On waking this morning, I already knew upon opening my eyes, without a shadow of a doubt, it was going to be a high pain level kind of day. Everything hurt. Just getting myself through the night I had taken my maximum amount of pain relief, so now, with one shocking med hangover, I was going to have to negotiate the whole rest of that day. First, a climb into the bath. (I glared at the offending articles, as if it was more like climbing Everest.) Okay, it was, in fact, actually more like a scramble over the side, which turned into an unladylike fall in. This didn’t help matters, but, hey… I was at least in! It was then, of course, only once I was there, the realisation hit me: (slaps head ouchhhhh!) I hadn’t put on the boiler for hot water an hour before. (😳) And there was no way I was scrambling back out of that blooming tub without at least having a perfunctory scrub down. I was determined, my mind, such as it was, made up.

I filled two large buckets with water, albeit extremely cold, went on to pouring half a bottle of fruit scented shower gel into each, doing the best to convince one’s self more gel would mean I would be clean faster right? (😁) Well, in theory it sounds okay. In practice the icy water was indeed still, well, icy! But I poured it over my already cold self. What made matters seem worse was I was now smothered in soap lather and had to use more of the beautifully over-night chilled water to this rinse off. (I need protection from myself at times, I swear.) (😁) But if there was a plus side to this whole debacle, I now smelt deliciously like the fruits of the forest jam my mother made.

After defrosting myself (At least on the inside anyhow) with the aid of a large, most welcomed mug of hot coffee, I set about hanging out my laundry. It was, after all, turning into a glorious morning.  If anything, it was somewhat mild for February, even taking into account the slight breeze… perfect drying weather though. Then for some reason I felt the sudden urge to sketch. (I have not done this for at least 18 months now.) I chose something uncomplicated and of interest for my first attempt:  a large autumnal tree. An easy subject. To the point. Uninspiring for some, I suppose, but then I’ve always loved trees. Without much ado I set to work.

It’s odd how quickly the time speeds by when one’s mind is really fully submerged. I had needed to get something on the blank sheet of paper quickly before I felt intimidated by the large expanse I was about to cover. Once the skeleton of the tree appeared I began with its long twisted limbs, using the slight tremor in my hands to its full advantage. I wanted it gnarly, branches stretching fully like grasping hands. Sitting in silence, it became almost hypnotic, mesmerising. I felt a sense of peace and calm.

Within an hour I had not only the one main tree, but others soon grew up out of the page, appearing pale almost ghostly in the background. It’s in these times, moments, I feel close to my father, instantly drawn back in time to far-off Saturdays of yesteryear. Swirls of blue cigarette smoke filling the living room, the smell of linseed, turps, oil paint, dad standing at his easel, me, of course, wanting to imitate, stood in front of a large water colour art pad propped haphazardly against the back of a kitchen chair. I had a small saucer for a pallet, dabs of each colour in a circle. My father was, of course, too wise to let me loose with oils; one, because of the mess, then, of course, there was the added cost to factor. We always had music on as my mother had gone out, the room filling with Nancy Sinatra, Bill Hayley, Glen Miller, James last and we sang raucously as we worked at our projects.

I found though I couldn’t sit for long, pain making me restless and uneasy. Reluctantly I put away my pencils and sketch pad, suddenly feeling the need to escape the confines of my flat. I put on my shoes and jacket and walked out into the mild afternoon air. My gait was somewhat slower and I leant more heavily on my walking stick than I would have liked, but my eyes were soon captivated by early blooming Hawthorns, their small creamy white flowers even now filling the air with perfume,  it’s green budding branches filled with tiny birds, twittering as they flit from branch to branch; Chaffinches, robins, blue tits, house sparrows darting about excitedly.

The farther on I ventured I was delighted even more by sprigs of random growing pale white and lime green snowdrops, their bell-shaped heads nodding in the breeze. Delicate purple violets nestled amongst the grass, palest blue star-shaped climbing periwinkle flowers and the glorious showy bright yellow winter jasmine looking like starbursts among olive green tiny leaves. My eyes darted everywhere spotting hidden treasures beneath hedgerows, signs of spring already making her presence felt though it still be winter. The deep steel-grey sky above me was providing plenty evidence of that. I took photos where I could with the intentions of drawing later. Although I wanted to capture everything in sight, at the same time not wanting to miss a single thing. I did, however, take a moment to get a few pictures of an old broken farm gate, propped against an elder. It was quickly being taken over by a splendid waxy-leaved ivy, its vines putting the structure that had been long since abandoned to good use. It was, however, all too soon time to return home, my legs protesting greatly at the added exercise. Walking slow so as to take in anything I had missed, I found an interesting section of a branch laying upon the grass, dried out over time. It’s creamy ochre colours and twisted shape caught my eye. I did no more than pick it up to bring home. It sits upon the table now, a solitary reminder of nature and the outdoors where I love being… a souvenir of the day. Until next time, take care of yourself. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Firstly, let me wish everyone a happy Valentine’s day, (Before you say it, yes, I know there’s those of you out there who, rightly or wrongly, believe it to be an over-commercialised, made-up sort of day in order to part folks with their hard earned cash.) I understand this and believe there’s some merit in it. But just take a moment if you will. In these times of harshness, cold hard cruelty, political unrest, strikes, death, and destruction, let’s add a little softness, romance, beauty and (dare I actually say it) love, not only for this of all days, but as a beginning of a new paradigm. ❤

You must all know by now mine and Jesse’s story… how we met fell in love and decided, despite or is it in spite of, all the daily hardships, including distance, just trying to hold on to something so beautiful yet also so very fragile as is love. In reality it’s like trying to hold a butterfly in your hand. You can, but if you’re not careful you could also crush the very thing you’re trying so hard to protect. It’s been five long tortuous years with only the briefest oasis of three months together. This is all we have to cement our love, the glue that holds together the very foundations and our future. Each day apart is like its predecessor, too long, too cold, too hard and vastly unfair.

But amongst all this angst and turmoil, there’s moments we wouldn’t change for the world… moments of sheer joy, gratitude and love. We truly are a couple of children – our jokes awful, mischievous in every sense – but there are very few days in which laughter doesn’t fill these separate houses we dwell in. And not only laughter… we plot and we scheme to bring about an element of surprise into each other’s lives. It’s not always easy while you’re on the phone with each other 24/7/365, but even with this challenge, we manage, and do a grand job.

Sunday.

Sunday has never been a favourite day of mine, actually! The other days of the week are okay in themselves, I suppose, but it seems to me that Sundays seem to drag? Plus, any issues either I’ve had or problems both myself and Jesse have encountered have always been on a Sunday. Not sure whether it’s coincidental or just is. This Sunday though I awoke very early, set about my day while my love slept on. (Time differences will, of course, do this.) 😁 I’m so, so bored that I have found myself making up jobs for myself to do, creating a mess in order to have something to tidy again later, washing on, kitchen clean, hoovering done. I’m now at a loose end. I bodge up a crossword. You’d be surprised what words you can cram into those small grids, some your mother would, I dare say, not approve of either… most especially on the Sabbath. (Have you ever played swear word Crossword? 😈 Kind of like swear word Scramble, just with a grid. I blush when I say I excel at both these.) This done and after watching a cute little film on prime, I set about finding more chores for my idle hands to do. (Never easy in a flat the size of a small shoe box.) I had thought about knocking on a few neighbour’s doors to see if they would like assistance with their housework but wasn’t sure this would be quite welcomed in the spirit with which it was offered though so I thought better of it and settled for cleaning the kitchen floor.

