Put some cheerful pictures on before you read my moany blog.
I want to say I'm sorry not to have been on here for some time, and to thank you for being so loyal, as I can't believe this last month I have had over two thousand and six hundred people still pull my site up. When I’m down! I can never write my blog until I feel better, and I just try to keep as cheerful as I can on FB.
The fact is, usually I’m one of those cheerful types who does get on some 'never always happy' peoples nerves. In fact I sometimes get on my own nerves!
This has been a couple of difficult months. I know people don’t want to hear moans and groans. But right now I’m just going to say, I have been right miserable and sad, sad, sad. Just blame the pills!
I also lost my last blog, having broken my favourite comp! It seems after a couple of months trying to repair it, it has given up and going to comp heaven! ‘It was fine until all the cello tape I had stuck it up with was taken off!’ Anyway, I am waiting for my comp lady coming today to hopefully transfer all my work to the one I’m using right now.
I keep writing this in bits and pieces, so if I repeat myself, just move on to the next bit. Actually I was going to tell you how awful coming off these diabolical steroids have been, but just scrolled down and I have already said it all. Except to say this month end, I am now going down to just three steroids a day. My first thought when my doc said that, was can I travel? I asked him and he said, ‘Why not?’
‘Reasons to be happy!!’ I can travel soon. ‘Malta here I come, for at least a month. Well in around Oct, or Nov!’ I have had a smashing day out to Skipton, Yorkshire, with a lovely, friend, although we missed our other sweet friend. It’s a really old market town and most of the buildings are built out of beautiful Yorkshire stone. They are a treat to just look at. also bought some of my books from Amazon and liked the way they are presented. I bought them for friends who like me, liked to hold a book when they're reading. I had a nice message from Rose who is the organiser of the, The International Women's week, in York and she has told me now that the date is set for March. I sent her my two books and she said she was travelling for quite some time and was taking the books to read with her. I had a message saying she had read the first and was almost through the second. She then said, 'Reading them made her really look forward to my being a speaker at the York week.' I just hope I don't let her down!!
Also, have had a lovely visit, and hugs off my three years old, great grandson Tyler, and invitation to my great grand daughter Amelia’s Christening. She is another little beauty, smiles all the time. ‘Biased?’ not me!
This what I wrote a week or two ago
I have been sad for several reasons and one of them is because of that awful shooting in Tunisia. Sad that there are people who are so callous, they murder for no real reason, but to hurt the whole nation. They knowingly have hurt Tunisia, just out of pure malice. I haven’t been there but have heard so often how decent the people are there. I do get so worried about, how life is going to be for my great grandchildren.
Also life is so unfair! A family who I don’t know very well but who is distantly related lost their husband and father at 45. He was ill for a long time but he suddenly passed away. When someone is ill for years it doesn’t help the family to be prepared for that to happen. Anyway I just felt sad for the wife because she still has youngsters to bring up. Some people have so much they don’t know what want is! Others have so little life is hard all the time!
I have told you, that I was on steroids last year, and kept on them too long. I was on 60 mgs a day from 5th October and now am down to 5mgs as I have had to be weaned off them. These have made me have many problems and I want to say to anyone young or old, just don’t take drugs. I have already talked about them, but have to say, I have had to fight depression this, last few weeks. So that’s the reason why, I haven’t been in touch. Because in other words; I have been a miserable, ‘So and So.’ I must say I have had support from a grand bunch of younger friends. Who will never know how grateful I am to them. Probably because they may never read my blog anyway!
Yes I’m back, and no I haven’t popped my clogs as we Northern Brit’s, used to say when I was a lot younger. Obviously to people who haven’t heard the saying, it means no I haven’t died. I guess that saying came from when we had the Northern wool and cotton mills, everyone wore clogs to work then. Even in our shipyards a lot of men wore them, and when I was young some of the kids used to wear them all the time. I guess they didn’t wear out as quickly as shoes. That saying; ‘I must admit is even older than me!’
This has brought a memory back it's a sad one I'm afraid. This one is around 1948. My best friend’s cousin came to visit them, and I was shocked because she had never seen the sea before. But then I had never seen a mill! She came from Burnley or Blackburn, they were mill towns. She only wore clogs and because she was older than my friend and was a teenager, I thought it was awful for her to have to wear clogs.
We were just at the age when we wanted to be like the film stars that we saw when we went to the pictures. My dream of glamour was to lay on a chase lounge and to hold a cigarette holder like Rita Hayworth. ‘Never did because when I tried my first cigarette I hated it!’
It was strange when we took my friends cousin to the beach for the first time. To see what we thought was an almost grown up girl, tucking her dress into her nicker legs and running into the sea like one of the kids then getting so excited. My friend had a younger sister about out age who hadn’t come. When I asked her why she just went quiet, and my friends mother shook her head at me. So I knew to shut up because mam was always shaking her head at me. I found out later that her dad was in prison. Because when he was drunk and they were waiting for a train he pushed the little sister hard and she fell onto the lines and lost her hands to a train as it flew through. In those days families kept things that happened like that behind closed doors. The child would have been treated like an invalid. Ok no more misery tales.
Will have to say bye for now. Will write more happy stuff next time. Loads to write but this is time to close.
So Thanks again friends
Take care and be happy.
Hi, I'm Lilian, I live on Walney Island, a small peninsular in the North West of England, part of the Barrow In Furness district.