My summer

Whilst listening to a lovely relaxing album called Dancing Rivers by Alberto and Kimberly Riviera which contains lots of weather titled pieces such as sunshine, Storm and whirlwhind, I ponder on one of the best summers I’ve had.

It all started with a conversation with a friend, after they had offered to take me somewhere and I asked them for some help with a task I needed doing, it then led to chats, outings and meeting other people.  I’ve met some people I haven’t seen for a long time and some made some new friends along the way.

Some of my trips involved furry friends including an owl, birds, a dog and a cat. My only real love affair this summer involved one of these furry creatures a dog, who seemed to be scared of me at first, but trusted me in the end.  The cat seemed to enjoy walking around all these people in their parents lounge as these other strange people joined them in discussion, the cat Mr Ginger at one point decided to jump on me which made me jump as I wasn’t expecting it and I think I was listening intently at the time.  I met two new friends beautiful owl, which brought some consternation as no one quite knows whether it is male or female and the couple concerned have always referred it as a he and now it looks like a she after our visit to an owl sanctuary.  It makes conversations rather amusing when they said he isn’t in a good mood and I remind them don’t you mean SHE!  The birds I met by a set of bird tables situated right outside my new poet friend’s lounge window, when my friend and I paid him a visit, we would see the birds come over to pick up any birdseed left for them.

The birds although quite mesmerising weren’t as mesmerising as the gentleman poet I was listening too, who has had poems published. His delivery and writing hauntingly beautiful and inspired me to write a few of my own some of which I covered in my previous blog post.

Other delights was an impromptu visit to a park, a band gig, a large local garden area, some visits to one of my favourite eating venues KFC.  Oh and lots of cake particularly at Mr Ginger’s home who I mentioned earlier including, chocolate cake, apple pie, carrot cake, lemon drizzle, oh and the list goes on in one week I think I about 7 different lots of cake, no not at the same house.

The weather has been mainly kind on these outings and never really affected anything we did, apart from occasionally, feeling a bit hot as it would suddenly get really warm.

Travelling as we have done has meant meeting up with old friends unexpectedly and new alike, including two trips to see Mr & Mrs Bubble, who I haven’t seen for a long time, which resulted in an off road driving trip which I had never done.  It’s particularly amusing when your blind friend takes the driving seat and drives over puddles and you feel like your going to end up ejecting out of the roof of the car, but it was a thrilling experience.  It was wonderful to see longed missed friends those people who would sometimes be mentioned in conversations by others who had seen them since I had, which always stirs longings of desiring those you’ve met and bonded with in the past.  New friends like Mr Gingers parents and their friend who would give us talks, my poet friend and others I met at various gatherings, promise and bring new experiences to be enjoyed and shared.  One friend seems to lead to another like an invisible cord that reminds us that in many ways we are all linked, one friend reminds me of another or introduces me to another who knows someone who knows me or someone else I know.  I’ve often realised that the most important things you can give anyone is memories, and having many shared ones is wonderful with many people is even better.  I can sum up my summer in five words, animals, memories, friends, conversations and travel.  I can’t redo those experiences but I can certainly hang on to the memories and look forward to what the autumn/winter will bring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My creativity bug

As a child attending shcool I wrote essays, poetry and other forms of writing rather dutifully, there was no particular love or hate for writing.  The feedback I got from teachers wasn’t exactly encouraging, in comparison I hated maths and loved the bit of chemistry and biology I did and learnt some German which I revelled in for other reasons.  History I found stimulating and absorbing, but the general chore of writing to task was dull.  The end result was that although my spelling was excellent at the time I came out with a D for my GCSE English, which didn’t inspire me to think that I had any talent for writing or any particular spark of creativity.

However strangely as an adult things changed.  I worked as a proof reader for a while and the company I worked for decided to produce a newsletter I felt to write something I wasn’t sure why but went down very well, and it encouraged me to write more.

When my mother was terminally ill I felt inspired to write a story for her which she loved and others who saw I since enjoyed it.  To some degree this blog came  out of all that.

