark but with that little shaft of light coming in it changed the shole ambience of the place. Isn’t this just so tru that a tiny shaft of light can mae all the difference.
HAS ANYONE HERE EVER HAD AN IRON INFUSION?
Has anyone here ever had an iron infusion?
We have been searching for a hospital all day that I can go to because my local hospital will only do it when you are sitting in a chair and I can’t sit up for long and need a bed. When I was having chemo I had it from a bbed and now that I am totally bedfast, there is no way in which I can receive it in a chair. Also it looks like there are some horrid side effects. Can anyone tell me if they had side effects?
We have tried hospitals thirty miles away as my doctor told me to choose a hospital. It didn’t have to be my local one. However, many are not prepared to give any information about how they give it.
It has been quite a distressing day.
I would really welcome anyone’s input who has had one of these infusions. Thanks in advance if you can help. XHAS ANYONE HERE EVER HAD AN IRON INFUSION?
THE CAT CALLED MATT
There once was a cat called Matt
Who felt such an awful prat
He climbed up a tree
So that he could see
Fell out and then that was that
THE LITTLE DAISY
Near the wooden seat
I saw a little daisy
And felt its power
SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS
Searching for answers
I fly across the rooftops
Into the night sky
JAM DOUGHNUT
Jam doughtnut come here
Have a party in my mouth
Taste buds are waiting
DRINK DEEP IN DARKNESS
Drink deep in darkness
Discover living water
Spurting from the rock
COPYRIGHT
What is my birthright?
Is it like a Copyright?
Once you stole my soul
But never could you keep it
I found it under my skin
OUR STAIR LIFT IS FINALLY FIXED ,we think
Some of you have been reading about the saga of our stair lift which kept breaking down and leaving my husband stranded. The firm so called fixed it at least four times but it always broke down immediately again. The last time, en engineer told us that it actually needed new parts and he fixed it for the time being. Our hearts were in our mouths all over the weekend and until today. Finally, today, and engineer came and put in the new parts. Do we believe it is finally fixed? For me, my heart is still in my mouth, but my husband is not so lacking in trust of it. I’ll let you know if the fix works.
RDP TUESDAY Achievment
With thanks for today’s word
Jimmy was not exactly one of the most liked little boys in the school. Always smelling of urine and seeming to have a perpetual attack of ringworm on his hands, even the teacher disliked going near him. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about him. She did. It wasn’t his fault that his mother kept him in that state. Often, the school had talked to her about this, but it made no difference in the end.
In fact, Jimmy was a likeable little boy. Despite everything he was quite intelligent and responded well to what was being taught.
Natalie was only a student teacher at the time, and was on her eay to going to university. She wasn’t sure at all that teaching was for her, but at least she wanted to gain some kind of a qualification. Often she felt that she was more in love with her subject than anything else.
Years later, when she had become a tutor at a prominent university, it was degree day when the students received their cap and gowns. She was in absolute shock when Jimmy was one of the students to receive a degree. She was filled with astonishment what an achievment, she thought to herself. It just showed that she should never give up on anyone. Great things were possible.
FOWC Disco
Thanks Fandnago for this word today
Jenny loved to dance. Ever since she had been a little girl she had longed to go to dancing lessons, but her mother wouldn’t allow it. She especially wanted to learn tap dancing. When she grew up and married, she still loved rhythm and music and often found her body. Moving even when she wasn’t thinking about it. She and Jim took up going to a Working Men’s Club in the town along with Jenny’s parents and her sister Jemima. Jemima loved dancing too but the difference was that her parents encouraged her dancing. Jenny felt very hurt by this but realised there was nothing to be done about it.
At the Working Men’s Club, they had Disco Nights and Jemima was in her element. Jenny loved to get up and dance too, but Jemima was always in the limelight.
