Spirit In A Crisis

Yesterday my lovely Husband told me that there was a thing going around Facebook and social media, that everyone should come outside their front door at 8pm and applaud in honour of our amazing National Health Service.  I texted my friend next door and she said she had heard about it and suggested we do it, even if we are the only ones (we live on a fairly quiet estate).  So at 8pm we poked our noses out of the garage, along with the next door neighbours and started clapping.  I looked down the street only to see everyone (except Vile Vera of course, reference earlier blogs if you want to know about her!), there were neighbours at the top of their driveways clapping their hearts out, some some in windows, people waving to each other, when I slowed clapping for a minute I realised there was clapping coming from everywhere, all the surrounding streets, it was the most amazing feeling.  The community spirit and support not only for our Health workers, but each other as friends and neighbours was fantastic.  I felt overcome all evening, I’ve never been part of something like that, I can’t describe how good it made us feel.  Apparently it will be happening every Thursday at 8pm, I will definitely be out there clapping my heart out.  I know this is happening in other European countries, so well done to you all far and wide, we will beat this Coronavirus, and Thank you to all health workers of every kind, in every country, all over the world, God bless you all.

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Just A Bump In The Road

Yesterday I had a horrible day.  A misunderstanding at the office led both of my bosses to speak to me rudely and without respect, despite my apologies, one of them went on at me until she made me cry.  The problem was easily fixable, I fixed it.  But it wasn’t their unkindness or what they said that hurt so much, it was the way they made me feel.  I cried much of the evening over being treated so harshly.

I woke up this morning with a heavy head and for the first time in fourteen years, I didn’t want to come to work.  But I of course did come to work.  I felt miserable all morning, when the bosses came in they were super pleasant to me, I am assuming that might be their guilty consciences?

When I was out at lunchtime, I opened my car door and right there on the ground was a shiny penny, it looked like brand new, I picked it up and put it in my pocket, I decided it was a sign.  So I decided to also cheer up and try and feel better.  By the afternoon I did indeed feel a bit brighter, but I had to work at it.

I remembered years ago a friend advising me when I had a problem, she said ‘It’s just a bump in the road’, it seemed apt that I remembered it today.

So my lovely readers, if you have a bad day, and I sincerely hope you do not, remember tomorrow is new day, I can’t guarantee you will find a shiny penny, but I bet you will see a sign of some sort if you keep your eyes open!

Have a wonderful and blessed week xx

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A Wonderful Twist Of Fate.

My lovely Husband and I have been together for 23 years, married for almost 20 years, but sadly we were not able to have children of our own.  Isn’t life funny how things can turn out though.  Almost 15 years ago I took a job as a Personal Assistant to a very decent man who ran several companies,  and I also became his wife’s assistant along the way.  They are a lovely family with 3 daughters, at the time I took the job the girls were very young, 8, 6 and 3 years old.  Over the years I became very involved with the girls, I would do school runs, take them to after school activities etc…   Although their parents are very wealthy, they didn’t spoil the children, which has made for very lovely young ladies all these years later.

I have such wonderful memories, I was lucky enough to go to their French villa many summers to look after the girls for a week, we had such lovely times.  I made up lots of fun activities, from table tennis competitions to water polo and we even made a short movie, well a funny little 5 minute clip, such a funny story…… I found one of those pool floats that looks like a noodle, it was broken, the outside was a peach colour and the inside was reddish, I made the girls laugh when I said it looked like an arm in half, so we came up with the idea of making a scene, similar to the movie Jaws, the youngest girl got in the pool and pretended to wrestle the inflatable crocodile, then stuck the broken noodle into the arm of her t-shirt and waved it around screaming! well I don’t know how we made the clip for laughing, I was crying.  One of the older sisters did a bit of clever editing, put music to it and titles and loaded it on You Tube, that was at least 12 years ago and I still smile when I think of the fun we had making it!.

I used to be up first in the morning, so I would go down to the bakery for fresh bread and croissants, I would also buy the girls a beautiful little cake each, because every evening after dinner we would settle down in front of the TV and wade our way through whichever box set they wanted, I seem to remember one year we did the entire X-Men movie series, one each night!

