The sun comes out and it reminds me of where I ought to be! My mind starts thinking about Crete and little butterflies begin fluttering around. I'm tempted to press the button marked "Book" as I browse the tour company website, only the thought of things more urgent forbid me to go ahead and do it!
It's like I have a naughty gremlin sat on my shoulder "Go on -- do it, press the button, give Raynaud's a rest" whilst on the other shoulder my conscience says "Don't you dare." I'm tempted and my f
Just when you thought it safe to announce Spring, Winter returns with snow and ice! The geese are quite confused. Strange sight looking at a nesting goose when all you can see is an orange beak against a snowy background.
My Raynaud's is just loving it. If there were Oscars for the greatest appearances then mine would be awarded for the most prestigious I'm sure? I can't actually remember a day gone by without at least one attack, with the exception of my longed for vacations in Crete which
I had a few hobbies when I was young, photography being one of them. You'd never guess that I used to take photographs for numerous projects including a magazine article on the Beatles of all people! Living fairly close to Liverpool, some 23 miles away, I was asked by an American friend to take shots of the new Beatle City Exhibition. I shot the whole thing in black and white and the result was amazing.
I shot weddings too, mostly for friends, in fact, that's how I kind of got into cake deco
What do you do when some well meaning soul knocks on your door returning your pooch with a sweet shampooed smell. To say I was a bit confused was no exaggeration! Our daft dog that runs amock chasing geese, the postman and just about anything that moves, was treated to a salon style makeover by a passer by who saw her asleep under a tree in the field.
The morning had started unusually quiet. The goats were standing without noise in their pen. The geese were on their nests and we presumed th
Back To The Future -- Hey! -- Remember that film? I remember sitting in the cinema with my fella, who now happens to be my other half, marvelling at the special effects and tapping my toe to Power of Love -- Huey Lewis And The News, Wow! How long ago was that?
Memories whilst shopping with my daughter this morning came flooding back as I helped her choose accessories for an outfit she'll be wearing this weekend -- The 80's are back! Remember the leg warmers, baggy shirts, net gloves, beaded
I'm not the prettiest sight in the mornings. To say I resemble a 1970's Punk Rocker is no exaggeration -- hair stuck up in an electrifying pose, I could have easily spent the night with the goats and their electrically charged fence that now surrounds them -- he, he! can't help but laugh!
It was so funny when Apple, the smallest goat, touched her inquisitive mouth on the wire -- Zap! She jumped up in the air and ran off holding her mouth like she had an extremely bitter taste. The dog had a
My life has changed so much y'know -- illness being one
So many years have passed, so many friends have gone
You think you have a special friend and to find that is no more
Like she invited you in for coffee then shows you out the door
Can't say I blame them anyhow, who wants a boring mate
Whose only friends are goats and geese contemplating fate
So now I'm here on my lonesome, not even a girlie chat
Even the postman shuns me and I don't blame him for that
There's been so many ups and
Time to put the box marked "Proud" under the bed and do what's right! Last night I laid my case for a contractor to come and fix my fences. It's gone way beyond a money thing and way beyond having enough time to do the job. This job became urgent yesterday and I simply refused to play games of catch-me-if-you-can! with my goats for a second day. My hubby and I had words. I never moan about my illness, maybe I should but it's times like this that make my hubby realise that if I'm complaining ab
The Great Escape! How much can one person take when all the animals decide to break out and make a run for it?
This morning I knew I was in for a day of trouble! The goats had been mischievous in the early hours, locking horns, banging heads, that sort of thing. I could hear them from my bedroom, upsetting the geese at 4am and waking me from an already interrupted night of sleep due to an aching neck and stiff shoulder.
It was no surprise to me when we got up and they weren't there.
Watching one of my geese nestle down in the corner of the yard, birds singing for all their worth. I'm beginning to think that spring may be lurking in the shadows waiting to make an entrance some time soon. That brings me a certain sense of relief. The winter has been extremely long, cold and unforgiving and my Raynaud's needs some respite. The coldness extended throughout the whole of last year. The building work stopped and everything looked bleak. No chance of moving on, stuck in hum drum as
If I have to be honest with myself (and I usually am) I have to accept that I was never going to be anything but myself, no airs or graces, just me!
It's true that I was a dweeb at school in the 70's. All the other girls talked boyfriends, clothes and records -- remember them? I once said that on air during one of my radio spots "And the next record is....."The presenter screamed "WHAT?" remarking that it was a tune not a record and boy did I feel old.
Anyway I'm digressing but the point
What do you do when your clothes don't fit
Too baggy, too big, need taking in a bit
I can't find any pants to adhere to my figure
Not much difference from when I was bigger
For then my excuse for a perfect fit
Was a size more comfy and an extra bit
Now I'm left with the smallest rail
With clothes marked petite on sale
And there begins my shopping mission
Something less daring to fit my condition.
You see I wasn't always a size so thin
And clothes I couldn't always get in
There are times of the day that I just have to sit down. The term "cat on hot bricks" reverberates in my head because that's what my gran always said!
"You're like a cat on hot bricks dear -- sit down!"
Fact is, I find sitting quietly a major problem. When I do sit down I write a blog and even then I'm up and down like a Yo-Yo.
The mornings pass so quickly, mainly due to the fact I'm out and about on my travels, firstly to college, my dad's place and then possibly the corn mill for
Y'know, I empathise with Barefut's blog on Time. How right is she? You could be my shrink any day! "Time don't give me time," is actually the words of a song back in the 80's from a guy who's fallen slightly from grace in his latter years.
The Greeks have the best philosophy of time I know -- there's always tomorrow! And whilst we constantly need to know what time it is throughout the day, it suddenly occurs to me that time actually rules your life.
The Greeks have little concept of tim
Well with the Dietician's visit over with, I can relax a little in the confidence of knowing that she wasn't too scornful but quite concerned none-the-less! It seems my problem is quite common in people with enteral feeding. In her assumption I'm still quite a young person who should still have an active part in society -- you can probably see why I like her so much! She fully understands my duty as a Wife, Mother and Daughter's role in the family network and that my backpack gets in the way of
The phone rang this morning and a familiar cheery voice greeted me. "Hi Barbara ---It's George." George is a girl in case you wondered. Short for Georgina and short for trouble! She's my dietician. Her visit is perhaps long overdue, mainly due to my disappearing tricks and the fact that she's been on maternity leave for the last 12 months.
I'm not going to say anything bad about George because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here writing blogs today. I owe her a great debt. She was the
If there was ever a snowman wishing and hoping to be built, his chance would come today. Several inches of snow fell overnight and I awoke to a winter wonderland. Pretty though it may seem, it's an accident waiting to happen. I cannot believe some folk! It would perhaps add a couple of minutes to their journey to take the long way around. Why do they take the chance of ending up in my wall or on the garden, field or ditch? It's senseless!
Thank goodness for my hubby's new truck. It was worth
Carefully walking back to my house -- note I said carefully because the whole yard is a slippery mess! I had a sense of pure enragement aimed at the little dog who trotted alongside, head in air and looking oh so pleased with itself. It's becoming an embarrassment and at the same time a nuisance beyond description.
My daughter waited for her driving instructor to arrive. The dog followed us to the gate and began barking almost immediately -- yap, yap,yap! all the time. You couldn't hear yo
I opened my mailbox and what did I see
A face I once knew - a friend of the family
It's been so long since we last met
Had such great times you never forget
Had such fun and our kids have grown
My how those years have simply flown
We travelled for miles each weekend free
Loaded cars with kids, daft were we
Pulling a trailer behind in which to live
Not a care in the world we would give
Come hail or shine on a muddy site
With boots and raincoats through rain we'd fight
My little stint on the radio waves has gained enough publicity for me to be recognised as a local celeb----- Me!--- a celeb, I ask you? It's a bit un-nerving being identified in a shop as "The dish of the week." I therefore wonder if they feel disappointed in my appearance being that all they know me by is voice alone!
It's not my intention to have attention, if you know what I mean, and now they're talking about me being poached by a larger commercial station. They, of course being the on
Woke up this morning to a blanket of snow -- a gentle reminder that winter is still with us! Huge flakes fell yesterday but melted as they hit the ground. January can be a hard month and I have a daft goose nesting on the wall. Still, pancakes on the menu or custard tarts are looking ever likely!
The goats stood in a group with sad expression. It was almost like they blaming me for the snow. I mumbled "What can I do about it?" before I went indoors to a nice warm fire made in the early hours
I truly believe that my life is an open book. Every day a page to be written. I can't imagine anyone's life to be dull or boring, yet people ask if I get bored or lonely living on a farm with just geese, goats and chickens to keep me company when my family are out about their business I'd say keep me on my toes actually because every day they keep me active with one thing or another. If it's not the local do-gooder or some frustrated motorist telling me that the goats have wandered by the ways
Waving with a huge lump in my throat as I watched my daughter disappear up the hill on her first driving lesson. I remembered with a sly smile, my first lesson oh so many years ago! I shared her nervousness as we stood anxiously waiting for the instructor to arrive. Her documents in hand and pacing up and down like it was her driving test never mind first lesson!
Finally, he arrived in a blaze of colour. The car plastered with "L"s with the name of the school painted down one side.
Huge sigh!---- This life can be the pits and there's me thinking that humour cures all. I guess I'm disillusioned with the world and the first week of the new year promises little hope of a bumper bright 12 months -- Why do I hate January?
It always seems that January has it in for me. Anything bad that ever happened to me has always been in the first month of the year! Pneumonia, gastric problems and pneumonia again, all happened at the beginning of the year! Deja - vu you could say becaus
Yikes! Seventh of January already and not a pot washed, as my gran would say! The week's been pretty bad weather wise and I had a very sulky teenager at home yesterday on account of being ice bound and confined to barracks. For most of the day she sat at the computer scanning the chat service for friends online. Of course most of them were at college except for her and the number of text messages she received was mind numbing.
Her mobile vibrated like a demented bee in a tin can. It drove me