Now one of the creative tasks I found difficult was poetry and song writing, but lately something rather odd has been happening.  I’ve been writing little bits of poetry and possible song writing material, how did that come about.  It all started when I visited a man known for his poetry and I really enjoyed listening to his creativity, really appreciated the depth coming out of him, not long afterwards one of my friends embarked on a creative spurt of song writing, after conversing with her and a couple of other friends words started coming to me inspired by the conversations.

I’ve been wondering why now, some of the stuff coming out is quite emotive and personal which I’ve been surprised by.  I’m  generally not been a big fan of poetry, but what I’m doing now I’m really enjoying it’s stimulating and fun.

I feel as I’m writing I seem to be drawing stuff out of me or attempting to get to the bottom of something, either way the conclusion I’ve come to is that this is exactly it’s purpose to either draw something out or find something deep.  whichever way I’m happy to go with the flow and I feel whilst that inspiration is there to grab it with both hands and run with it.  So I’ll end with a little bit of inspiration.

Now I’m alert to this creativity spurt, I’ve got so much pleasure by this written treasure, I’ll continue to dig deep, for the words which will speak through this season of time, for I don’t want to bypass this gold mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some 70’s reminiscing

Today I’ve been listening to an audiobook called Jubilee by Shelley Harris, part of which is set during the time of the silver jubilee in 1977, it certainly evoked memories for me not just about the jubilee but about my own childhood during the mid 70’s.

After my mum gave birth to me in the early 70’s the family moved to  a Close somewhere in Stafford.  The street was lined with houses that petered off to the left on one side, if I remember correctly.  The unusual thing about that street for me and I’ve not seen it since was the white pavement and road, it wasn’t the usual grey and black of our roads and pavements today, since looking it up on google it looks fairly different now.

On some weekends my sister and I would go to the local fair for a bit, on the Saturday, mornings would be spent watching the tv, various cartoons and perhaps eating some space dust one of the many treats from the local sweet shop.  Either my sister and I or my dad and I would trudge up there, I vaguely remember an incident when my dad and I walked through the subway or tunnel out to where the shops were and two lads on bikes came perilously close to me and my dad telling them off.  Once there I would look wide eyed at all the treats on offer I remember coming away with Spangles I think lime or the cola ones were my favourites at the time.  I think sherbert dips or dib dabs were my other treats from there, for the life of me I can’t remember what else they sold there.  Sometimes on a Saturday my sister and I would go to the local park, I don’t remember much being there at the time apart from a slide and a couple of swings.  I remember us both in not very good moods singing nobody loves me, everybody hates me…  We used to attend a local hairdressers on the same street as the sweet shop, but my mum was not pleased when she felt the hairdresser had ruined my then curly hair as it became all straight.  She then had a lovely hairdresser who would put rollers in my hair with pins in to try and curl it.

Sometimes other children would be round and we used to play in the garage area I think just outside the side door to our house, I had a little orange car that I would drive around or a little  blue and red trycycle.  Outside in our garden in the summer time I would sit with a large yellow bowl of my mums and remove pods from garden peas, which I would find rather therapeutic now.  I remember us having a street race and I either fell off the thing I was riding or was upset because I came last, I certainly had a few bruised knees those days!

I remember a party we had and Rod Stewarts Do you think I’m sexy was playing either from the stereo or the telly.  Some evenings my dad and I would watch Star trek on the telly or one of my favourite programmes at that time Monkey.  Equally I remember Saphire and Steel another great programme.  Unfortunately I was plagued by nightmares as I watched the armchair thriller and some other horror movies as I didn’t always go to bed when I should have done.

I remember my cousin teaching me to read on a magnetic board with magnetic letters and bringing home Peter and Jane books then Janet and John books, followed by Enid Blyton books.  But my favourite reading was the Mr men books, hence the image of the mug my mum bought me, in which I used to drink hot chocolate or Ovaltine.