Sometimes they had competitions is Disco dancing and Jemima always won them one evening Jenny decided to enter the competition as well. She chose her record and when it came to her turn to dance, she was in the middle of her dance when her parnets and Jemima entered. Both parents and Jemima saw her dancing and immediately the turned away and left the building. Hot tears pricked the back of Jenny’s eyes. So upset was she that she could not longer dance. She fell out of the competition.
HOPE SAYS…….A Big Box came in all on its own
Woof woof woof
A big box came into the kitchen all on its own! It happened yesterday. Suddenly the kitchen door opened and this huge box slid in. I wondered what was happening. Boxes don’t move on their own. Usually it is me that moves them. I take them outside and Dad tells me off. Anyway this big box was closely followed by Dad in hiw wheelchair. Then he took all the paccking off it but he wouldn’t let me near it. It was a fridge. A small one. We’ve already got two fridges so I don’t know why we need another. Dad says it is to go upstairs. I wonder if it can walk up there on its own like the box did.
Anyway, then lots of people came again. Lots of women. One woke me up in the morning actually. I have no idea who she is but she went and got some paper towelling and took it up to Dad. I think there’s something wrong with the stair lift and Dad can’t go up and down on it much.
Anyway all day long lots of different people were coming into my house followed by Magda later on with a LITTLE Magda. So there were two Magdas. One was only ten years old. Anyway, Magd and little Magda took me out for a walk. Or did I take them? I am in such a muddle these days that I don’t know who is doing what. I mean, when boxes can walk into the kitchen all on their own you don’t know what is going to happen next. Everyone seems to go upstairs to see Mum and Dad but I am not allowed up because of Mr. Arthur and his Itis and my back legs. Anyway Dad says that someone called Josh is coming today and he’s got some new parts for the stair lift and so it should ben better today. It’s been a really poorly stair lift and no one could meand it properly. They should have let me have a go. I can do everything. I like helping.
Charlie the budgie is making himself heard. He keeps shouting at Dad telling him not to forget him. He keeps wanting more seed even though he’s already got lots.
Anyway I’d better go now and watch out for another box walking into the kitchen on its own. You never know what’s going to happen at this house. I give up. I can never predict anything these days.
Woof woof woof
LOVES REST
Seeking,
You will find rest,
Deep peace beyond measure
It is not far away, but here,
Your heart
Knows it,
Go inside your heart, dear child, lay
Your head down on Love’s breast,
Cry your tears and be soothed,
Trust in this Love,
So deep
SWEET HAVEN OF REST
Sweet Haven of rest
I lie here in your coolness
Among the rushes
MUSIC
I didn’t hear it
But still it was there that day
The sound of music
THE TREE
The tree stands solid
Until someone cuts it down
I too am that tree
RDP MONDAY Treat
RDP Monday: TREAT
With thanks for this word today
Oh my. Dog treats. Tell me about them. Our dog has learned how to control Dad with dog treats. We used to be able to gt her in from outside by giving her treats. But now, we can offer her a treat and she is wise to it. Plus, when she is in the kitchen she knows which cupboard they are in and she goes and standsby it and will not move.
Dogs“!,!
FOWC Ministry
Thanks Fandango for this word today
Aha. Ministry. The Ministry of Silly Walks. I will never forget John Cleese and his Silly Walks on the television. But I’ll guarantee you that if you met me you would see the silliest walk ever. Lol
FOWC Paternal
With thanks to Fandango
If my mother was not maternal, which she certainly was not, my father was not paternalin any sense of the word. It is true to say that he was a complete rogue. In a way he was a lovable rogue even if some of the things that he did were quite serious.in fact he left me and my mother a few times and got up to no good. In fact when he died at age seventy six he was in a bit of trouble.
It was always his sense of humour that saved him. Well, in a kind of a wy. He could be very very funny and my mother hated me laughing at his jokes for in her books, this was encouraging him. I never ever touched my father, nor him me. I never held his hand as a child or anything like that. But when he was dying I touched him for the first time ever. He was largely unconscious and I was holding his hand and stroking his forehead and speaking gently to him. My mother was not there on that last morning and she only appeared at the very last minute. Strange to think that that was the first and only time that I touched my own father.
