I'm not sure whether or not I have put this photo on before, but it flatters us all. It's in a tea rooms in Tennessee. It isn't the one I had intended. In fact it was going to be my beautiful Orchid plant. I searched on my comp, an hour for it and finally realised it's still on my new phone, and I haven't worked out how to transfer it yet. OK, I have only had this phone just over a week, and I do love it, but not everything has sunk in yet.
I think the reason why I lost my last blog was because I messed it up changing a picture I had put on. I did manage to get the one I wanted on, but lost everthing else. So I'm leaving this one as it is.
I've just had a thought! There's 230 years of life on the picture. Not bad is it?
My friend sent me a comical vidio yesterday, It was a young woman singing about being over fifty. She has a hard time ahead if she is fifty, and the things she sang about are already happening to her. Especially having to wear waterproof panties. The three of us in that picture still have a way to go before we have to resort to them! I do remember though when I was around 15 years old, I thought if I lived to 30 I would be old, decrepid and ready to go. Don't go there kids! OK, I know 15 year olds won't be reading this. But the older I get, life has become more interesting, and adventures abound.
I haven't written any of what happend from my last blog. The first thing I wrote was about how it was the hottest day, that day, and how we were told on the news; we were going to have an Indian summer. Indian summer!!! The next day it was cool and these last few days have been awful and strange. Torrential rain, very high winds, then beautiful sunshine. Still, not as bad as a town in Cornwall. It had very large, and so many hail stones it looked like snow.
I wasn't very happy at the end of August, it was the anniversary of my most steadfast friend's death and it would have been his 80th birthday. My brother John always lived a long way from me and there were times when he drove me mad. He was a real hoarder, and apart from all my writing research, my philosophy is; if you don't find a use for it after a week, either give it away or bin it. Still, how ever far we were from each other; we were there when needed. He was my rock through thick and thin, and I miss him terribly.
I also wrote about my run out up the lakes. Do you know a man, who just does not hear what you say?
Now a short run without twisty roads and not too long, was what I agreed to when my friend asked if I wanted a run out. The short run was, up to Hardknott Pass and over the tops of that. Then Wryenose Pass was covered. On the top of there, some one had a minor acciden which closed the road. We had to spend almost an hour waiting for a breakdown van. It arrived to move the car, we then left in a convoy. By this time it was past three and I was hungry, yet travel sick. This sounds awful! I'm moaning about it, but loved the scenery and the run out. Just get car sick and could have taken something for it before we left. If he had only Iistened!
Anyway we proceeded to The Boot Inn, at Eskdale It is a lovely place, and the staff although busy made me a milky coffee immediatly, which helped to settle my tum. When we were ordering I thought I would settle for soup. No soup for me, it was home made minestrone and full of pasta as I am wheat free, I had a bowl of chips and they were honestly the best chips I've eaten in years. my friend said the soup which looked good, was excellent. We sat outside in the sun for over an hour; it was really pleasant, people were friendly and the staff were really helpful, they even served meals for dogs.
There was a small glass on the end of our table with some brown liquid in it. I was fascinated as there were a lot of wasps and not one bothered us. The glass of liquid though was surrounded by them and they were so drawn to the liquid they were standing on to of each other to get to it. It was carnage as they were drowning each other, and the bodies were stacking up. It wasn't very nice to see but without it the whole place would have been inundated with them. I thought it must be some sort of new wasp killer. What it was; was coke! Not the white stuff! The fizzy drink! I have never seen anything so addictive as it was to those wasps.
Well here I rambling on and it's time to say Bye.
Take care all and be happy.