Our tea or dinner times would include tinned salmon with potato and peas, sometimes my mum would bring something from the bakers who I found out later may have been distant relatives, Victoria sponge, éclairs, meringues.  My mum would sometimes do jelly and ice cream.  I used to have trouble eating, so either my sister would play aeroplanes with me, or my mum would give me a dose of minidex.  I remember the crisps were not in these foil wrapped packets you get now, oh on they were in flimsy bags and not that much choice of flavours then either.

Well what I can remember of the jubilee was us having a party at some neighbours house where there were many children and adults, I think I sat at the top of the table.  I think triangular party hats were worn and the plates were union jack plates.  party blowers and balloons were the things of partys in those days, the balloons weren’t as fancy as they are now, but yes definitely some pops and fizzy pop too.  I tended to drink lemonade in those days.  At the time of the party our family had not long come back from abroad, so I think that jubilee party was in the August, as I was going to be starting boarding school in the September.  I don’t think I wore red white and blue though. .

70’s music always reminds me of warm summers, I vaguely remember standing outside the front of our house hearing I’m not in Love by 10c blaring from the lounge or kitchen, the charts I would record on the stereo on a Sunday on tape, which used to be recorded on my dads open university tapes which he would get very cross about if he discovered I’d used them whoops.  I would often tape myself singing or doing things, play with cars or my weebles or read some of my sisters Jackie comics even though I was not the right age to read them I had the reading ability to read them.  I remember reading Jane Eyre which I found rather chilling at the time, I don’t think it was quite the adult version though.  My particular children’s’ comic was called Twinkle which I loved.

What is my most abiding memory of the 70’s though well something I alluded to earlier, I suppose for me it will always be the music, from the bad soul album being continuously played on my parents stereo, to the gentle tones of Demis Roussos, played on my little tape recorder to help me sleep at night. Music got me through anything and everything. the other abiding memory is the fact we weren’t always in the UK, but I may write about that another time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my thoughts the day before voting

On top of my mantelpiece my polling card sits where I can see it waiting to be used, I’m glad I’ve got the freedom to vote, but I also feel generally disillusioned with politics. Over the last few weeks I’ve observed and heard trends that are concerning to me.

A few weeks ago I saw one of the main leaders being approached by someone who made their voice heard but the response was atypical of many politicians, the response was the usual script that many leaders adhere to on their campaign trails, I wish the response was more personal and direct, I wish the leader concerned bore in mind the person they were dealing with that they were not just a potential voter but a human being.   It struck me as distant and showed a lack of empathy.  We’ve all heard the same thing trotted out of politicians mouths we just want that politicians to be real not sounding like robots. Yes I completely understand they have to sell their various manifestos, that’s fine when dealing with the media, but when dealing with potential voters, that same tactic shouldn’t be used.  I like politicians to talk to people like they are one of us not above us but as us.  just maybe that’s too much to ask.

My other concern is more troubling its something that erodes are democracy, that’s extremism, sometimes it’s obvious sometimes it’s very subtle and sneaky.  It manifests itself through playing on people’s emotions, such as fear anger or desperation and pain, gives them false hope, they are often sold a vision without any substance, then swept along by emotion and encourage those with strong emotion to take action. Now I don’t see anything wrong with activism  as such but one thing I’ve noticed is they become so narrow in their thinking that anyone who is outside of their bubble is a threat to them and they resort to tactics such as intimidation to deal with that threat, ultimately they will try and shut down any real debate or anyone with a different opinion, which I believe is undemocratic.  I believe everyone has a right to a voice but not at the expense of everyone else’s voice. Minority groups are often targeted by these extreme groups, seemingly giving people the power to get their voices heard over everyone else’s, because they haven’t been heard, yes those who are minority’s should be heard but not be encouraged to go to extreme lengths to make that happen.  Ultimately they will probably lose because whoever shouts the loudest will not necessarily be heard, because they don’t want to listen to anyone else, so completely defeating the purpose.  Nothing wrong with being passionate about what you believe in but not when you become intimidating.

Thank God for secret voting,  I can shut the door on both these concerns as well as the noise of the confusing and muddling media. for as I walk into the peace and quiet of the polling booth tomorrow with my ballot paper, knowing that I can vote with a clear conscience knowing who I’m voting for and why.  I hope others entering the polling station will be able to do the same. I can then walk out with a smile on my face because I’ve used and allowed my democratic freedom to choose for myself without any fear or intimidation or frustration.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s Tony?

On Maundy Thursday I headed out with my companion Tony to my local supermarket, whilst there I bumped into my sister, or rather she bumped into me, Tony as usual remained quiet, my sister invited me to hers for tea.  So paid up and made a quick exit to my sister’s car, rushed into my house packed up a few things and promptly came back to hers for tea.  After a lovely evening I returned home only to discover Tony had disappeared, Tony who doesn’t make much noise, apart from a few gravelly ones had vanished from sight or hearing.

I was low, Tony who guides me through many obstacles on a daily basis helping me avoid bollards, and helping me find edges to pavements so I don’t walk into the road (how gallant of him).  Tony with his bright red and white suit lets motorists know when I’m wanting to make my journey across the road and to drive with caution.  I go into shop and he doesn’t have to say anything as his non verbal communication lets people know that I may need a little extra help or just to talk a little louder too me.  He isn’t heavy he’s good at waiting for me in shops he stands against a counter whilst I hunt for cash as I’m normally holding on to him.  At home he may stand for hours before we head out together and sometimes he likes to sleep in a folding position in my bag, yes indeed the importance of being Earnest does spring to mind.

I know people who have similar partners sometimes we meet and clash from time to time.  Tony has a habit of knocking people if they get in the way, some can even skip over his feet, some ignore him not realising who he is or why I have him in my life. Sometimes people avoid him when they see him or move so Tony and I can get past.  Oh I did miss him his familiar feel and constancy.  Whilst still on the hunt for him I had another companion Claire who isn’t like Tony she isn’t as tall for one and her feet don’t make as much noise, she doesn’t wear red either which is a hassle.

Well  I asked my sister if Tony had either been sleeping in her car or had been staying at her house, rather odd really as my sister really doesn’t need Tony in her life, well I hope she never has too anyway.

So yesterday Claire and I headed up to my local supermarket just on the off chance he may have stayed there, well I asked if they had Tony, oh well they thought Tony may have belonged to another chap who also has a similar companion (shock, horror).  Well there he was the staff treated him well, he is still in fine fettle.  Oh by the way his surname isn’t Blair even though he wears red and the fact that I found him on the day of the UK snap election is no coincidence is it?  Well just to let you know Tony wears red because he supports deaf people.  So now Tony my trusted red and white cane is sticking with me and is currently safely standing in a corner of my lounge waiting for my next trip out 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

The role of sin in our lives, but there is good news!

I bet the headline of this  blog post has you anxious that I’m going to write a post about all the sins you’ve committed in your life and harp on about it and makes you want to either scroll on by or click the x at the top of the screen or close the app on your phone, please don’t as that’s not what I’m going to write about.

I’m sure many of you today have been chomping away on chocolate Easter eggs or something like that,  the closest thing I got was a mini egg on one of Easter nest cakes at church  and yes many of you may feel guilty for over eating and berating yourselves for eating too much and some may even think I’ve just sinned.  Many times the message of the cross is that Jesus died for our sins.  Many of those reading this already know what your sin is and the consequences but WHY is sin such a big deal it’s because of it’s role in our lives.

The role of sin

There are 3 roles to sin that are worth knowing about and even many Christians don’t see this either.

1 Sin causes us to think we are separated from God

Most people have heard sin separates you from God but the truth is that sin and the resulting guilt, shame and condemnation causes you to think you are separated from God.  God was has and is always with his creation, he is not separate from it at all, when Adam sinned in the garden Adam hid himself FROM God, God was still present, when God called where are you Adam,  it wasn’t because God couldn’t see him he knew where he was but he wanted Adam to know he was there and very present indeed.  It was sin that convinced Adam to run from God and that there was a veil there between them.  When Jesus died he cried out “my god, my God, why have you forsaken me” he cried that out when he became sin, sin caused him to think that, he was God in the flesh after all there was no separation, at that point on the cross he knew what sin causes us to believe in our separation from God.

 

2 Sin causes us to believe the worst about God

There seems alot of folk who have real misconceptions about God. That he is distant, angry and one favorite expression of mine the unmoved mover.  He’s ready to whip,  beat and catch us doing wrong at any time and ready to throw judgement at us, nothing could be further from the truth, first of all Jesus told his disciples to call God Our Father.  A real good father is not remote or ready to lash out at you whenever you do wrong.  God is the best Father and wants everyone on this planet to relate to him in that manner, sin and will tell you otherwise. the Father that does not want you to be anxious for anything to provide for and love you though thick and thin and allows you to make your own choices and trusts you like any Good father does  and wants you to come to him freely. Sin will rob you of that notion believing the very opposite.

3  Sin causes you to think that there is absolutely nothing good about you as well as God.

Yep when God created  man (man and woman) he declared it was very good and not  just that he created man in his image and likeness, we are like God, we are not God but like him, just like when you look at a family member and see your eyes, or you hear them say something a certain way you think I’d say it like that.  They aren’t you but look and sound like you.  We are like God in that we look and sound like God and portray his nature in different ways.  The serpent in the Garden like sin convinces us we are not like God and we are dark humans walking the planet and there is nothing good about us.

The good news

The good news is Jesus when he died on the cross he wanted us to know three things

1 We are not separated from God,

2 Our Father  is love personified and is not mad at us at all rather he is mad at sin and it’s destructive nature in our lives and it’s purpose, putting distance between us and his love.

3  You are good, very good, he created you and is much good in you, your sin is masking that reality of your true nature.

For any reading this your wandering I get this but now what must I do,

Talk to Father God, he loves you he knows you intimately, you don’t have to do it in a religious fashion just be yourself, he loves you like that.  Ask him to remove the veil between you in your thinking and in your heart towards him.  Tell him what you think of him and that you need help in having a revelation of who he is, ask him to come alive to you on the inside and simply be open to receive the revelation of love because Father God is love.

A very happy Easter to you all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why it still hurts and what changed

As I write this in just a few hours it will be mothers day.  For me on two counts it’s not as I’m neither a mother or have a mother.  So it will just be an ordinary day apart from the clocks going forward as I live in the UK. I lost my mother in 2012 from a short battle with cancer.   You certainly do change when you lose a mother, it’s hard to put a finger on how that change impacts you or always put into words how it  affects you, but as far as is possible or reasonable or printable I will try to share how it has changed me and why it still hurts when we are now in 2017.

From discussions I’ve had with others and through observation the impact  a parent’s death has on a person is profound.  When my mum’s father died she went to pieces, her was her soulmate, there was always a pervading sense of sadness around home I often think that was why, I don’t think my mum ever got over losing her father and it was rather poignant she died at the same age as her father did and on the same weekend.  I’ve heard say married couples when one of their parent’s dies how it impacts them and thus their spouse and sometimes ends their marriage or contributes to it.

I remember reading an article about grief of a mother in an online Oprah Winfrey magazine.  It summed up well how it impacted me.  The strange thing from the article I had read and  certainly became true for me was the new sense of freedom I felt, no more nagging and worrying from my mother, I didn’t have her looking over my shoulder every time I did something or travel somewhere.  I definitely felt guilty about being happy about having those shackles lifted off me, but that was my ultimate vulnerability that I didn’t realise at the time as unfortunately it did make me a bit reckless, but freedom can do that to you when boundaries have been removed and I learnt the hard way that I needed that stabilizing influence of my mother that I actually really still needed. It was certainly right that I had the freedom but I also needed the stability which is something I lost and I actually had not necessarily valued.