RDP SUNDAY Stirrup
When I was about ten years old, I used to go to some stables near us aloing with a few other children and we used to muck out the stables and get a ride on a horse. There was a real tiny horse that everyone loved, and all the children wanted to ride it. Unfortunately it had a habit of suddenly bloting as it was going home to the stables. But then it would throw the child off its back and drag its head on the ground. We were always taught that if a horse did that, we must take our feet out of the stirrups immediately and just allow ourselves to fall to the ground.
One time when I was riding it, it did this to me. Fortunately I was alright. However, the next weekend it threw one of my friends off and she died. I don’t think I will every forget that, although I did have a ride on a horse much later in life and as I put my foot into the stirrup I remembered what had happened all those years ago.
THE MADMAN
The madman came and put his axe to the tree
Hell bent on cutting out its sacred core
Demons gathered to watch the killing spree
The sap rose then on seeing the madman’s glee
The tree stood tall ready to go to war
The madman came and put his axe to the tree
Red berries glistened in its sturdy lee
Mesmerised the madman watched blood pour
Demons gathered to watch the killing spree
The madman believed that he was truly free
In spewing evil opening hell’s door
The madman came and put his axe to the tree
Holy innocence cried to One in Three
Blood and water cleansed the madman’s gore
The madman came and put his axe to the tree
Demons gathered to watch the killing spree
GOLDEN LIGHT
When the grey light fades
And the gold spreads
Across the sky again
I think of angels’
Golden wings
Hear their song
And now,
All suffering gone,
They lead me to
The Throne of Light
Where I can see again
The face of my Love
LIGHT , DARK
Two sides,
Light, dark, hold hands,
Both are part of the whole,
Each one is the truth in one soul,
Needed
My friend
For the soul’s good health, combined they
Make us whole, authentic,
A living light,
Shinin
HOPE SAYS…….I’ve seen loads of faces today, everyone different I’ve been invaded
Woof woof woof
I’ve seen lots of different faces today. I don’t know what is happening. There was Tom the stair lift man, Tara the Council worker, Magda, Amy another council worker, errrrm, can’t quite remember. Oh yes and a nice Polish man who was Magda’s husband. I thought they were all Magda but they weren’t. I managed to fit in taking Magda for a walk though, and when Amy came Dad was getting dinner ready and she helped him take it upstairs. Everyone was nice and they were all bothered about me and made sure I was okay as well. I think I like council workers. I don’t like the dustbin men though but they gave me a bad impression of council workers. Amy gave Dad a number that he can ring day or night if the stair lift packs up again. It’s good innit.
I haven’t had my dinner yet but I think I’ll be getting it later.
Mum and Dad are still worried that the stair lift will pack in.
Oh and Magda told me that her car had packed in too and was in the garage being fixed. I don’t think they’ll be taking our stair lift to the garage. I don’t think it would fit in. It’s too long. But then Magda texted Dad late in afternoon and yay, her car is fixed. I like cars. I go in Sally’s car to the groomers and the vets. I hope Sally’s car is alright. I’ve never been in Magda’s car but I think I’d like it as much as Sally’s. Anyway at least they haven’t forgotten me in all the drama. I’d have myself heard if they had.
Charlie the budgie is okay too. He’s got a dish full of food but he always wants more anyway. He’s greedy.
I’d better go now as I’ve got to watch out to see if any more faces appear. It’s worse than cats and dogs coming down out of the sky
Woof woof woof
SOCS SATURDAY Tower
With thanks to Linda for this prompt. Thankyou Linda.
Oh my. My mind could really wander on this one. If you find it wandering could you let me know please.
I immediately think of a place that we used to go to. I forget the name of it but it was in Derbyshire, and it was a massive kind of lake and right around the lake is a kind of nature reserve. At that time we had never been bird watching before and whilst walking round the lake I saw this real tall wooden tower. At least it looked like a tower. You had to go up some steps inside it and it lead to some seats high up looking out over the lake. I remember having my photograph taken there by my husband and he was on the ground and I was leaning out of the opening at the top. Afterwards we discovered that this was a bird hide where people go to observe birds. How ignorant we were in those days.
Then there are the towers of the huge Humber Bridge which is a very long suspension bridge. It is over a mile long and you can walk across it but the towers holding it in suspension are so so so hight. It is almost unbelievable to see men working at the very top of them hanging over the water. I think I’d get vertigo and fall off anyway. So brave, those men.
I think also of Blackpool Tower. We used to live in Blackpool for a while when I was a child and we used to go into Blackpool Tower. We went for dancing me and my parents. All sorts of entertainments went on in there. There was also a circus that came at one time. You can climb up the steps right to the top of the tower but we never did that. I think we would have been a bit puffed by the time we had got to the top of it.
I suppose I could think of many more towers that I have seen in my lifetimes but those are the main ones. Isn’t it wonderful what huuman beings can construct but I have to admit that going over the Humber Bridge does fill me with a bit of fear. I just wonder how all that weight can hold, suspended as it is from those towers.
So that is my wander through different towers.
Has anyone seen my mind yet?
OH BOY, STAIR LIFT FAILED AGAIN THIS MORNING AT EIGHT O’CLOCK
And so it continues. My husband went downstairs to get my orange juice out of the fridge and my iron tablet, but on the way back up the stair lift broke down. He managed to inch it up to the top at tortoise speed andd got to the top but he couldn’t get down again.
We rang Obam and the engineer didn’t respond for over an hour, when they had told us they would respond immediately to an emergency. When he did respond he said he had problems because his father was ill and he had to sort out there. Also he had his daughter and couldn’t find child care for her so he would come late and bring her with him. He said he didn’t think there was much he could do and didn’t think he could mend the stair lift. It was left like that. We were in panic mode. We rang round everybody we knew, and we don’t know many people. We rang our local priest as we used to go to his church. No answer. We rang a couple whom we know who live ten miles away. They weren’t answering either. We rang Magda and she said she would come but then rang back to say her car had broken down.
We were in terrible panic. How would we manage all weekend and how would we get the stair lifte mended for ever?
My husband rang Social Services and thank goodness they said someone would come to see us.
By the time she arrived, a lady called Tara, the stairlift man called Tom, had come. Without his daugher. Thank goodness.
Tom was trying to mend the stair lift and we had Tara in the bedroom trying to organise us. I cried to her,
“You’re not going to take us away are you?”
She said no of course not because normally we are independent and it was only the stair lift that had broken. She said people would come in and get medications as needed and give us some food. The only problem was the toilet. My husband can’t use mine as he needs special adaptations. So that was a worry.
So then we decided that we needed to move downstairs permanently and live down there, taking the funiture out of the living room and putting two beds in there.
We rang a local firm that we know and they agreed that if we want, they will take our old three piece suite that we bought from them, and put us two single beds into the living room but they couldn’t do it until Monday. Help.
Aanyway, Tom did fix the stair lift and says it shouldn’t go yet but it does need new parts and they have to send away for them. So it might break down again.
So we then decided to buy a fridge for upstairs so that we can keep orange juice and Bob’s medications refrigerated as they need to be. There is then just the toilet problem and the dog and the budgie.
Oh help.
Anyway, it is left that we do at this moment have a stiar lift that works but for how long we don’t know.
We are nearly on our knees with all of this. All of this plus me trying to deal with my horrific itch and my illness which is now serious. But it does not require hospitalisation.
Phew. So that is the state of affairs at the moment. And Magda’s car is broken down and she was meant to be coming this afternoon. It never rains but it pours.
TREAD SOFTLY
Tread softly as you go into the night,
For many before have journeyed on this road,
Soon will come the dawning of the light.
