This is a picture of my lovely now two years old Great Grandson. I'm still strugling with putting pics on. so please excuse the size.
Well what about the weather? I had such a quiet week the week before last I hadn’t much to write about. Half the time it was too wild and wet to do anything outside. So I finally finished what I had to do with my book, and it was ready to take to the library and to see about having a signing.
Then on Wednesday last, the worst of the storm arrived! I have never heard anything as fierce as that wind. Looking out at the sea in the dark it looked as if it was at boiling point as it roared in, although it was majestic in its formidable might; it was very scary! The news said the wind would be around 100 miles, an hour in many places but could die down some after 10pm. It didn’t die down until much later. It registered 100 miles ph, at the Wind Farm. As I look at it from my window it seems very close, but obviously it’s several miles away. That night I was up until 3-30pm and fully dressed. I thought if I was going to fly off on The Yellow Brick Road I was going to have my clothes on. Still I had a lovely surprise as I had more than a dozen messages from my friends. Messages of support and offers for me to stay with them until the storm passed. I said to them, ‘Thank you, but I was a blitz kid and wind isn’t quite as bad as bombs.’ It was a bit hairy, but I know that they all had problems as well. Still it’s nice to find out you have so many friends who care for you.
I had to get up quite early Thursday morning though, because a friend was coming from
Ulverston for lunch. She was then dropping me off at my hairdresser’s who is in Ulverston. I am afraid I am repeating myself, but Ulverston is ten miles from where I live so a lift was very convenient.
Ladies this for you! Why, when you tell your hairdresser you just want it styled but not shorter, do they agree with you and then proceed to cut it shorter than ever. She is a great hairdresser and it looked really nice when she finished. But now, I just can’t wave the magic wand, and it hasn’t
looked the same since!
I feel awful moaning about my hair and the weather here, because the other end of the country have had it so bad. It must be awful for everyone there, and those poor farmers must be at their wits end. I know how much they care for their animals.
‘I used to call at farms in one of my many jobs, this one was as a travelling sales lady for a credit firmn.’
However, even though they sent their animals to slaughter I know they became attached to many of them. ‘That’s why I could never been a farmer’s wife.’ I would never have let any go. I used to call at one farm where the son and daughter-in-law had inherited the farm from the son’s father. The son wouldn’t go to the auctions because he really couldn’t cope with his animals being sold to be killed. His wife was the opposite and it didn’t bother her at all. Every week when I pulled into the farm yard, the biggest gander I had ever seen used to attack my tires. Even when they were still turning! I tried to get out once, and he came flying and attacked my van door. I refused to get out after that, he was a big brute and scared me to death. The farmer’s wife wasn’t a bit bothered, I would toot my horn, and she would come out and grab him. She would shove him under her arm and hold his neck, then shoot him out from her arms. He would skid up the yard feathers flying. He never learnt and still kept it up all the time when I called there. I’m sure he must have had a bald tummy by the time I left and it’s wonder he wasn’t impotent! Other than that it was great meeting so many country people, I made many friends there. One lady I called on would order something like a sewing machine and when I delivered it the next week would pay me for it. She never had credit, I think she was lonely and wanted to me to visit her. So I told her I would call every week anyway and she didn't have to buy something off me.
When I was in Ulverston, after I had my hair done I called on a friend’s grandma. This lady is such an inspiration to me. She had just booked two weeks in Malta. She is off on her own, because she wants a break and had visited there many years ago. I’m not sure if I have mentioned her before; this lady is 93 years young! She took her first driving test at 73, and past first time. I could
write so many things she has done since, but she might tell me off for going on about her. Such as; she drove down to London and through the tunnel to France, on her own just after she had passed her test!
This week my feet haven’t touched the ground. I was at a great 70th birthday on Friday night. It was a no presents, just donations to The local hospice, and as there were easily 250 people there. I’m pretty sure they have done well. I have decided, ‘(If I am still here,) I am going to have a charity do, on my next special birthday. When you get older you usually have everything you need, if you are as lucky as I have been!
Saturday night it was a meal out because two of my friends are leaving for a tour of Australia. They have lived there and are going back for three months. Oh! The joys of retirement!
Then on Sunday I had a lovely lunch with my Fibro friends. They are such a cheerful group even though they are having some very hard times. I think we laughed for around three or four hours. I really think laughing is a healer, although my ribs ached :-))
Monday and Tuesday I had to see my printer about my book. ‘Cos That’s The Way It Is.
I had found a couple of mistakes in my first batch of books and hopefully have had them ironed out.
Wednesday; I had an interview with our local paper’s Historian, Bill Myers. He has a page in our Evening News, paper every day called,‘Memories.’ He keeps us up with the history of the local area, and lots of local people write in to him. I read it every day and have learned so much from it. My
interview with Bill Myers is going to be in on Tuesday night. And last but not least I am going to have a signing at our very well known books, toys and printer material, shop. It’s Heaths at the top of Dalton Road, I am going to be there from 10am until 2pm.
I have a lot of things in my diary that I was going to write about, but I’m sure you are bored by now. I have tended to sound as if I am pushing my book and I guess if I tell the truth I have. And it’s only a novella, but what do you do, if I don’t do it, no one else will know about it. Also I am really going to re-edit, ‘The mothers story,’ that’s on Kindle soon. I know I said I was going to do it
last time I wrote. I will have it done by the next time I write to you. (I hope.)
So Bye, Friends and Take Care.