One of the incidents that struck me was when following my mum’s coffin up the church I knew at that point things had changed family order wise, I felt older and more responsible.  There was a lighter moment at my mum’s internment when I attempted to get over some snow only to discover that I’d climbed a tombstone instead to the helpless laughter of my nieces.

I had to adapt to going to various shops on my own that used to going to with my mother, my mum used to help me shop for clothes now I couldn’t rely on my mum to give an honest opinion about what suited me the best or what really looked terrible on me, now, I now have to just try and judge for myself feeling my way through and hoping that I may have made a good choice but I still don’t always feel that confident that that I’ve made the right choice as my mum’s choices were excellent.

My mum’s standards were high and my ability to wash, iron and cook to her standards are nothing compared to hers, and she would assist regularly with ironing, but now she is not around so I have to hope for the best when I iron it’s not a disaster.

The two things I miss most of all are my mum’s attention to detail and her sense of intuition which I didn’t always appreciate, she was always thoughtful, if I was staying over night she would set my breakfast out  before I came down (if I had to be up early), everything was set out she knew what I liked with little I had to do to put my breakfast together, I liked hot chocolate in the morning at the time, and that would be in the mug ready for me to just pour the water in for example with me not having to go hunting for the hot choc container.  She was even like that when she was ill, which obviously  I didn’t expect from her at all.

But the thing I miss most of all about my mum and why it hurts so, is that I could trust her, not in the sense of being a confidante as she wasn’t a friend, but it was in the sense I could trust her regarding me, she always had the right motives concerning me, I knew she would do me no harm.  If she did give me advice it was always with my best interests  at heart, no guile no deceit just pure love.  Of course I trust people but not in the way I could trust my mother.  It has made me more cautious, and yes this is what hurts the most.

At the same time I’m grateful that a support network materialised through one thing or another which has helped me come to terms with her loss, but yes it’s changed me and yes it still hurts.  I wish a happy mothers day to those reading this, but my thoughts are with those who have no mother or are not mothers themselves.  So to those who still have mothers or have children don’t take either for granted you don’t know if it’s the last shopping trip or outing you will be on or the last bunch of flowers you can buy your mother, or toys you can buy your child embrace and enjoy every moment you spend with your child.  If you can please spare a thought for those of us who can’t enjoy doing what your doing, and if any of us look sad or far away, don’t think we don’t want you to enjoy this special day just know for us it just still hurts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why being a visually impaired pedestrian is becoming a perilous,isolating nightmare

When I was a small child I remember walking with my mum in my local town holding her hand, we walked on the pavement and I felt perfectly safe, I couldn’t see very well but knew there was a road to one side and a step onto it would be dangerous for me.  I knew what traffic lights were and was taught the green cross code, it was simple.  There was a distinction between pavement and road, but now this is no more.

Over the years I’ve seen a large decline in safety for myself and other pedestrians.  It first started in the 90’s with the predestinization  of cities which although was brilliant, motorists and retailers didn’t like it, hence the arrival of retail parks, However predestrinized streets brought other problems, speeding  bicycles ; swerving pushchairs. Some mobility scooter users were going much faster than foot speed  would come at you from all directions.   At certain times of the day (not always knowing what times) some vehicles would be allowed through, and you wouldn’t know a vehicle was there until it was right on top of you from the front or behind.  A-boards and street furniture would appear in random spots, some of it small enough for me to walk into many a time.  When it got completely mad I considered getting a guide dog, that’s how bad it got in one town locally, a cane doesn’t work when people/things are speeding towards you.

In this century the idea of shared spaces/surface where anybody and anything can travel on the same space has made things worse, with buses now added to the melee of wheels, with their virtually silent engines it’s easy to miss a bus turning a corner and nearly being crushed by it or a van reversing unexpectedly; children running about; adults not looking where they are going as their eyes are glued to their mobiles.  Oh yes and the steps that appear from nowhere that I went falling down near our new bus station.  That’s just the streets in city centres.

In my own area where I live many things are taking up space on these supposed footpaths, numerous bins; large skips;  leaves not been cleared up for months which can cover up vital markings; cycle paths which you have to step on to avoid the rest of the clutter; runners not always clearly visable;  plenty of pavement parking by motorists who can’t be bothered to walk.  When pavements get resurfaced they don’t feel flat anymore either, many feel steeper or uneven underfoot possibly due to civil engineers can’t put their various pipes and cables deep enough underground. Some pavements are cracked due to trees roots growing from underneath, even overhanging trees or bushes can appear unexpectedly or from the side where you can get scratched. It’s concerning that pavements can get so cluttered finding space to walk on safely is a navigational nightmare. Even taking a regular route to my GPs last year ended with me taking a tumble.

But here’s what topped it off for me.  I think it was a couple of weeks ago I heard a  loud noise outside my window and discovered later there were some roadworks outside my home, I got a letter from the council a few days later to say there were road works being carried out.  It stated the times when the roads would be disrupted but didn’t give dates of start and finish of the said works.  But thankfully does give a feedback form which I fully intend to fill out here’s why.

Just this week I was heading out when it was very windy to catch bus I went back inside as it was too windy for me to breathe normally, I also had to make a cancellation.  I tried again later as I needed to get some shopping it had dropped off a bit so I was able to manage a walk to the shop, however when I got to the bus stop I noticed a large sign bus stop closed.  I checked later and nothing reported that my bus stops were closed, so if I’d managed to get past the wind I would not have been able to catch a bus no warning issued . No one has been able to pick me up during the day because of the road closure either so no access to transport whatsoever. Whilst the roadworks continue  it’s pretty isolating and no there’s no guarantee this will not happen again. How about the perilous bit, well one day on the pavement I saw a big truck parked right in the middle of the pavement, dangerous for someone totally blind, I have enough sight to avoid it but if it had been dark it might have been a different story.   Another truck was parked on the side of the pavement I needed to cross too. I didn’t know why that area seemed blocked by this truck, I discovered later why when I almost walked into a pink  barrier.  Whilst this work continues I’m potentially housebound for a large part of the day, I’m sure some of the other disabled and elderly folk around here will be too.

Now I’m increasingly concerned along with I’m sure many of my other visually impaired friends what unsuspecting  dangers  lie ahead once our feet head out the door and will it come to the point like a large percentage of visually impaired people that it’s just too dangerous and stressful to risk life and limb on this particular obstacle course of our streets which has no health and safety regulation attached to protect us.

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts as 2016 disappears

I haven’t blogged on here for a while, but I thought I would talk about the year and my thoughts on next year. So as I listen to the last few hours of the new year with the BBC Trunk of Funk, I’ll share my year with you.

I think 2016 has been rather a turbulent year in many respects. But lets start with January

January 2016 was rather cold from my notes from my facebook posts and I was still recovering from my stay in hospital a year before, thankfully no repeat hospital visit apart from an outpatients appointment in June, and back to my voluntary work.  I baked Oatmeal peanut butter squares that went down well, they were ok not my favourite bit of baking.  More politics re disabled people surfaced.

In February they changed the local bus service which I still find rather annoying, planning meeting anybody at my city centre, by car it takes 10 mins by bus more like 30 mins, it’s a nuisance, but you carry on and adjust the best you can, our local city council doesn’t want to invest in our public transport services so not much improvement planned.  I also did a morning’s dementia training which I really enjoyed.

March heralded in the spring and I met up with an old acquaintance from school, its certainly been a year of new found friendships and catching up with the old.

April heralded a visit to my friends up north and a prayer breakfast which I enjoyed thoroughly .

May I had a good bank holiday what I did I dnon’t know.

June was a great month for sunbathing, also a hot month for debating politics , the whole experience was depressing with a loss of friends needlessly and much people dramas which continued for a while and wore me out.  The UK got wore out with Europe and ande chose to leave the European union, I met up with some friends in a nearby city at the end of June a promptu meet up which I thoroughly enjoyed.

July had an xray on my arm which showed up nothing but eventually a physio suggested I had damaged my rotary cuff the part of the arm that connects the shoulder to the arm, which rotates it hence the name rotary cuff.  I also got to know a couple form my local church better which was lovely.

August heralded a time of spring cleaning and meeting a new friend who I’d met through facebook, great to meet new people a good time was had by all.

September is my birthday month, some relatives of mine came to see us from Europe and a meal out at a local indian restaurant. Also had a memorable appointment where the people treated me witht he greatest respect.  Spent a day out with a friend at a local weatherspoons where I had a curry which I enjoyed.

In October I got my first new fiver that has been released in the UK.

Movember heralded Trump being elected as the next US president, as far as politics is concerned all I can say on here it’s never been a more exciting time in politics.

December had some very intresting gatherings with people introduced to someone I wanted to meet, also met some new people, always look forward to meeting new people as you never know what comes of them.  Christmas week I ended up with an unpleasant chest infection, so these last two weeks have been rather quiet

As I write this its now 20 minutes till midnight. After a year where relationships have been tough and and a lot of introspection it’s easy to fall into a deep depression, I heard something on a podcast which I found helpful, live in the moment do what needs to be done today as what is done today impacts on the future, I’ve paraphrased that.  For those with a spiritual mindset it means take not thought for tomorrow as today has enough to deal with.  There are things i’m going to work on which God has spoke to me about, but also, endeavor  to make the most of each day I have as far as possible.  So I want to wish you all a happy, healthy and wonderful 2017 from me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A satirical look at the last few years of UK politics

As things have been heating up in politics in the land of the British Isles for a while now, there’s never been a more exciting time to be alive and everything happening in Westminster and beyond proving to be of great stimulation not just to my intellectual side of my brain but my satirical one too.  I don’t think the British people have had so much opportunity to visit the polling booths and cast their influence on our government in years.  I wonder how many people have even thought of setting up  a polling station in their own homes particularly in Scotland where the voting addiction began and is set to continue for a few years to come.

Scotland was first to get their people to mark the spot on their ballot papers in 2014 for Independence , the decision to create an ocean between Scotland and Carlisle or maintain their travel links to any English destination.  It’s a wonder whether if they had decided to create an ocean there if they would have the capacity to swim in it, or try and look for lifejackets made by English manufacturers to rescue them.  Now they are trying to find access to the channel tunnel independently without travelling through Kent first to use the channel tunnel but their mentality is probably fly a plane as  it’s a great shortcut even if it places huge strain on the oil reserve.

Next came the general election but there was  some dispute over tv debates, I was starting to feel rather green when Cameron started to find every little excuse to not participate, and it left me feeling a little jaded after a while too.

The general election result surprised everyone including the pollsters who must have been taking hallucinogenic drugs because they obviously seeing some strange colours depicting their results.  Paddy Ashdown must have sold all his hats because I’ve never seen him wear one, I wonder if he ate anything at all after the results came through, maybe he went to live in a stable for a while as theirs plenty of straw to eat there enough for many hats.  Mind you I wouldn’t have wanted him ending up with a messiah complex that would not go down too well with many in the Lib Dems, even if their new leader claims to have some links with the messiah.

I can’t leave the topic of the Messiah out without talking about the next unforeseen event by the psychics.  In September of 2015 came the Labour leadership elections which resulted with out with the seemingly old new into the seemingly new old,  the reincarnation of Michael Foot came to win the leadership context from completely out of the blue or rather the 70’s, with many of his followers who had suddenly found yes you’ve guessed it their new messiah who they had been seeking for, some of the disenfranchised in society who had  never had champagne or never liked the taste of it, were instead swept along or rather rode along on their bikes to see their leader speak of change or rather history repeating itself.  I wonder if that record will break or will it continuously be on repeat who knows. I’m not sure if it will be God save the Queen as Jeremy Corbyn would be left standing in silence for a very long time.

To be continued…