Do not let your dark thoughts cloud your sight,
Raging long while carrying your load,
Tread softly as you go into the night.
Take heart from those of old who in the fight,
Preserved within the promise of a heavenly abode,
Soon will come the dawning of the light.
The light cannot be quenched by grief’s great might,
Sing, for joy on you will be bestowed,
Tread softly as you go into the night.
Speak soft and gentle words when at the height
Of darkest struggles, do not goad,
Soon will come the dawning of the light.
Let not your heart be troubled, glimpse the bright
Joys ahead, sweet heavenly food,
Tread softly as you go into the night,
Soon will come the dawning of the light
THE SAGA OF THE STAIR LIFT CONTINUES
As I posted, this morning our stair lift failed again with my husband on it, bearing our breakfasts which medically I had to have, excatly two hours after taking my iron tablet.
A man called Drew came, and said that a part was broken and that the firm would have to send for a new part. He did a lashed up job with CARDBOARD. Would you beleive it. He said he did not carry the required part on his van. He then left us.
In the afternoon we rang up the firm to see if they had ordered the part. We were told that they had and that it would come through in about five days.
After that we rang again to ask a question and were told that now. Drew had sent them a note to say that nothing was broken and that it was a matter of adjustment. Well my foot. They have already adjusted it four times and it still failed.
I then questioned further and the woman said that no they had NOT ordered a part. So she told a lie in the beginning, and why had Drew now said that there wasn’t a part broken. So ehat did he mend them, with cardboard?
I continued to question the woman and to say how very frightening this was. She then said that it was okay because if it fails we can ring the emergency line for an engineer. I said that they take a long time to come and I need my medication etc urgently and cannot wait.
She then said,
“Have confidence in us.”
WHAT?
We had been told a load of lies and now syhe was telling us to trust them.
Isn’t it wonderful.
WIND
Wind
Blowing
Leaves falling
Branches pointing
Naked to the sky
Bare I too am pointing
Nothing to dress myself in
Except the pure pain of my life
As the wind grows stronger I am blown
Eventually to rest on the ground
FOWC Error
Thankyou Fandango for giving us this word
I hate seeing that word, “error,” especially when it appears on my iPad. This often seems to happen with sending emails. I have no idea why but I know that trouble is brewing again. In fact when attempting to verify a passord or something, you only have to make one little mistake and it says the word “error.” It is so frustrating and maddening. Often you have no idea at all what the error is but somehow or other you have to try to find it. Grrrrrr.
THE STIAR LIFT BROKE DOWN AGAIN THIS MORNING
It is unbelievable. The staif lift broke down again this morning. My husband was just bringing breakfast up, just weetabix, and it suddenly just went. He called out Oban and a man did come. He told us that there was a little part that was broken. He didn’t carry those parts on his van, and he said they don’t have them back at the workshop either. So they have to order one. So he fixed it by putting a piece of cardboard in, instead of the proper part. I am worried sick. So is my husband. Our hearts are in our mouths. It could go again any time.
In a morning around eight o’clcok, he has to get me my iron tablet along with a glass of pur orange juice to make the iron absorb into me. I am not allowed anything to eat until ten o’clock, thus leaving two hours. At that time I can have breaksfast including milk or anything dairy. I must not have dairy within two hours either side of taking the iron tablet. So, he had got stuck bringing my breakfast up, and I need it badly to setlle my empty stomach.
We have the same performance in the evenings. It is hell on earth trying not to have dairy for two hours either side of the tablet. Most foods nowadays contain dairy or lactose. It is all so impossible.
My husband cannot use the toilet upstairs as it is not adapted for him, so even if the stair lift won’t take him down, we are in trouble.
We need some big hefty men to empty ouf living room of all furniture and get two single beds into there and that will sole the problem to some extent. I find my husband’s toile difficult to use as it is adapted for him and not for me. But to be dowsntairs i my dream.
We truly do feel that we can’t carry on any more with everything that is being thrown at us. The wheelchair can’t be fixed either. It is done in. It was new too. I don’t understand what happened with it.
Everything is on the blink in this house including me.
I have been frantic and crying all morning because I fear going into a Home. I fear it very very much. They are not good HOmes round here. I am in terror.
After the shock of yesterday when the doctor was with me for over and hour, this is just terrible.
I turn to my blog as always. It is my only salvation right now. At least I can write it all in here.
Thankyou for reading this catalogue of disasters. X
TERRIBLE NEWS RE MY HEALTH TODAY
Well as many of you know, I have been struggling of late and feeling pretty grotty but still trying so hard to keep going and especially on my blog.
Today the doctor came to see me and in fact I had a conversation with two doctors from my practice and I am severely ill. We had no idea. I am severely anaemic and only have fifty percent of the iron in my body that the body needs. It is exceedingly serious.
Also they wonder why I am like this. Am I bleeding from somewhre like the stomach or the bowel>.
They have to take me to the hospital I think only for one day to have a infusion of iron into my blood. Via a cannula. Also they will tryi to find out where the bleeding is coimg from. It may be that there is no bleeding but we don’t know yet.
I can’t eat at all but will write more about that.
I will stop here but will try to keep going as I alwys have. Please, my dear blogginf friend, walk with me through this. Thankyou in advance. X
SHEEP DO SAFELY GRAZE
Sheep do safely graze
Feeding on the green pastures
I too graze in peace
LAST NIGHT
Last night a kindly light
Shone in my darkest hour
Leading me to that place of Love
I felt your breath caress my face
As my breathing gently slowed
The night was dark the hours long
But kindness was my friend
In the silence of unspoken goodbyes
All was hushed in silent awe
Even the stars fell silent
Beyond the horizon I saw a new world
I moved towards that world
Led by that kindly light
Then I heard the blackbird sing
Its unending song of joy
A new day had come
And I was still alive
CHARLIE THE BUDGIE’S DIARY
Cheep cheep
Hope the dog has been telling me all about ironing boards and being ironed and not getting creased up or the iron will get to us. Well I sit straight upright on my perch and I can’t get creased. Not like Hope because she flops down on the florr and curls round and all sorts of things. She gets into all sorts of positions. I’m pleased I’m a budgie and not a dog. I even sleep straight up but I do put my head underneat my wing. It’s getting real cold now and I wish I was back in Australia. Mind you, the central heating is rel high in this house. So I suppose it doesn’t matter really. Hope told me all about snow but I don’t really know what that will be like. She says it’s white but I don’t know what white is. I’m yellow. A sunshine colour. Hope is black so she told me that when she gets snow on her she looks completely different. I hope I’ll be able to recognise her. I think her bark might give her away.
Hope told me that magda made a tunnel for her when she was ironing and she could crawl through it underneath the ironing board. I don’t think I’d like that. I would fly through it but I’d get caught up because I’m only little. The best things come in small packages though.
I’d better shut up now. I think it’s nearly bedtime. Bye for now
Cheep cheep cheep
ALWAYS FOR EVER
Always for ever
The eternal light will shine
From that holy place
SHAVE OFF THE YEARS
Shave off the years that held your heart in fear,
Start now at this new place, shorn
Vulnerable, exposed, but free.
For so long now your life was ruled, your ear
Heard only guttural sounds, desolate, forlorn,
Shave off the years that held your heart in fear.
In vulnerability find love’s meaning dear,
It is for this that you were born,
Vulnerable, exposed, but free.
Take the risk, your liberation now is near,
Your fear has always been your thorn,
Shave off the years that held your heart in fear.
Grasp, in your nakedness, this void, and steer
Your life to pastures new and warm,
Vulnerable, exposed, but free.
Learn the truth, wipe every tear
Precipitated by the storm,
Shave off the years that held you in your fear,
Vulnerable, exposed, but free
MYSTIC, BODY
Mystic
Body I join
With all the Universe
Love untold
Uncomprehended touching me
In tears I bow the knee
My Beloved
Weeps too
HOPE SAYS……I’ve found out what an ironing board is
I’ve found out what an ironing board is today. Crumbs. Well no, it doesn’t make crumbs but you get a thing called a steam iron with it as well. It squirts steam onto things and makes a noise. It’s dead weird. You have to keep on doing it and Magda told me that it gets creases out of things. I’m a bit worried in case I’m creased and have to have one of those things on me. I’d better let Dad groom me so I’m not creased.
Magda has done all sorts of things today. She had to fold up some big sheets and I kept wanting to help but she said I was getting in the way. I’m always in the way actually. I don’t know why they take it like that but they do. I’m only trying to be useful.
Charlie has been shouting a lot and getting angry. He’s saying he’s got no seed left but when Dad goes in there his seed dish is full. I think Chalrie just wants to cause a fuss.
I don’t cause a fuss. I just do things like barking and that’s what a dog is meant to do. I do cause a fuss though if I see men on ladders because they’re not meant to be up in the air.
Anyway I think that that Charlie needs taking in hand. I don’t gt to see him so much any more but I sneak through to see him whenever I can.
Magda isn’t coming again until Thursday so I won’t be able to take her for a welk. We go dead fast. Magda tries to pull me back but I am real strong. We end up running.
I had better shut up again and make sure that I don’t get creased. That will be a full time job now. Bye for now
Woof woof woofWoof woof woof
RDP TUESDAY Optimism
Shelley was one who was always filled with optimism. She’d always been a bright student but had never really had to work at it. She’d managed to get away with most things. Until the Biology exam that was. She couldn’t really be bothered to revise very much and beleived that she could get through just the way she always had.
The day of the exam came and she opened up the paper and to her horror, found that she had to draw a tadpole at a certain point of its development. She racked her brains for the snwer and tried to picture a tadpole in her mind. Then she put pen to paper. There it was in the centre of the paper in all its resplendence. A tail. Just a tail.
When she got the exam paper back she discovered that she had received just one mark. For the tail. In fact she failed the exam miserably.
“Never mind,” aid, with her usual optimism. “There’s plenty more fish in the sea, or tadpoles in the pond.”
FOWC Mixture
Thankyou Fandango for this word prompt
Bertha had given her whole life to her husband Ron. She had been totally dedicated to him, ministering to all his needs and generally being a good wife to him. Despite all his moods, he remained firm and solid. He knew he could always depend on her, but there was something in him that kept surfacing in anger and resentment. In fact he was a very strange mixture. It hadn’t been so bad when they had first got married. They were taken up in a whirl and gone off and done lots of things. Ron did alwyas have to have his own way though.
It was now their 50th Wedding Anniversary, and they had nothing really special planned. Just a quiet meal at home together. Then, out of the blue, Bertha delivered him some astounding news.
“I’m leaving you,” she said. “I’ve had enough. When you were down at the bowling club I started meeting up with Joe from down the road, and I’m going to live with him now.”
Ron looked at her in astonishment.
“Well, if you’d really like to know, I’ve been going out with Francie from round the corner. She’s much more exciting than you are.”
Bertah looked at him, and suddenly explided in anger.
“After all I’ve done for you,” she said. Then she punched him on the nose. Ron was in shock. How dare she do that to him. He raised his right arm and punched her back on the nose.
“Happy Wedding Aniversary Darling,” said Bertha, and flounced out of the house.
SING CHOIRS
Sing choirs
Of the cosmos
In harmony with all
Could it be that angels pass by
Blind eyes
See all
And hear the singing from the heart
Close your eyes and listen
In the still night
Music
SIT BESIDE ME
Sit
Beside
Me my love
In the garden
Of silvery dreams
Where the moon shines its light
And nothing but us matter
Only the stars will see us now
Let us hide away my dearest love
Sharing the warmth of our love for ever
OUR STAIR LIFT HAS BEEN MENDED WOOO HOOOO
Oh boy. Our stair lift got mended today. It took less than an hour for the engineer to do it. Why oh why couldn’t they have done it before the weekend? He put new contacts on at the bottom of the stairs and that was all that was needed. Why on earth did the first two engineers not see that this was needed?