Soon after I had stepped away from the soapy clothes-scrubbing implements of torture, Jesse woke up, not sure if it was from enough sleep or my ear splitting rendition of Hallelujah. 😁 We made our coffee and sit chatting for an hour together which is usual for our split time zone routine…I filled him in with my day, floor scrubbing included. (Such excitement you’re thinking) 😁 After this brief moment of calm, in what is otherwise madness, we go about the rest of the day. Sometime later though while I’m deeply ensconced in a game of online Ludo, my love’s voice pipes up from cosy confines of phoneland: “Honey, I’ve bought you a nice extended handled brush and dustpan from Amazon, so you don’t have to bend down while sweeping” Aw-w-w-w-w.  I thought it so thoughtful. Jesse went on to say “Happy Valentine’s Honey” Again I know what you’re thinking here ladies! But Jesse knows me too well and what’s not to love about a dustpan and brush? At least it wasn’t pink, right? Plus. with my back issues as they are, it is an exceptionally thoughtful gift. Gotta love him. ❤ He went on with needless explanations about how normally he wouldn’t buy me domestic items for Valentine’s, birthdays etc, but there was a need, and I agreed wholeheartedly.

Yesterday, being the big day itself, I had made plans for a small walk in the morning just to get some air while Jesse slept. As I readied myself doing my checking to ensure I have the necessary accoutrements, then the re-checking of phones, keys, etc., before actually going, a car pulls up outside my flat. Strange, I thought. 🤔 But thinking it was for my neighbours, I carry on getting ready. Just as I’ve finally done my third check around the flat (😁) pulled on my dreaded shoes and socks (hate anything on my feet) I’m ready to go. I just make it to the door as my doorbell goes. Sigh.

Upon opening the front door there’s a young girl stood with a package and balloons in her hand, behind this youngster stood a lady. In her arms is the most resplendent bouquet of flowers! Both of these ladies have beautiful big grins spread across their lovely faces, obviously loving every second of their jobs. Even though I know Jesse as I do, it’s still always the most wonderful surprise to receive these gorgeous floral arrangements, it never fails to make me dumbfounded, or overwhelmed. I stand quietly for one of the few times in my life, for these flowers touch deep within my heart just the same as the very first offering of twelve long stemmed red roses at Christmas five years previously. Never having received flowers from a man before, I had buckled and sobbed. The flowers yesterday did much the same. I took them silently, overwhelmed at such a gift. There was a card, balloons, and last but by no means least, a Cake. I am indeed most spoilt, still lost for words, I finally managed to thank both the ladies before I, in somewhat of a daze, shut the door.

Jesse was half asleep still, but, even so, knew who the callers of course were. I sank down onto my sofa, opened the beautiful heart shaped card, read the thoughtful verse my love had dictated within. After all this time things like this still knock me off my feet. It’s also one of the few times I’m in silence. I’m convinced this, besides the fact Jesse is a romantic, is the reason behind the offering. 😁

The cake.

The bouquet is from our most favourite of florists, who is no longer in truth just a flower seller in a small town…Emma has, in fact, become more like a friend. The flowers are of the very best quality, stunningly arranged, and last normally over a week. The card is equally as well thought out, always home made for that very personal touch one comes to expect from Emma and the Finishing Touches family. But then, add to this the most exquisite, sumptuous piece of confectionery perfection in a heart shaped cake, the whole gift ensemble is one that really is more than anyone could have asked for, leaving the giver a most amazing fiancé and the giftee feeling more special than she has in a lifetime. I cannot thank our messenger of love, Emma, enough for all her creative hard work or my love for such a well-planned-out and most thoughtful gift, especially the cake. How well this man knows me, because he knows my one true weakness has to be cake. 🎂 Thank you once again, my love.

I hope you all had a wonderful day yesterday. Take care of yourselves out there. I’m now off to get a slice of that gorgeous cake. 💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛🎂🎂💛🎂💛🎂💛

Monday.

All my fellow insomniacs out there will, I’m sure, if not sympathise at least get where I’m coming from. Right now I’m on night seven of little-to-no sleep. I would have normally crashed around about the week mark, fallen into involuntary deep and a somewhat unnatural dream-filled sleep, but, alas, last night it was to prove elusive to any or all my feeble attempts. I tried every trick in my very ample tool box, from favourite costume dramas on my tablet, self-hypnosis (or is this by now psychosis😁), calming music, strong pain meds, then, lastly, but by no means least, finishing off with a large bowl of comforting cereal. Don’t we all love a nice bowl of 4am cornflakes?😁.

Laying back down again, my cover nest pulled up tightly around my ears, something akin to swaddling like a small child, I lay restless in the semi-darkness, my ears attuned to the surrounding sounds: Cinnamon rabbit laying waste to his latest Amazon box, cats outside having a very unfriendly turf war, the flat’s natural creaking as it expands and contracts as the dawn chill onsets, Jesse’s sleeping sounds in phone land… all bringing their usual sense of peace and some comfort.

I change numerous times from my right side onto my back, as my mind begins its usual barrage of unanswered questions. I’m sure you all know the ones I’m talking of here, like why does January have three more days than February? (Surely there’s a logical answer, but I cannot think of one.) What was the first human thinking about when they ate meat for the very first time? Did he/she begin with licking a nearby cow for instance? Then thinking ‘hmm, you taste okay-ish but… maybe if I put you in my handy cave air-fryer at 400 degrees for ten minutes you would taste a whole lot better! 😁 Then there’s a recent question plaguing my mind. Not world peace. Noooo! But why has my favourite chocolate, Galaxy, changed its recipe? This was the most serious of questions for me, as it was my favourite chocolate of all time. (Note the “was” here.) Its taste and texture very different now, hardly any flavour and not the smooth satin sweet taste of yesteryear. I was in the beginning outraged and incensed. I rarely eat chocolate these days but when I do I want to know it tastes exactly the same as I left it. I want to be indulged with that soft, silky, seducing, comforting sweetness, just like an old friend. (Well, maybe not. I don’t usually go around taking bites out of my friends, you’ll be glad to hear.) But oh noooo! They had to go and change it!!!!!!🙄 This is exactly how my sleepless mind whirls.😁

Over the weekend I finished my first ever diamond painting picture. In the very beginning when I started out on this new venture, I wasn’t even sure I would have the patience to complete it, but at least here I succeeded. Anything I find daunting or overwhelming I break down into smaller, more manageable sections, each day working on a small piece for upwards of an hour. For some reason, placing one small bead after another on its almost indistinguishable letter or number has become relaxing. Before I know it, time passes by without note. The cocooning warmth blown from my small heater envelopes me, its white noise as it rattles and whirs away fills the silence. I’m immersed totally, not only is it quieting my over active nervous system, but I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment the nearer to completion I get.

In between these diamond painting sessions I get up to stretch out the kinks in my back and neck. My neck has plagued me for years, becoming more painful the older I get. It grinds and clicks with increasing frequency, so it’s essential I only sit bent over my project for short spells. I make myself a coffee and look out the living room window. It’s become a beautiful day. The sky’s completely blue, cloudless, and I feel compelled to go outdoors. I say ‘compelled’ because it’s an almost involuntary urge, refusing to be silenced or ignored despite all my best efforts. I don’t feel up to walking at the moment. I haven’t in some time now, so I strike a compromise… a bargain with myself, knowing there’s a chance I may see one of my neighbours, and that can only be of benefit, as living a secluded lifestyle is one thing, but it’s not good mentally. I’m very aware of this. So, wrapping myself tightly in a warm wool cape Jesse bought me before Christmas, I go out and sit with my coffee on the front step. The sun is welcoming, coming with a surprising amount of warmth in it for what is, after all, still winter. It’s soothing and I feel at once mellow, closing my eyes, tipping my head back, relaxed. Only when I hear a familiar ‘coo coo’ from the gutter above am I disturbed from this revelry.

Walter and Dave.

I look up in the direction from where the sound emanates. There, peeping nervously from their gutter hiding place, are two bobbing, curious heads, turning this way and that, each training one beady eye upon me. I know immediately why I’m being watched. It’s past their feed time. Twice daily, every day without fail, I go out with a large plastic beaker filled to the brim with seed, filling my makeshift bird table with half, before scattering the rest upon the grass. This has gone on since the end of September! I started out with one pair of pigeons, followed rapidly by their ever growing brood. They, in turn, brought over their friends and family. 😁 Over the weeks, not only have they grown to recognise their host, but I can tell them apart: familiar wing patterns, colouring, body shape differentiates them.

Day after day my pigeon family not only gets larger in scale, but grow more at ease with my daily presence. In particular, one large immaculately-feathered guy I like to call ‘Walter’ and his ever-present, ever-faithful second-in-command: Dave. Dave is much smaller, darker and slimmer in stature. He checks out the neighbourhood nervously while Walter crams vast amounts of feed in greedily. Over the weeks I’ve noticed these two becoming bolder in their approach to feeding, no longer waiting until I go in. No, now they have taken to coming down while I stand there. I’m convinced they have cottoned on craftily to the fact the others are not so ready to follow suit. It has advanced to the point when I shake their container and call “come on!!!!” they swoop down from their lofty watching perch upon the roof. This, though, is changing rather rapidly, as others are becoming more settled with me. Freckles, Olive, Colin, Red have taken to joining them, and I must confess, I look forward to these daily interactions with my band of feathery friends. It enhances each day. We have become co-dependant. I’m aware to some these beautiful, harmless creatures are considered vermin. I’ve even heard them called Sky Rats and far, far worse. I’m aware their numbers grow yearly, but they are living, breathing, intelligent beings. I know some believe they carry disease, but then so do other birds. And, considering pigeon fanciers are responsible for their very existence in the first instance and taking into account also their usefulness during both 1st and 2nd world wars, the joy brought about by feeding them is priceless. I know they make a big difference to many, not just myself. Well folks… from Walter, Dave, Colin, Red, Freckles, Olive and me… take care of yourselves.💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦

It was just before Christmas I decided in my somewhat infinite wisdom to finally give in and buy myself a printer, a very timely black Friday Amazon offer also finally sealed the deal… I settled my mind on a HP product. I’ve little to no tech knowledge, so it’s more that I had recognised the branding than anything😁,. It was only after I hit the buy it now button though that the real panic began to set in,. in the past I had always relied on either of my son’s to set up anything computer related, I know enough to be dangerous but that’s my limitation I’m afraid, it is self doubt and know how that stops me trying more by myself…the printer in question is blue tooth, that part I’ve no issue with, learning over the years by living alone plus much trial and error😁, more error though really.

I was dreading it’s arrival more than looked forward to it, I must confess, just the thought all those wires,(turns out there was only one) finding where ink cartridges go,which side where, getting it out its box in one piece even 😁, No this wasn’t my idea of fun,,Your asking so why get one at all then Theresa, good question?, Well in the past I’ve had to trawl pages of information trying to find local places that will print documentation for me…..not driving this then involved a cab ride, or relying on my friend Debbie to get there, when I arrived I would become tongue tied as to what was required how many copies and so forth, the person doing it would roll their eyes impatiently hands on hips, which would only serve to make me yet more anxious if anything, . Plus I like to take photos quite a lot and have had this fancy for some time now of how I would like to fill these white bland walls with their images, especially those of my dogs, (who are sadly no longer around).

If this was in fact to come about, I would indeed need to put aside my techno phobia and all self doubt… would also have to step up to the mark and embrace all things gadget, after all they are here to make our lives easier right?😁, .

It actually arrived well before Christmas, but I just couldn’t get my head around the holiday season, visiting my sons, being outside amongst my fellow humans and technology all at the same time….far to much for my brain to take in all at once., So I gave myself a get out of goal free card, deciding that after Christmas would be more than soon enough Thank You very much(I really am bad at putting off anything I’m not comfortable with). After I took the last of the decorations down, packed them up, the box in the corner of the living room would be silenced no more…it had at this point glared at me accusingly many times…I was also frustrated with myself, It surely would come with full instructions, I can read ….so where was the problem….the actual problem lay with lack of confidence…I don’t just lack, there’s none, not something you can knock next door and ask to borrow a cup of either…although the thought had crossed my mind….(not borrowing confidence😁, asking the guy next door whose into all things computing, for assistance. But this galled me, I should be able to do this for myself….I try so hard to be independent

I had put it off quite long enough by the end of last week, after moving the box yet once more to Hoover under, I knew the time had come, ….making a coffee, because this didn’t only require thought, I needed caffeine infusing my little grey cells, fortication, let’s face it I needed all the help I could muster..First step open the box!, Well that much went well, 😁, And there laying on top was a tomb of instructions…massive booklets, and they have pictures, itemized and everything, big easy to follow diagrams😁🤔, I gave it a quick flick through and decide that’s all quite enough for one day…do want to get too ambitious.

Next day I find out its plug, easy sorted, Its soon situated upon my dual purpose chest of drawers/desk thingy, it sits along with my note books, desk organiser and all my other accoutrements, looking quite professional😁, now for that big bravery test….blue tooth the printer to my Lenovo laptop….bad enough I’m still intimidated by the fancy laptop, but now here’s a printer to contend with….I find out straight away where the ink cartridges fit…after checking not once but in fact three times they are in the right place, I already know this is not going to be a simple task….I move on, once again I follow the diagrams, step by painful step. Checking And re checking, my confidence begins to grow..I actually understand what I’m asked to do….

It was all going so well,

I tapped away on the keys of my laptop, following the process, giving it the required information, make, model etc, yes I muttered away to myself and it, assuring us both, I had infact turned the printer on…the big blue flashing button blinked away over the other side of the room…then it happened….sighs, right across my laptop screen came there’s a corrupt file or some such nonsense….who corrupted it I ask no one in particular?, When I find them their in big trouble….it wants me to call or go into chat with tech support…..I am not amused, I hate phones, and chatting with someone I’ve never met amused me far less….but out of the two, it’s by far the less of two evils….ok let’s do this….

I type away to Alyssa, remembering my manners I introduce myself, give a brief history of the issue at hand, And beg her patience as my terminology may or may not be correct or in fact make actual sense even…she tries her best to reassure me, I for my part am not so confident though…she has never dealt with such as myself before….between us we re-follow the steps taken again…only for the big shouty words Corrupt file to appear again….Alyssa tells me I need to call up tech support, I’m immediately not happy….what if they ask me to do grown up tech stuff, download things, find files, nope I can’t do this…I panic!!!!, Doubts, fears, go into overdrive…

But I find myself taping the phones keypad before I can give into it …almost immediately a male voice tells me his names Alex, I explain our issue, and here’s where I make my next mistake….I tell him nervously that I’m really not good with technology, so pleased explain slowly, then explain again….he tells me kindly not to worry, we will manage some how. I’m not sure I share his confidence😁 , but I follow his instructions, he tells me we are going to open a shared window, so he can take over remotely….I’ve no clue what Alex is going on about but do as asked…..before I know it there’s an arrow darting back and forth across my screen, clicking things at the speed of light🤔, I sit back and watch fascinated…..

He asks is the printer turned on….the blue lights still merrily flashing away to itself…least this is working 😁. He goes silent the arrow still flashing from page to page…when he finally speaks, it’s to inform me the laptop has these things called Trojans….I’m unsure what in fact a Trojan is, but I don’t want them rampaging about my laptop that’s for sure….Alex explains I’ve no antivirus software …….not only on the laptop, but my phone, tablets, even Mifi…….I’m listening intently, then all of a sudden my nerves subside and anger kicks in….hang on a cotton picking minute….I re run swiftly over the conversation I had with my Son Andrew, when he gave me the laptop last year….I was sure he mentioned he had loaded a form of anti virus…..And Andrew being Andrew ever cautious, I knew he would do this as a matter of course, I also knew I had purchased this when I bought my phone, the tablets are Amazon fires, both have protection, as does the Mifi… Alex not realising I was going over things quicker in my memory than my laptop could, then came back with another Gem of information, him and his team of techs, could for a small monthly fee install antivirus software for me, I really needed it apparently as everything including my banking app was at risk…..

Anger now welled up inside me, I know I have issues with anything that’s unfamiliar to me, and I’m in some ways vulnerable, but I do know a sales pitch when I hear it…I’m fuming, I hate this feeling that I’m not in control of the situation, I feel alone ….but then a far off voice within, speaks for me, ” I think I’m going to leave it Alex, I’m sure I have antivirus , in fact I know I do” ….I speak to my Son and ask his advice ….I put down the phone before I say more than I have, more than no want to…..

My son took all of five minutes to have my problem sorted, now my printer is up and running ….it turns out there’s no warrior Trojans running lose and free about any of my gadgets, my antivirus is firmly in place as it always was until someone had turned it off, I’ve no idea how you would go about this never mind do it😁, there is only one conclusion to this be careful with these things, I could so easily have signed myself up for a years contract for no reason…it’s easily done, if in doubt folks check it out….worse comes to the worst you can always get back in touch…..just be careful out there. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

it was one Weird wet and wild Wednesday

I had been awake most of the previous night doing the two cover shuffle,(you all by now know the one) starts both covers on, covered right up to my neck, covers off, one cover on, feet hanging out the bottom, half a cover on, and so it goes on throughout most of the night or indeed until I’m far too exhausted to even care anymore, normally this is around 5am mark, by laying there awake though I have had an opportunity to quietly listening to the rain outside fall, its rhythmically soft pattering beats against my windows, it’s almost hypnotic in tone, that balm to my by now over fractious nerves, wind howls around the flat, whipping up anything in its wake, only for it to land back down someplace else with a loud clatter, I find though I don’t mind this, strangely it is in fact somewhat of a comfort.

I finally give up on even trying to sleep as is my won’t to do.(often), laying there trying only frustrates me even more, I normally get up and find something to occupy the extra hours, like cleaning the kitchen, bathroom, whatever. anything but clock watch..sometimes though I do lay back down and drift in and out of sleep while I’m supposed to be watching some programme or another😁….that afternoon while i write, a voice from my phone breaks the companionable silence, and it’s of course Jesse informing me, “by the way, your air fryer is coming Friday” …..I look up from my tablet, ” my what’s what’s coming when? “. This is news to me…..

I should fill you in on a few things here….if ever either one of us will mention we are thinking of getting, or like something….the other will sneak off quietly to Amazon and order it…I had been watching Jesse use his Airfryer, for a few weeks now, and have liked the resulting food, it’s kind of like magic …you shove something in a drawerthingy…press beepy buttons, do this pre wash I mean pre heat wotsit…And ten minutes later or there abouts ping and tahdah!!!!!!!!, Golden brown cooked gorgeousness, I’m thinking aloud one day to myself, I really should invest in one of my own….my mistake there is I said it aloud 😁, Anyway I admit I was somewhat taken aback, but it’s the kinda sweet thing Jesse does…

Friday morning

Im also expecting deliveries, and of course Thursday night’s the one night of the week my body decides it needs to sleep,lots of bloody sleep, it’s not to be just light sleep either, it’s that kind where your neighbours could be jackhammering down partitioning walls next door and you don’t budge, marching bands can practice outside your window, and your still being the sleepy percussion section all on your ownsome😁…., I finally stir though, eyes flicker open enough for me to realise it is in fact a new day or morning!!!!!!, Just as my still sleep infused brain tries hard to process this information, I hear a dim and distant ringing in my ears, firstly I lay in wait for it to dissipate(no one like ringing in the ears)….but it doesnt, no instead it just grows louder and more insistent, finally it dawn’s on me, someone’s at my door!. Damn….this means my usual rush about, finding trousers, door keys…and my use of the English language.. I have to string real words together….I would say make sense but ermmmm, Anyhow by now I’ve one foot inside the leg of my trousers, trying to grab the keys, looking out of the window at one very bemused postie,. But by the time I get somewhat halfway decently dressed, unlock the door…it’s to see his back walking away..now I’m confused, doesn’t take much folks, especially BC……before coffee.

Turns out, hes made a mistake, he was meant to go next door, sigh!, I go make a coffee, and decide lazily to go drink it in bed, while watching an episode of my latest Prime video addiction….I lay warm and snuggled deep in my pile of covers,… just got passed the recap, music begins…..there’s that blasted ringing again….I listen for a moment in vein hope it will go away 😁, but it doesnt unfortunately, luckily for myself though I do still have trousers on this time, I get to the door to find a very apologetic electrician stood there, tool box in hand(down ladies this is not, I repeat not!!!! A euphemism, false alarm) …he looks across to my neighbours house, nodding in their general direction, ” sorry love I’m meant to knock there” ….I mutter something under my breath about it being ok, well it is still before BC….didn’t get chance to even get a sip of my coffee as of yet….

I make my way grumpily back to bed, lay down, relaxing, about to enjoy my still warm drink before it goes cold, when you,’ll never believe this! 😁, the door goes…….by now I’m taking this personally, (is there a large queue of various people just hiding round the corner waiting for me to go back to bed) I frustratedly fling back my covers, my face like thunder, I wrench open my door, a delivery lady stands there…I think she’s even now picked up on my foul mood, I’m rarely moody as a rule, unless it’s before I’ve had chance to wake up and I’m expected to people!!!!!😁…..it could only happen to me, she was meant to go to another address….I mean once is one thing, twice is a coincidence, three times I mean really !!!

I have decided to give up on ever having a leisurely coffee in bed ever again!!, mostly because the coffee I made earlier is of course cold(I hate cold coffee). I wash, get ready for the day at hand, make yet another coffee, I at least still have the awaited airfryer to look forward too right?!!!!, I confess I was excited, looking forward to air frying anything that didn’t move lol…..

Airfrying…

It arrived, ……..by late that afternoon the delivery guy stood weighed down by this enormous box…wasn’t even sure if it actually was a guy, maybe its box on legs😁….the box bit mumbled something from his hiding place….I presume it was about it being for me…..I take it off his hands, relieved all at once that it was nowhere near as heavy as it looked, And more so that there’s a whole person now stood there, not just a pair of discombobulated legs…..I mumble a thank you from behind my new look box body….

Before I can do anything more, I have to tackle the grand opening of ” The box”….I do declare this thing was nearly as big as my living room, although this is not hard really, But I sit where I can now find an available spot left….puzzled?!, One: should I get out my best permanent marker, draw Windows and a door on this thing and move in…two :Jesse’s air fryer was never this size, I’m amost sure of it, three: where the blooming Nora am I going to put it, my kitchen being smaller than most people’s beds……I scratch my head, then begin the serious business of unpacking the monster…..

After a few choice words, (not any my mum would be proud of I hasten to add) one broken pair of scissors, two broken nails…..I finally get into the blooming box, well actually I thought I had….because low and behold underneath there is yet another box…..I sit getting my breath back before beginning the next endeavour…armed with one side of the now broken scissors……(if it’s broken in half, I have to wondered is that now become a scissor hmmmmm😁, … Very soon have it undone, unpacked and the prized airfryer, sits upon the floor while I’m left panting for air…..with some relief I see it’s nowhere near the actual size of its boxes 😁, I find it’s instructions out,. first line though I swear is a sarcastic unpack your airfryer!!!!!, What does it think I’ve been doing for the last half hour?, I carry on hoping to come across some insightful or at least useful information…..only for it to demand that I get to know my new airfryer….no I’m not kidding either, its what it said in big bold letters…🤔, (so clearing a spot on the sofa, lay down comfy and tell it all about myself,. I actually felt quite good after, it was like many of my early counselling sessions….😁,

I eventually found room for it on the only counter space left, that evening I look forward to making my first meal, well ok a plate of chips 😁, I’ve kind of got to grips with the do,s and donts, whys and where fors..it’s like getting to grips with any new gadget, all takes time…I’ve used it a few times now and in the beginning I was a little nervous, but on the whole I like the way it cooks, chips are crisp and golden, the chicken golden outside but moist and tender…the future relationship with me and my Vortex air fryer looks brilliant…it won’t be long before we are producing many a passable meal together, stay well and safe folks ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤.

On waking yesterday, I was already well aware that we were well on our way to embarking on yet another year…I had no great plans nor celebrations in mind, just a slow relaxed slide into 2023, (first time of writing that😁, now see if I can remember it later)..myself and Jesse had however planned to cook together, both buying a steak, frozen oven Steak chips, mushrooms, green beans etcetera, ….I admit I rarely buy steak for myself, let alone a decent cut, last night was though to be the exception, we had so looked forward to the feast all week,(that’s always the best bit isn’t it the anticipation, looking forward to our culinary delights our cooking skills have improved leaps and bounds over the years) ….but I have to confess here…what I was really looking forward to were those Chips(fries). I had avoided carbs since last April. So was drooling at just the Mere thought….

In the knowledge of this very thing, I had made the decision I wouldn’t eat anything during that day, (choosing instead to save up those calories like an excited child saving pocket money. My stomach growled several times throughout that day with protest, but I held it at bay, with three large mugs of steaming coffee and the promise of those thick cut golden crispy chips, the day seemed to go on forever, but we finally gave into the call of hunger around 7pm …I could hold out not a moment more…my insides gnawed at me with hunger, So the cooking process finally began in earnest…

Sheer Gluttony…..

Only problem with cooking when your stomach is doing it’s best grizzly bear impressions, is you tend to a wee bit crazy and portion control or there lack of goes straight out the window…..after cooking the steak to perfection I left it to rest in foil while I set about the prized chips, (oh that smell as I opened the bag, all that starchy, greasy, carb filled goodness, I swear it was all I could do to not give in to temptation and shove a frozen chip straight in my mouth there and then..my hand strayed with a chip betwixt to fingers nearer and nearer my waiting mouth…I was valiant, a warrior…and fought back those tempting potato morsels…reluctantly confining them on their baking sheet to my waiting oven…the countdown began 😋😁.

I tried every kind of distraction, while the wait went on, and on, and on…..it was indeed the longest twenty minutes in my lifetime … I paced restlessly, doing chores that really didn’t require my immediate attention, like hanging up a large courtyard scene picture I had been bought for Christmas by Jesse,(it looks beautiful after all said and done, but in truth there had been no hurry, I just wanted to fill time., Jesse filled time bustling about his kitchen, cleaning and tripping over his large slumbering ginger cat…talking away to the dog…both our minds on one thing though…Chips!!!!!!!!

At last my oven pinged, I rushed out to the kitchen…the glorious warm smells assaulted my nostrils all at once….I was going to have food at long last…and no matter what I was going to enjoy it!!!!!, I had over estimated the chips, (well it had as I said been a while, and I was making up for lost time. As I shuffled them eagerly off the baking sheet into my plate, I saw just how overboard I had gone, the chips barely fitting my dinner plate…let alone the steak, beans and mushrooms.😁😁😁😁😁😁, that plate groaned with its contents, but I did not by now care a jot, because I had chips !!!!!!!!!.

I think In all I did my meal justice, despite its size and magnitude,😁😁😁😁😁, my stomach by now growling for a whole different reason I settled in for the new years eve night, listening to the premature explosions of early lit fireworks, loud crackles, bangs and whistles only broken up by a far off neighbouring party…Gangnam style carried across by the last prevailing winds of 2022, on the whole though our little Cul De Sac remained dark, untouched by surrounding celebration…..I was saddened somewhat remembering those far off heady days of my childhood.

New years Eve had been a big deal in my section of Essex in the early 70s, it’s was the one and only night we were allowed up passed 8pm,….Houses all lit up all over the neighbourhood , front doors stood open wide, welcoming exuberant party goers, some stood around glasses in hand, leaning none to soberly against anything near to hold the aloft, shouts of greetings, smell of cigarettes, stale beer filled the air, badly sung songs, half the words slurred or amiss would have made Suzi Quattro shudder or smile 😁,

But always just before 12, silence earily fell, music stopped, until shouts of the countdown began…..five, four, three, two, one!!!!!, An explosion of activity hit our street, neighbours both young and old stood at their gates, boats on the Thames horns blaring signalling it was midnight, it was time, then hand held bells rang out, saucepan lids clashing together, football clackers, tin whistles, anything you could lay your hands on to make noise….dogs merrily joined in with their owners excitement….children ran out pyjama clad up and down with friends…neighbours shouted across to one another…. “Happy New year Mrs clark”, “Happy New year Beaty”, !!!!!, my own mother shouting “quick open up the front Door wide let in the new year..back door by now already propped open to let out the old….we shivered in the chill of the dying minutes of that last December night, but no one cared as such it was a magical night filled with excitement…..Some filled also with Harvey’s Bristol cream Sherry😁,

When I compared this to the year just past…it’s with some sadness I admit, no one came out to welcome in the new year…loudness of firework the exception, the bells have all fallen silent, whistles, saucepan lids firmly confined to their pans, no distant hooting from boats on the Thames…calls to neighbours, mainly because half of us no longer know each other…now we text!…..we send our silent Gifs to our Facebook friends, watch celebrations on tv either with one another or alone….long gone days and tradition no more, hauntingly silenced by technology…. This said however you saw in your new years folks, I wish your 2023, to be the best of years, filled with hope, promise, happiness and prosperity…in all I wish you peace and love ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

It has been a somewhat strange Christmas, (most of mine are though😁), the last two days running up to the big event, have been besieged with intermittent rainy weather, either that or dull,dingy add a tad misty rain, only to be followed by down, dirty and torrential … Yesterday(Christmas eve) saw a whole different day, one for the better I may add..The sky was a glorious cloudless blue, Sun shone, plus the chill had left the air, very mild .. great for those of us who had last minute shopping to do, presents to buy ect….I though took refuge from all the rush in my flat..I was if I’m honest determined to take it easy, the presents wrapped and under my loved ones trees, they I thought can have the mess of wrappings tomorrow😁, food shopping was completed weeks ago, so yes I felt justified in taking a day for myself…that’s my gift to me…

In the week I went round to see my sons, it doesn’t happen nowhere near as often as I would like…I enjoy their company immensely, we share a very similar humour, And are never stuck for talk( think that’s me though, I could talk the hind legs off a human, explains much😁…..but it was the most happy couple of hours…Coffee flowed, so did the laughter….I was just sorry for my friend Debbies little car, I had piled high the back seat with gifts, 😁😁😁😁😁😁, . On our way back home the same little car with a mind of its own swerved into the nearest pub carpark….(well what were we to do🤔, seemed rude not to oblige…..😁

Embarrassing poor Debbie,there I sat in my best bad Christmas jumper, crocheted Christmas hat trying hard to not look conspicuous😁, not sure I managed it very well though….. Both ravenous by this time, neither having eaten anything that day, …Deciding quickly food was the order was the order of the day….Debbie being a responsible driver and the only adult amongst us had fruit juice, I on the other hand opted for a pint of my favourite lager…(love Budweiser. Rarely drinking these days but if I do, this is my tipple of choice….we had a lovely hour, chatting away over our dinner of Gammon steaks and chips…typical pub grub, but the establishment was bright, cheerful, clean and warm, even more importantly our food was served hot, really well presented, delicious and best of all reasonably priced…..

It hard for me to settle while out in public,( with I may add good reason) but for once wether it was the company I kept, the one single beer I imbibed in or I was swept up in the cheerful atmosphere, I stopped scanning the area for ghost of my past….I relaxed totally, looking around at my fellow diners, enjoying a long ago favourite hobby, (people watching). Blue lights sparkled in icicle droplet form at the bay windows, flashing intermittently to frighten away the dark cool misty night, a large well decorated tree did likewise welcoming its visitors, like a greeter, ..

I was torn between wanting to come back and be just myself and Jesse as is our Norm, or stay longer in amongst the warmth, light and merry sudden outbreaks of joyful laughter, But I knew that was selfish, I had taken up enough of her day already so we head off home….buzzing still with the joys of finding such a lovely place to finish our day….when we reached home, we exchanged gifts, wishing each other a happy Christmas, ..it already had become much happier thanks to that day…….

Back Inside my flat, I turned on the lights of my small white Christmas tree, plus the ones recently placed in the livingroom window, their glowing warmth making it home at once, …..the silence though at once unnerving me, Jesse wether sensing this or just being pleased that I had enjoyed my rare day out, filled the breach, and once more my tiny flat rang out with our chatter and laughter …..this day had indeed made it a merry Christmas, not because of the solitary beer, the bright lights, good food, presents……but because of the company I had kept…. Jesse, family and friends, they made it the best Christmas…….I wish you all, what ever your doing a merry Christmas, whether the actual day is spent alone as I will be doing or in the company of those you love…..have the best day and may it bring much joy, love and laughter to you and yours ❤🌲❤

The cold weather snap has finally eased back from its furious roar!!!!!!, To a somewhat dull mew!, …those icy blasts that stole away your very breath, freezing everything with even a degree of moisture in its path, has at least for now returned to the North pole, .it was wonderful today to see the sun bright in its orbit, making my living room, not only cheerful but a degree or so warmer in its wake, I also felt instantly better.

The tiny Gem Christmas tree decorations I had painstakingly made during long wakeful nights Gleemed, sparkled and shimmered delightfully in the Sun’s rays… people outside were once again smiling, as I found myself doing too….So while in a somewhat good mood, I had decided to tackle the present wrapping….must have been a moment’s madness!

I love everything about Christmas, it fills me with a childlike wonder, excitement,. I can barely contain myself until the first of December rolls around, then I can at last decorate the tree, switch on colourful lights that chase away the gloom of long winter nights, Candles flicker in their glass holders sending a warm scent and Amber glow…..I fill my ears with carols, my cupboard with delicious food, I’ve sent out the cards…it’s all a glorious rush of crazed activity and I start weeks before, but there is just one thing that drives me crazy…..it’s wrapping presents!!!!!!!!.

I love buying for people don’t get me wrong, I get the biggest kick from it, even more so than actually getting a present….But You know how some really annoying people can exquisitely gift wrap……not just wrap it up hurridly any old how…..but make it a shining ribbon bedecked work of art…perfect corners, lovely hand written tags, and beautiful big silky colourful bows…..well I’m not one of those…

I start off with such good intentions, buying cheerful wrapping paper, tags, tape…oh yes I can see those perfect presents sat under my tree, waiting proudly to give to them on the big day…I watch you tube videos, read articles in glossy magazine,s…and these grinning little Santa’s helpers make it all look so simple,(bah humbug!)….they chat away so overly cheerful about colourful tapes, adding tissue paper, baubles, bangles and sodding bows, it’s all a ploy I tell yah, they grin with deceit and deception…..it’s there to make us mere mortals feel inadequate, unimaginative, yes I’ve figured them all out, and I’m not fooling for it this year ohhhhh no🤔…..

I manage somewhat stiffly to sit myself on the livingroom floor, there’s a patch of warm sun with my name on it….I had previously placed, two large rolls of wrapping paper there already, three rolls of tape, string, gold tie, gift tags, even the pen….. My coffee is on the table beside me and I’m ready to get all creative and stuff….I unwrap the shrink wrap film of plastic off the first roll of wrapping(ewww it’s going well)….the paper is covered in jolly santas, red nosed reindeer,striped signs showing the way to the north pole…it’s cheerful, colourful but I swear that blooming Santa is already laughing at me..😁,

Guesstimating wildly about the length needed, I unfurl it, it’s right about now as I feel about me for my orange handled scissors, I look up and see them where I had left them just minutes before, on the sofa, the sunlight plays upon their sharp metal blades, I feel mocked, and now I know i have two choices, either get back up off the floor and go and retrieve the little shhhhh dears!😁, or crawl on all fours over there…really theres no choice, I ungainly begin crawling…..

Scissors found, I cut a long length off the first roll, then place the gift in the centre of the paper, now gently pulling over side A to tuck it under side B, I try to cover the article…it starts out ok, I manage these first steps, wisely deciding against doing the complicated fan pattern or the pleated edges, opting instead for just covering the box as best as possible, as I get one side taped up, the other side unfurls, then the tape decides not to co operate, I can no longer find the end,. I try with the other tape, it lets me pull a tiny stamp sized piece before frustratingly ripping…….I then try the third, this begins well enough but decided it too didn’t want to play, twisting and sticking to everything but the paper …..I curse loudly….this issss I realise not the Christmas spirit…

Eventually after several more failed attempts, I have somewhat successfully or is that unsuccessfully wrapped most of the gifts, I’m panting, eyes wide and starring at the pile of ruined failed attempt paper strewn across my carpet, tape balls blew like Tumble weeds, and I’m leaning my aching back against the sofa, looking about me fearfully in case more presents appear from somewhere under the wreckage, I’ve paper cuts across my fingers, bits of left over string everywhere, and not one present wrapped as beautifully as I had imagined just hours previous…..

But they are at least covered, I sigh deeply, somewhat satisfied, it’s over for yet another year…I can rest easy, they may not look like on youtube, the tv or those magazines, but I did upmost best, all wrapped with someone I love kept in mind, and I love seeing them there, reminders of when my children were just that….the days their over excited mother would wake them at 4 am to unwrap the presents, or play out in the first falling of winters snow….as I began this, so shall I end ….I love Christmas, but gift wrapping not so much 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁, Merry Christmas to you and yours, may your days all be merry and bright and your present wrapping go unlike mine go right!!!!!!!!!!!!!😁🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄

Its official, winter is upon us for real, not just here though,oh no, but just as our summer was filled with unrepentant heat….Winter will have her turn, For weeks now we have had thick bone chilling fog, frosts, or rain.. And today was to be no exception to that rule,. I suppose in a way we were somewhat lucky ….it had gone from minus 5 in the night to a balmy minus 2 by day.. …. waking up I looked out onto a very very different world indeed, different in every way, but also breathtakingly beautiful,

The sky cloudless, a brilliant cobalt blue, the sun trying it’s best to convince me it was nowhere near as cold as the overly excited weather man had related just moments previously,. Even though I had spent the night shivering under numerous fleece blankets, dressed up for a polar expedition, (doing the layers we advised to do by so called experts), so it’s not as if the evidence wasnt there in the offing,. I swallowed down my first coffee, it was infact still scalding(but you have to be in love with that very first cup of the day), hugging my mug closely, in my still cold hands to make the most of its warmth,(in these temperature,s though this is but a passing comfort…Dressing isn’t only a routine now, it’s a must……

I immediately go out into the garden to feed the birds, in the full knowledge if I’m cold in here, then logic tells me the birds must be almost frozen to their perchs, poor wee things, little feathers all fluffed up in vain hopes of trapping air close to their bodies….Ive taken to going out with my kettle full of hot water to defrost the solid barrier of ice, preventing them from being able to drink, it’s become an integral part of my morning ritual now and one despite the bitter cold, I’m more than up for this, it not only warms their water just slightly, I also adore the delicious sound of it crackling with the hot waters first impact….

In those few moments out doors, I look about me in a childish wonder, every tree, twig, and blade of grass is covered in a glorious white icy coating….shining beautifully in the watery sunlight, I’m enamoured with this natural wonder at once, ….And before I know it, I’m throwing on my hoodie, trainers and grabbing keys plus phone…..I don’t give myself much time to think this through, or talk myself out of a rather hastily made decision, (which maybe on reflection would have indeed been wise)…before I know it I’m out the door, hardly dressed for the occasion I might add(I don’t as yet own a coat or jacket even, the icy chilling cold air is soon invading my clothes, indeed within minutes my ears hurt, face aching and my lungs are on fire, seems residual scarring from Covid is still making itself boringly known….

Even with all these rather unpleasant sensations, i am I admit freely, still very blindly awestruck by this wintry white new world, unsure where to look first, My phone is out of my pocket and with somewhat shaking hands I’m taking pictures, one after another……trees decorated with sparkling white dust, their normally naked black branches reaching up like they clamour for what little warmth the sun offers. Every grass blade without exception sparkling and crisp under foot, I love the crunch sound as I walk with childish deliberation leaving footprints in my wake..,…I had though only been out some 15 minutes or so when I begin to find the chill intolerably, seems fleece hoodies are little barrier to Jack frosts searching fingers, my face whipped by freezing winds, felt tight and sore, my lips numb ….despite loving my walk, I soon had little choice but to return back home again, as cold as I had felt indoors, it was nothing compared being outside in minus temperatures, my heart goes out to anyone living rough right now, it has to be unbearable and soul destroying, for both humans and pets alike.

Back home….

For some unknown reason this year I’ve struggled with gift choosing for my loved ones,very aware that if they want something they mainly buy it for themselves..but after three weeks of frenzied playing Santa’s big helper, I have finally got to a point that I’m semi happy with…apologies family if it’s not you …

Since late October, I have started doing those Diamond painting pictures…If you’ve seen them and been tempted dont!!!!!!, No really those tiny little glittery Gems that tempt us with their twinkling are devil’s demons…..They break free without a moment’s hesitation…..one night, (well actually in reality it was 3am, I sat in my icy living room, donned in my best Christmas apparel….shorts and t shirt, back bent over my coffee table doing one painstakingly Gem at a time, working on a Christmas card….See let’s go back a bit, so I can fill you in more on this demonic delight of a hobby…

It all looked so restful on youtube…delightful ladies smiling excitedly, such happy voices, making it look oh so easy to not be fooled….I was reeled in hook line and sinker….(sucker!!!!).After watching a few videos I rushed onto Amazon as one does😁, I ordered a diamond picture,diamond Christmas cards, diamond Christmas tree decorations, diamond keyrings, I went demonically diamond crazy….I was excited beyond belief, finally a hobby I could do, not just do though but it would help me relax…..unlike the year we were all talked into colouring those tiny pictures in adult colouring books, it was going to be oh so calming, mindful and I would be filled to the brim with Zenfulness(that an actual word even do we think?), I bought every type of pencil, glitter pen known to mankind….as each new colouring book appeared on the shelf, I grabbed it in desperate search the promised land of calm….ahem! Did they actually try staying in those tiny overly complicated lines…..nooooo!!!!! Well let me tell you I did, if anything I was far from a picture of calmness, the air was blue with a foreign tongue, as pencil after pencil, and books flew lethaly across the room…😃

Any way I digress as usual, I was excited on the expected arrival date of my diamond parcels, I could not wait to get started, …looking forward to relaxing with this new jewel of a hobby….when it did arrive though, it turned up in the most massive box, I was I must say somewhat taken aback…but tore into it excitedly, here i was on day one of my brand new hobby…..

It begins………

So what you get…..a picture, of course 😁, which is covered in a layer of clear protective plastic film, as the entire picture is coated in a layer of adhesive. You get a pink pen like applicator…(This already does not bode well, blooming pink!, It’s a sign)…..Then there’s a tiny green tray like thingy, more pink in the form of an inch square of glue or wax depending where your from, last but by no means least, pack upon tiny pack of coloured gems…..these quickly became my enemy number one…..I peeled back the plastic barrier with a nervous trepidation, opening a first pack of the minute plastic gems then pouring out a tiny amount of the colour I chose (now take into account this things come with absolutely no instructions….ok it’s not rocket science folks….but trying to match up the packet number with the equally tiny numbers on the picture isn’t always easy, some don’t actually have numbers choosing instead to confuse their customers with letters…..but not to be put off, I stayed with it until I figured this out, I was indeed determined…..

Another thing I soon learnt to my cost, is once you open one of these small packet gem prison,s ……these gems are just itching to break free…..And they do so spectacularly….within an hour I had gems everywhere, days after starting, I suddenly sneezed, the green tray in my left hand jumped uncontrollably sending those precious little dears everywhere, over me, over my table, floor and anywhere on the picture but where they are supposed to go, (remember now that adhesive coating, oh how I do) I spent two whole days with teeth gritted painfully picking off each gem with my nails…..this was not quite how I imagined this going, I did not look happy, relaxed and filled with joy like those sweet ladies on youtube……no instead Jesse was faced daily with a head spining, foaming at the mouth, swearing like a Navvy madwoman……(ok hun madder even than usual 😁….

I soon became rapidly aware the art of Diamond painting is not to be sneezed at😁😁😁😁😁😁😁, it’s hard graft, takes unlimited patience, which I’m not sure I posses,….sitting sticking one tiny gem at a time, when there’s thousands…..And those Gems are out to get you!, No they are seriously, ……I’ve got them everywhere, one whole packet of white ones broke free one night spiralling over my green shaggy rug….(you ever tried retrieving tiny plastic particle,s from a long piled rug……I did for seconds, just seconds too…..then opting to leave them instead exactly where they landed, for days even after I had vacuumed my carpet looked like I had the first ever indoors frost.(I mean it is cold enough but this wasn’t funny, the tiny sparkling gems twinkled under the light, almost as if mocking me……I’m now doing my best to ignore them…..it’s not working out well, it’s become a vendetta…..

Battle Glittery gem line drawn in my carpet, I spent a whole week last week doing the last of the diamond cards while listening to Swedish Nordic noirs, odd thing was I had far more of an understanding of what was happening on the programme than I did the card I worked on….😃, But I persevered, and ten cards are winging their way to their recipients…..excuse the mess folks 😁😁, but they were made with love, if not with a touch of madness thrown in…..shopping is finally completed, cards sent, tree is looking resplendent covered in its glass snowflakes and icicles, twinkling LEDs, red berries and baubles……as I pull tightly shut the thick curtain,s, closing off the darkness as well as the freezing chill, candles flicker…I warm, cozy and despite the diamond hell relaxed…..maybe this is what they mean, although I somehow doubt it folks……..stay warm, stay well and most of all look after yourselves…….💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎x

Since 2020 B.C.(Before Covid), I had been on one long up hill battle to improve my health,. Which on the whole I had been Successfully achieving…Over several months, managing to drop not just one but four clothe sizes(won’t say dress sizes, because as we all know, dresses are of course the devils own creation) , I was by then leaner, trimmer and much more active….it had been one hell of a journey, one I had in truth began on half hearted, at the very start…

Throughout adult hood I have made more than one attempt at some diet after another(this is the understatement of all time😁, maybe losing a few lbs here or there, but never anything significant or indeed permanent come to that…unbeknownst to myself each of these new fangled diets came with not only massive lists of do,s and donts, but a high price to my health along with my metabolism….Especially the worst of these, the 500 calories a day diet…(yeah I know🙄

Funnily enough this though was the easiest of diets for me as I rarely ate more than once per day anyhow, and that was on a good day….I ran it past my then Doctor, who actually approved of it, stating he only ate once daily also, plus my weight at the time was spiralling rapidly out of control….I hated even looking at myself, being honest I was disgusted and appalled at what I was fast becoming, turning my head the other way in total denial when I passed by either a Mirror or reflection. Thinking back on this now, I doubt I was in fact actually getting enough food, my body therefore hanging onto anything I did eat…..

But in November of 2018, my transformation began I earnest, I ditched Carbs(pasta,bread,potatoes,even cake😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮), then sugar, just this altered my whole way of eating…no longer craving sugary snacks after dinner, in fact no longer any cravings😮,. Instead opting to eat only lean meats, fish and vegetables…always cooking from scratch, no preservatives or ready made meals, i found this was easy to maintain, even long term….

Then in March 2020, I contracted Covid, like most I actually didn’t feel that bad throughout the virus itself…..but that was just to fool you into a false sense of security., I soon learnt that was a mistake, Soon many symptoms began creeping out of the woodwork…some quite minor and quickly got over, others more serious and indeed long term….one was the sheer and utter exhaustion, most of 20/21 were spent in bed…my body bloated and filled with fluid, I was so breathless that even walking to the post box on the corner of my street, robbed me of all my energy for the next two days…I hated this thing I was reduced too, then I felt ungrateful because ill or not I had been lucky to survive where many hadnt…

Laying in bed day after day, wasn’t only mind numbing, the lbs piled on ever more, I wasn’t eating much again by now and anything I attempted played havoc with my stomach…I became increasingly more isolated and depressed. One day I stood on a new set of digital scales after my shower, I was to be shocked just how much I did weigh though …..17st or 238lb, I curled up in a ball on the sofa and sobbed…it seemed so unfair, I was barely eating, nearly always on the verge of dehydration and little to no energy to take exercise,…….

By the time I had showered daily, made a coffee, I lay back down trying to recover for the next few hours, …I forced myself into this small nonsensical routine, but it’s all I had control of, no matter the cost, the pain and lack of breath I wasn’t going to give it up., some days I had to sit on an icy shower cubical floor, letting the water pour over me, not even the strength to wash…getting dried and dressed depleted me for that day….by then I had learnt all about long hauling….the hair falling out, my lungs burning if I walked anywhere, even just into another room, severe headaches, high temperatures nightly, chills by day, my stomach increasingly rejecting food…I grew weaker by the day, mostly laying upon my side staring at the wall…. I didn’t know how to help myself or if in fact I was beyond it…..that was then…..

From March 2020 my recovery has been slow, the first victory was vacuuming a tiny patch of my livingroom, before sitting on the sofa caked in sweat…..at first I fell into a deep depression, this was stupid!!!!!, I felt useless….but I had one thing going for me….I’m extremely pig headed……(you don’t believe I know😁), But if my minds set i am going to succeed, at any cost….I learnt to vacuum a small patch, sit a while regain my breath, then do a little more, this went on for weeks, I grew angry, frustrated at the futility of it all, but I also became even more determined….imagine the excitement when I managed to vacuum the whole of the livingroom…..I know to you this was boring, a nothing job, to me it was the equivalent of running the London marathon, climbing mount Everest, to me it was a massive victory over an invisible foe…

Still I had to learn more lessons….small victories come at a cost, the next day I would be exhausted again….so stubborn or no I gave in to it, I rested, The next day starting again, it was a new day….I rarely went out, not driving meant I had to walk….there also I had minor victories, some days after many starts and stops I managed the five minute walk to a local shop….I celebrated each small improvement to the utmost, figuring I didn’t believe I would survive, let alone see any recovery…..

It’s now two years on…..

I’m still fighting the good fight, my head falsely believing we are ok now and should be able to live “a relatively normal life” ..on the other hand my bodies just not ready to cooperate in this venture….there is good news though, since March of this year Ive decided to retry the No carb/no sugar diet, And I’m happy to report it’s going slow but it is happening for me…I’ve lost 54lb, as I say it’s slow and of course I always want it to be more, but i,’ll take what I can get, including smaller pants😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁, . It’s going to be one heck of a journey, one i know I’m not on alone, I’ve Jesse and my daughter cheering me on, saluting even a small loss, (and this is believe it or not of great importance, you really need that support of loved ones), there’s still a long way to go as yet,And a life of no cake for one such as a me isn’t always easy, but my goal makes it worth the sacrifice….if your on this same journey, I hope you drop by and we share our experiences, pitfalls, and wins….anything except cake……stay well, warm, and enjoy much……just stay away from anything that tastes good😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💜💜💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛x