Now a few days later I also want to wish you all a very Happy, Healthy and Peacful New Year.
I'm writing this on New Years Day, as no doubt you will have already noticed. That's because I am still sitting here in what I call my comfort coat and long stripey socks. I'm watching The Glenn Miller story, 'Which I love.' Even though I know it is going to make me cry at the end. I even filled up when I was writing about his music in my Mother's story.
Moving on, I didn't get in until nearly 1am, it was 11am when I finally rose from my bed. The rain was torrential then, so I have decided to give this day, 'Up to God,' as the saying goes. To me it means sitting down drinking coffee and eating anything sweet I can find, I just wish I had some of the chocs left from Christmas.
Can you just imagine how I look? Not my most glamerous, that's if anyone can look glamerous at my age! Unless you are Joan Collins of course! Well today when I put my FB on, there were several messages down the side. They were from all from these very fit men, who are only about ten to fifteen, years older than my oldest grandson. Where do they come from? They say they have seen my profile and want to get in touch. I'ts weird and macabre, unless they think I'm a rich, crazy, old lady. Sorry, they are out of luck, I'm not rich, the crazy bit I can't comment on.
Last night I had a lovely, late night with friends in a club. Not a loud bouncing club, just a large group of people who have kept their club together. It's like the many clubs you could go to years ago. There was music, food, and good company.
Of course as we get older we remember and often reminisce about the sports, and working mens clubs etc, we used to have. In my town we had what we would call the triangle. It consisted of The Engineers club, Cons, (Conservative) Club, and Working mens club. One across the road from the other two. The celebrations at those clubs on New Year Eve made them the place to be and they would be packed. There wasn't trouble in them because they were run by a Committee, who were also the members of the clubs. They didn't put up with any nonsense and you would be banned until you learned to behave. The clubs were filled to the brim every weekend with local people. On New Years Eve around midnight a Scottish Pipe band would play as they went into each of them and it was magic. I often wonder why things have changed so much!
Well this is where I came in originally, and as usual have started to ramble on with memories of times past. Sign of old age I guess. Take care all, and be happy.
I was thinking about everyone when those awfull floods were on the telivision. It must have been horrendous and would have made Christmas awful for so many. I just hope you were all safe. We had gail winds around 70 to 80 miles and hour here and it kept most of us awake because our town is surrounded on three side by the sea. I think I have said it already, I live on the small island of Walney and I also live on a small hill looking over the sea. We have had some wind before so I'm used to it and was lying tucked up in bed listening to it. I could hear the sea roaring in, it was awesome. I only live in a tiny place so thought I must have some damage as I could hear debri flying about. But no, when I looked out the next morning not even a flower pot had moved.
The first time these storms happened to me, was over nine years ago and it scared me to death. I finally got up about two in the morning and put my clothes on. I thought if I was going on the Yellow Brick Road at least I would have my underwear on! That was when Carlisle had those terrible floods.
Then unbelievably Christmas day was glorious and I had a very lovely day, and ate like a Queen. My son was a chef, and his wife is a great cook, so in all they put a meal on that could not have been surpassed anywhere.
If this writing seems a bit disjointed, I'ts because I have been taking covers off my suite to wash. Today is a beautiful day and the sun is shining in through my windows. Believe me, I'm not bragging it is showing everything that needs dusting or washing. And it all needs doing! But as I'm intending to get this letter sent and there is another party tonight, somethings will have to wait. Still I must get a bit done, If I get too behind and have to go out, I leave my hoover in the middle of the floor so that if anyone calls they think I am in the middle of cleaning. Also when you get to my age you can play the, 'Oh heck my eyes are getting really bad!'
Now here is the reason I haven't been in touch.
I have two computers, and managed to sit on the one I'm using now. (Not on purpose.) I just thought I had a new screen cover when I turned it on. There were various patterns on it in black and grey! I had stuck it under the settee cushion when I was going out. My idea of security! I came in and sat down without thinking, I never felt anything. I'm afraid my poor computer did! I was lucky, my son called unexpectedly. He said, 'You have cracked the screen mother!' You know how they say it when you have done somthing stupid. I had spent hours trying to change the pattern, even thought I could rub it out. (Well I have never said I was computer literate!) Thank goodness Paul has fixed it for me, so here I am back again.
I said, I have two computers and I love my other one, but she is nearly as old as me. I tried to write my letter on there, she huffed and puffed in her own computer way. She appears to not like the internet anymore, and also seems to be having hot flushes. I had to turn her off for a rest every so often. Anyway to cut a long story short she closed down on me and completely refused to let me send my blog. I am going to get her fixed as I would miss her so much. One of my lovely Fibro friends is a whiz at computers, so I'm going to let her work her Magic.
I want to say to all my friends in Malta, thank you for your friendship, and the fun we had. I hope they let me into the hotel again. I went off with the baggage room key. The taxi driver told me he would take them back the next day when he went for another pick up. I hopefully bribed him with enough to take them straight back. I was only back two or three days when I recieved a Christmas card from a friend who lives all year round in the hotel . I can see why he does that as you get really good attention there. I really think I could make a very good Lady, I hate house work but like a nice house and I love entertaing. Oh well a bit too late, unless I meet a nice older man!
I have been home twelve days now and they have flown by so fast I can't believe it. I love Christmas and still have that childish excitement about it, so had to put my decs up even though I was going to be out most of the time. The fairy on my small Christmas tree is 56 years old this year. She is still blond but her wings are a bit creased, just like us oldies! She still delights me though, as not only was she our first Christmas tree fairy for my baby to be, she was the first for me as well. Some of my Christmases were not good when I was young. My best were of course when my children were small. We always managed to have what they had wanted. They were so happy and excited although they had much less than they all have now. The excitement also comes back when you have grandchildren. But the magic of seeing the look of awe in my great grandson's eyes now is unbelievable to me.
Well I am going on and I have loads more to write about so I think I shoud send this now and tell you more about my adventures in Malta next time
I am going to try to put a photo on here off my Android, again my son has shown me how to put the photo's I have taken on to my computer. So here goes
If I don't write before , HAVE A GREAT NEW YEAR. i HOPE IT IS GOING TO BE EVEN BETTER FOR EVERYONE THAN THIS LAST ONE. ((((-: