As usual I am having a problem with putting a picture on. I thought I could put this one on further down where I have written about it. Guess you will be able to follow what I've written about it when you come to it. I was going to put a picture of our beautiful, Furness Abbey in the snow on here at the top. But no; it couldn't be that straight forward. When I put the pic of the Abbey on, it was way out of proportion. I so need an editor! Or perhaps a few lessons. I am going to send this without checking my grammar, If I make a few mistakes I know you'll forgive me.
I have written a little of this letter before this. So I am just going to start to tell you what happened to me this last weekend first. It really lifted my spirits. I have had a horrible January, as many other people say they have had. What with the crappy weather, illness and relationship problems. So many of my friends have been as glad I am to see January pass. I hope that if any of you have had similar you are all feeling more optimistic now that February is here The reason I’m telling you this is because when I’m down I can’t be cheerful and I don’t think any of you all want to hear my moaning.
This last weekend on Sunday the first of Feb, I had a day out to Manchester. A lovely writer friend asked me if I would like to go to meet a group of The Northern Writers there. ‘We went on the train. It was packed to capacity by the time we arrived, lots of people standing. It was Sunday! Which surely must be the quietest day of the week and they say they need more profit?’ Sorry I off on a tangent.
We met for a casual lunch at?? Ups sorry can’t remember the name of the very large book shop. It could be Cornerstones. If I start to look it up I will probably lose my thread. It had a great feeling, very cosmopolitan and good service.
I haven’t been writing for some time and started to feel who would want to read what I write? Then I met the nicest bunch of hard working writers there. They gave me so much support telling me to get on with it. In the nicest way! One young lady was coping with doing at least four different and very interesting jobs. They made me feel much more optimistic. So I'm going to finish my next 'Cos.
I thought I could put my picture here but as you already know I didn't manage it.
I have had to wait to find out off my Fibro friends if I could put this picture on. I think it is really lovely one of the some of the girls. (Girls! Well at my age they are all girls to me.) Such a grand bunch! This was our get together for our Christmas lunch. It’s a Jacobs’s feast and everyone made it special. We have it in Newton pub at Dalton. It was fine for the none drivers, as we could have a Christmas drink. I know I have said I don’t drink a much and have never liked cider but the fruit cider is so good. I could get hooked on it! Mind you I have never been able to drink more than two large glasses of wine on a night out.
Well I have taken today off to try to get rid of my head cold and to settle down to write to you all. Talk about procrastinate; It’s now 3pm and I’ve put my comp on again, and started to write this. It’s about the 5th time since I meant to start my writing. First I decided I had to fill the washer, feed the birds. Let my old man in for his drink and biscuits, and then of course he needed half an hour sitting on my knee, while I stroked his chin. Then just in case anyone called unexpectedly I had to make the bed, get my rubbish ready for collection tomorrow, wash the pots, and look at my messages of Fb. By then it was time to have lunch. Now I have to sign off until tomorrow as I’m still having problems with my eyes because of these darn steroids.
Good morning all, Yesterday morning when I got up all the fields, garden and hedges were pure white with ice. My bird bath was a complete block of ice, when I went out to fill my bird feeder; I had to pour a kettle of water onto it. It was the coldest night I have known in ten years. I couldn’t have walked down my hill to the sea and from what I could see from my window, I’m sure the edge of the sea was frozen. It was beautiful new painting to view from my warm home. But it must be really hard on the poor birds and animals.
This is the piece I started to write way over a week ago.
Well, we have had 50 to 60 miles an hour winds here on Walney Island this week. Today though when I woke up it was really quiet. It was around 8-30 and I was just making my bed when we had a long roll of thunder. I was surprised as it seemed really out of season. Then it seemed to be drizzling, which turned into a flurry of snow. I had just turned my washing machine on because I didn’t think today was a day to venture out. But by 9-30 it was light and bright. We have had about four seasons within the hour!
Back to now, I have listened to the weather forecast and seemingly there is going to be snow all over. Here I am sitting and looking out at a beautiful morning. It is so bright and sunny, although the bird bath was frozen again, it isn’t as cold as yesterday and the sea is really calm. Days like this make me feel so lucky to have this view, to be warm and not hungry.
I was just looking at my fb messages and an old friend has put a picture on about nylon and how far it has come. She mentioned the first nylon stockings we were able to buy. One of the boys in my street had been called up to do his two years in the army. He served his time in Germany and on his first leave was telling us girls about nylon stockings. As we had heard about them we really wanted a pair. Our stocking were still Lysle and although they had different thicknesses they were pretty ugly. Anyway he said he could buy us a pair and bring them back on his next leave, but they were one shilling and sixpence a pair. (Seven and a half pence.)I just have to have a pair and as I was fourteen and working I gave him the money. My pocket money was only, two shillings and sixpence and I had to save up for my clothes out of that. When I did get them, they were worth it though, I thought I was the cat’s whiskers! I think he bought them from an American soldier.
Thinking about the boys being conscripted at eighteen. I remember how they went in as boys but came out as young men. Some of them didn’t make it home though. My Husband lost his younger brother, he died in Egypt. It was a dreadful time for the family, his Mother and Father, were informed and told he had already been buried over there. They could do nothing about it then, and were never even given a proper explanation as to how he died. It was nineteen fifty three and there was still a lot of unrest in the world including Egypt. How things have changed and for the better in some ways now. No parent would ever be treated as my husband’s parents and many other families were now.
Time to say Bye. I hope all is well with you and take care everyone.