Some evenings we would go into the town, a typical pretty french place with cobbled streets and market stalls, I would buy them Italian ice creams as we wandered about, looking in the pretty shops etc…

So you see, I couldn’t have children of my own, but fate put me in the path of these wonderful people, who so very generously let me take part in their children’s lives, now those children are all grown up but I still see them very often and they call me their second Mum, how lucky am I !

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I recently read this story and I wanted to pass it on, it was so touching and beautiful, I thought you all might like it.  I don’t know who the author is unfortunately.  So here you go:

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog?  She died yesterday and is with you in heaven.  I miss her very much.  I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.  I hope you will play with her, she likes to swim and play with balls.  I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.  I really miss her.

Love Meredith x x x

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven.  We put our return address on it.  Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.  That afternoon she dropped it into the letterbox at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had received the letter yet?  I told her that I thought he had.  Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand.  Meredith opened it.  Inside there was a book by Mr. Rogers called ‘When a Pet Dies.’  Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope, on the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven.  Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.  Abbey isn’t sick anymore, her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.  Abbey loved being your dog.  Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.  Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me.  What a wonderful mother you have, I picked her especially for you.  I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love God xxx

 

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did, there are some wonderful and kind people in this world, we must never lose sight of that.

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My Amazing Friend

I have a very dear friend of many years, almost thirty I would say.  Last night she called me, I was making dinner, a stir fry, so I asked if I could call her back afterwards and checked it was nothing urgent (she has breast cancer and is on oral chemo tablets) she said it was just about meeting for lunch and no hurry.  After dinner I called her back, she told me that last week she suffered a heart attack, caused by the medication she was on, she was rushed to hospital and a stent was put in to clear the blockage.  I was so shocked, I just couldn’t believe it.  She didn’t even know she had suffered a heart attack until the paramedic told her, she thought she had a bit of a winter bug!.  She assured me she was doing well and although she could not drive for a month, she was staying with her Mum, who is currently undergoing chemo for breast cancer also.

I did tell her off for saying it wasn’t urgent when she called and informed her that I would definitely have turned off the stir fry, she just laughed.  She is a totally amazing and upbeat person, despite all she has been through in the last few years and she is only fifty years old.

I must admit I had been a little out of sorts this week, this news made me realise how very lucky I am, I do count my blessings every day and rightly so.  But I always say a little prayer every night for my friend and her Mum, so I was a bit cross when I looked out at the stars last night before bed, I told them off for not listening to me.

There are some really awful people in this world, we live next to one of them (see my blog on Vile Vera) but nothing ever seems to happen to them, but my lovely, kind and sweet natured, happy friend has all this to deal with and she NEVER complains, she keeps positive ALL the time, last night she told me not to worry, she was going to be around a lot longer yet.

So when you look up at the stars in the sky tonight, please say a little prayer for her, she really deserves it.

Thank you my lovely readers. xxxx

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A Very Wise Poem

 

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better,

To paint a picture, or write a letter,

Bake a cake, or plant a seed,

Ponder the difference between want and need?

 

 Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,

With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,

Music to hear and books to read,

Friends to cherish and life to lead.

 

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,

With the sun in your eyes and wind in your hair,

A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.

This day will not come around again.

 

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

Old age will come and it’s not always kind.

And when you go – and go you must,

Your, yourself, will make more dust.

 

– Rose Milligan

 

 

Life Is So Fragile

It’s been a devastatingly awful week.  A dear friend of mine has a lovely 25 year old daughter, Jane.  Eight months ago she started going out with her first serious boyfriend Charles, a very nice young man of 30 years old, she was welcomed into their family, he was welcomed into hers and they recently moved in together and started talking about an engagement, which everyone was delighted about.

On Monday night of this week Jane was partially woken during the night by Charles crying out in his sleep, she thought he was just having a bad dream.  A few hours later when she woke up he was rasping and she couldn’t bring him round.  She immediately called the Emergency Services, who talked her through CPR,  when the Paramedics arrived it took and hour to stabilise him, the Air Ambulance helicopter was sent, but couldn’t land,  so the Paramedics transported him to the nearest landing site, but his heart arrested twice more on route and he wasn’t stable enough to be transferred into the helicopter.  He was taken to the Hospital and placed on life support.  Sadly he did not have any brain function due to being too long without oxygen, he passed away yesterday.  The Doctors believe he actually died in his sleep before Jane even started the CPR, so he would not have known anything about it, some cold comfort

Everybody has been in shocked disbelief that this could happen to a young, fit man, with no history of serious illness.

For me it has raised my awareness of ones mortality, the fear that we could just die in our sleep and life would just, simply, end.  It’s the feeling of sheer helplessness, no control over what may actually happen, it’s a black hole we should not look down into, no good comes of living in this grip of fear, but just for a while this week, many of us who knew Charles, have peeked over the edge of that hole.

Fly high Charles and keep an eye on us all down here.

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We were Repatriated!

Yesterday afternoon we arrived back from our lovely holiday in Lanzarote in the Canary Islands, despite the trauma caused by the collapse of  The Thomas Cook travel company.  Luckily, we were flight only with them, we had booked our hotel separately, however it is still a funny and unnerving feeling that we were brought to this beautiful island and now we are not sure how we are getting home, it left me with a feeling of being lost.       Of course many people were not as lucky, we heard stories of guests being locked out of their hotel rooms unless they paid again to stay there, as Thomas Cook has not paid the hotel in advance for their guests staying there, and lets not forget the Thomas Cook staff who are suddenly out of jobs, many being owed up to seven weeks wages, travel reps being thrown out of their accommodation all over the world etc.. the ramifications run far and wide.

It’s quite astonishing that we were part of the largest peacetime repatriation operation in UK history.  The Civil Aviation Authority have done an amazing job, from the day of the collapse they had plans in place for the repatriation of 165,000 stranded holiday makers, including us! and vowed to get each and every one of us home.  Certainly from the island of Lanzarote, it appeared to go like clockwork.  The effect of the collapse was almost instantaneous on the island, we saw a drastic reduction in tourists, not only at our hotel, but also around generally.  Then, mid-week it was announced that the European arm had also been put into administration, affecting hundreds more from Germany, Holland and Belgium.  We read that the top bosses at Thomas Cook took out almost £50million in bonuses just before the company collapsed, how is this legal or possible?

I would like to say a big THANK YOU to the CAA for their hard work and dedication, it cannot be easy to plan for the short notice repatriation of 165,000 citizens.  

The Captain was at the aircraft exit as we disembarked, I thanked him very much for bringing us home.

Trolled !

Well I have been online trolled! I have found all my lovely followers to have been the kindest and most polite and honest people, all 510 of you lovelies, and then there was one.

At first I wasn’t sure if this person was just being funny, witty etc.. but the comments went from dark to insulting and then just mean.

This troll hides behind what I believe to be a fake name, with no picture etc..  After a little easy digging around online, I found out where they live, who their sister is, I saw pictures of their family etc.. yet the troll keeps his/her anonymity, hiding behind a keyboard, invisible.  Would you call this troll a coward? or crying out for attention? or perhaps in desperate need of help? lonely? or just plain mean.

The troll liked to berate me, but then compliment how fabulous and fantastic they are, the troll says that he/she is happy and comfortable with how he/she speaks and behaves and that I am the problem, further listing what they believe to be my many faults, which is very interesting, given they have never met me!

I tried to reason with the troll and asked he/she why they were was calling me names, which only caused further name calling, this is a cycle that I wanted to bring to a conclusion, so I have had to, unfortunately, block the troll.  It is the first time I have had to do this, what a shame.

I have removed all of the comments by the troll, as I feel that the troll needs help, I don’t want the troll to be trolled, the cycle has to stop.

Wikipedia definition of a troll

In Internet slang, a troll is a person who starts quarrels or upsets people on the Internet to distract and sow discord by posting inflammatory and digressive, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a newsgroup, forum, chat room, or blog) with the intent of provoking readers into displaying emotional responses and normalizing tangential discussion, whether for the troll’s amusement or a specific gain.

Have any of you lovelies been trolled? how did you react and deal with it? I hope I have dealt with it appropriately.

Happy Days and blessings to you all.

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