Me Myself and I

....Tears for Fears, Especially Donald Trump. Holy shit-what a loon. Why just stop at banning Muslims from 'Murica? What about men/women with a tan or a moustache? The Queen- she's partial to a headscarf, The Dalai Lama, He wears robes, Bound to be a Muslim. How does one spot a Muslim? is it the second head or the evil red glowing eyes? Why stop with Muslims, what about atheists? They're probably secret Muslims, and ginger-haired people, obviously Muslims. It's quite impressive for one man to have so much hate and bile wrapped up in a strangely coiffed head!  Enough. Now the weather, I know the English have a certain notoriety for banging on about the weather, but honestly, The weather is c..c..c...crazy at the mo! None of the garden plants are thinking of dying down, the pond lilies are putting out new leaves, The daff leaves are growing alarmingly and the Blackbirds are already fighting for next seasons prime real (nesting) estate. Tis most perturbing!  We, well me,...

News is breaking this evening of attacks in Paris. Why would anyone think mass murder will solve anything? Saddened beyond belief, pure evil.

....Another New Order track. I have a certain amount of confusion bothering me at the moment, Since having had mental health issues several years ago, I have been going to a craft club. I was virtually dragged there originally, on the advice of a splendid nurse. It was a goal to be achieved, go and be "normal" with normal people, I thought I would stop going once I was well again. Here I am, still going, and counting several of the attendees as very good friends, Now the confusing bit.......     Most of the people who go are retired, and although tremendous fun and very full of life, Have very different views on things to me. This, as a rule, is fine, discussion can be lively and sometimes heated, and nobody has left the room in a blaze of drama...yet! What is causing me problems though is racism, these oldies are totally up for a rant about "them" coming to this country, All the desperate children shown on the news are obviously "actors", It's all ...

...... Favourite track by Keane. I am, though, rather snowed under with life at the mo. Possibly the end of the summer blues? Maybe just a good old black dog moment. Bored and boring, Or put much better by George Orwell " ...mind sticky with boredom". Hmm this will make tiresome reading for the great grandchildren. I shall stop now and eat chocolate. Laters. P.S. This is Len who is also bored.

....The Cure. One of the bands delivered to me with my husband, like a dowry. He gave me immaculate vinyl all covered in protective plastic sleeves. I gave him scratched and dusty but loved anyway.   Well things waffle along in our little house. Garden plans are afoot, a trellis enclosed secret area, while the interior takes on its dusty summer neglected look- Why would I clean when I can sit outside slurping coffee and listening to the neighbours Turbo-Monster-Noisefucking-Hellmachine-Lawn mowers? I dislike lawn. In our climate lawn looks nice for two days a year, the rest of the time they are boggy filth or scorched earth yellow!   Our eldest mutt has had a manky toe removed this week....£500! Could have done it myself with a bottle of gin for comfort and some strong scissors, but hey, needs must. Said mutt has a very fetching giraffe print dressing on his foot, Do they give giraffes dog print dressings?   The hedgehog and at least three babies are still lu...

...Sky, that is! Also one of my favourite songs from one of the best bands of my youth.  Life has been pretty lovely and normal in my little world, Apart from a terribly sad funeral (are there any other types?), the sun has been shining on and off, and my garden is growing. I say "my" garden even though it's a joint effort. I point and say deck/gazebo/water feature and my lovely husband rolls up his sleeves, goes to the MAN SHED and comes out with gazillions of tools. Then produces something splendid, total hero! I plant and prune, tie-in and tweak, weed and water. A happy relationship.   In other news.... husband has been on several European work jollies, sorry, business trips. During the last one there was  a foul deed in the garden..........Sometime in the night murder most horrible was committed!!! The dawgs were howling, I was gripped with fear, luckily the victim was a pigeon. Huge bloody mess of feathers and "bits" scattered about, Yuck.  In better new...

.......and 2+2 always makes a 5. Ok so it's not January, or April, but it is showery and I love Radiohead. Life trundles on, apparently there was an election? Hehe joke. I voted, himself voted. Sadly the dawgs have no vote, shame as I feel they would have made a well-informed choice. Probably Peter Bone and Ed Balls.     Our robins have fledged! Phew the relief! The neighbours have several young cats who stick their catty faces into every nook and cranny of the garden, We were constantly peering out, banging on the windows and shouting naughty words at the feline potential murderers. Now all is calm......or so we thought! We were woken at stupid o clock by the hounds baying like the world was ending. Himself, being brave, peered into the garden, to see my emergency frost protection shower curtain ( for my tender plants, not me) moving about in the greenhouse! He bravely ventured out, to find a hedgehog trying to drag the shower curtain into a heap of leaves it had collected....