At least now, we don’t have our hearts in our mouths as my husband goes up and down the stairs. We’re just hoping that this is it and that we have no more problems with it.
DAILY WRITING PROMPT
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We are asked today how we feel about eating meat
I used to enjoy all kinds of meat. As a child, my mother never fed me and as a little girl I hardly ate anything at all when I went to stay at my grandmother’s farm. I most certainly would not eat meat. One day, she was cooking a beef joint and she dipped a piece of bread in the jices and gave it to me to eat. It was so delicious. That got me eating meat. As I grew up I began to love all kinds of meat. I loved my Sunday lunch of meat, potatoes and two veggies. As time went on I learned how delicious lamb’s liver was, especially with bacon.
However, as I have grown much older, I can’t stomach meat any more. At least not much of it. It isn’t a conscience thing as I need the meat really for my iron intake. I must admit though that when I was eating lovely English Spring lamb I used to think about the poor little lambs in the fields and feel so bad. In fact the more I thought about it I hated to think of the slaughter of any animals. So I guess I am a bit mixed up about it all.
WOTD Peppermint
Peppermint
Thankyou
Alice for today’s word
Not too far away from where I live is a village that used to be my home village. It was always just an ordinary village that you just kind of passed through on your way from Scunthorpe to
Gainsborough. A linear village, it wasn’t really all that exciting and no one ever really visited there. Until the ice cream parlour that was.
One of the main farmers in the village had a daughter and she married an Italian. The farm was a dairy farm and he spurred them on to create an ice cream parlour. It began small, but it was not long before it became famous for miles around for its amazing ice cream. Nowadys they claim to produce 182 different flavours. My favourite was always peppermint ice cream with chocolate sauce on the top.
If ever you are on that road between Scunthorpe and Gainsborough, give the ice cream parlour a wave from me.
RDP MONDAY Hullabaloo
With thanks for the word prompt
It was the night of the earthquake. Everyone was in bed, it being gone one o’clock in the morning. It was quite a sleepy town and not much went on there. Until that night that was.
Suddenly Jeannie awoke her husband, Ted, telling him there was a hell of a noise. She was frightned.
“It’ll be squirrels,” aid Ted sleepily.
They were used to the squirrles kicking up a hullabaloo in the loft. They didn’t know how they got in there, but they did.
The noise continued for a while and Ted went back to sleep. It was only a 5.5 earthquake on the Richter scale.
Some squirrels.
NOW WE HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT OUR CLEANER IS NOT COMING FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS OVER CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR
This morning we heard from the owner of the cleaning company that our cleaner is taking both Christmas and the New Year off and we will have no cleaner at all for two whole weeks. I am just sobbing. It is one thing after another. There is no way we can manage without someone coming in. We have a cleaner every day of the week with only the weekend off. We just can’t manage without one. The owner says she cannot give us cover with anyone else because all her girls are taking Christmas and New Year off and spening time with their families. She told us to go to another cleaning company, but there isn’t one. Not even a National one that works in our area.
I feel that there is little or no mercy in this world at the moment. Me and my husband are just on our knees. Surely a responsible cleaning company would arrange things so that all the gilrs were not off at once. When my husband was working nothing closed down at all and they had to work Christmas and New Year. Sometimes the men could get Christmas and New Year off but it was not every year and it worked like a rota.
I am sobbing as we wait for the stair lift man to arrive and repair our stair lift. I worry that the same will happen as before and that he will say it is repaired and then it break down again.
This life is so very very frightening.
My itch is getting worse and not better and there is no change since I began taking my iron tablets.
I feel very very low and wonder how much longer I can cope.
I have no strength left.
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