Not in a physical sense (painful heel!) but in a state of mind way. The grief of losing a friend keeps creeping up on me and sends my thoughts in many random directions. Even dead heading the daffs suddenly becomes pertinent; She won't be able to dead head the daffs anymore, did she even like them? I can't remember, does that make me a bad friend? On and on it goes. Maybe when a funeral is allowed things will change.    Darling daughter the elder and her lovely husband have moved into a new house- in a VILLAGE! As a lifelong town dweller, this is proving a real eye opener. People talk to you, not just "Hi weather weather weather", But proper conversation talking with questions that require answers! Tis very strange, but rather nice.   Our dawgs have discovered the delights of spring. The springer (aged 10) has suddenly discovered an urge to mate with  the Sprollie ( nearly 2), As they are both chaps this is becoming a bit awkward, Poor Len (the Sproll) thinks pervy...

A very dear friend from childhood has recently died. We lost touch over the years, even though our parents only live doors away from each other. A couple of months ago we met by chance and amid a flurry of hugs, giggles and tears, we promised to get together for a serious catch-up.    That will now never happen as last week I was given the appalling news that she was dead. She hadn't died naturally, or via a terrible accident or illness. Old age hadn't snuck up on her, mutant cells hadn't robbed her of her life. Another human had killed her.    After rivers of tears, dark nights and many unanswered questions, I am now strengthening myself for the ordeal that will be her funeral. Her darling elderly parents who I have known since childhood, and are very private people, will have the horror of attending their darling girls funeral. Her other family members and many, many friends, will have to say goodbye to this vibrant, kind and funny lady.  I will be t...

....More like four seasons in one hour! One of the best things (imho) about this funny little island, is our obsession with the weather. Well it's hardly surprising as we have so much of it. During todays three dog walks I have been rained on, nearly blown into a hedge while turd scooping and raised my face to a glorious sun and felt a little spring warmth.  I wonder if people in more tropical climates share our obsession, or would the conversation  be "Hello neighbour, Sunny again followed by a brief tropical downpour and then sunny again. For the 125th day in a row!"  We also seem to spend a lot of time moaning about the weather forecast and its vagueries, But to be fair to the lovely Carol Kirkwood and co, it is a chaotic sytem.  I like a nice weather moan as much as the next person; soggy washing, frosted seedlings and dogs liberally coated with mud are all weather gripes, but never knowing how many layers of clothes to wear keeps life challenging.   What...

My favourite song lyric from the mighty Manic Street Preachers. If I was brave I would have it inked on my arm- but i'm not, so I won't. This is a post about mental health- no it's ok, I won't hurt you! But I have and do suffer from this invisible beastie. No one is exempt from mental  ill health, it doesn't matter how high up the social ladder you have clambered, or how much dosh you have in the bank.    My own problems started with a vague feeling of panic and dislocation and spiralled into suicide watch and the local Crisis Team. It was the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me and still haunts me. I would not be here without the help of an amazing set of health professionals and a rock solid family.   If things are not too good for you, don't suffer in silence. You're not weak or stupid or mad. Sometimes we can't just pull ourselves together, or get over it (most useless advice ever!!!). Our stressed, but fabulous health service has in...

It's hard to express yourself in your very own blog when you can't find it! I knew roughly where it was, but every time I started looking I got sidetracked by other blogs. Anyhoo here I am.   What do I share?    Pertinent life events?  1 husband, 2 daughters.    Hobbies? Is sarcasm a hobby? If not then sewing, crochet, swearing, gardening, eye rolling, being early.    Political bent? Most politicians are bent!   Well, this is all quite thrilling...not.  Hell I'm nearly 50 and quite opinionated (gobby) so lets cut to the chase. I'm bored with celebrity as a concept. Why not be an artist or a musician or a lawyer, don't just be some saddo who sleeps with a married footballer and bangs on about it for the next 10 years.  I'm furious that we have food banks in this country, We're so advanced and pleased with ourselves and our position on the global stage, but some of our fellow citizens can't afford to eat! How totally shit is th...

Well, finally I take the first hesitant steps into the land of the blog! To share what? Thoughts? ideas? feelings? Favourite cake flavours? Who knows.