I have been in a sorry for myself mood, as we would say here in the North, 'I've had a cob on.' In other words, I have been a bit down, because of the few problems I had for a couple of weeks. I must admit I was blaming my age, and then I realised it was mainly my fault. I rush around as if I'm much younger than I am, and it doesn't always work. ‘Still I never moan about old age, because the alternative isn’t as good.’
I also realised why I have been down. I needed some fun, and I had lunch last Saturday with a group of my Fibro friends. We spent about three hours laughing and it was as good as any tonic. With all their problems, the girls still have a great sense of humour.
Then; Stephen Sutton became news! I had already seen him talking about the great things he had done. He wasn’t full of himself, he didn’t preach about how we should be all doing what he was doing. He just did it. What a hero! Then he died. I felt quite shaken, and just wondered how on earth his Mother would be able to bear it? I was so glad that although she was devastated, she was also able to say how proud she was of him. Now on my FB site someone has put a picture of a 94; yes, a 94 years old man, wing walking for charity. He has done it before, but not for some time. He has done it in memory of Stephen Sutton. ‘94 years old, and I was sorry for myself!’
Well after all that, I hope you are all enjoying the good but strange weather. The night before last we had a wonderful show of lightening over the sea where I live. The lightening was more like the lightening I had seen when I was living in the USA. The whole of the sky over the water was lit up as if someone had turned a spot light on and the colours were beautiful shades of peach to cream. I stood watching it for what seemed like half an hour. Of course I tried to take a pic with my phone, but these fingers are not as fast as they used to be. Nor are my reactions, I had at least 30 pics, but not one of the lightening. But then again I guess you all must know by now how much trouble I have with just putting a pic on here. ‘So disappointing.’
This week Barrow has been in the North West News. On May the 15th, we had a heat of the, 2014 Pearl Izumi Tour Series. It was a cycle spectacular. A real tour de force for us! ‘Not sure if I have put that in the right context.’ Thousands came to watch it and so many who had never been to Barrow were surprised how nice it was and how friendly the residents are.
Then BAE have now put our very large sub into the water. It came up on my FB and is an amazing piece of work. Believe it or not, on the 18th of May, The Daily Mail, put some amazing pictures of it it, and wrote a piece that made me very proud to have three grandsons working on it. I know it’s a Nuclear Sub and I hate that we would ever use it, but I am hoping it is a deterrent. ‘It is fascinating reading and well worth pulling up!’
I have no idea why the font has changed style here, this is the one I like. I guess I've pressed something I shouldn't and have no chance of changing it without messing it up.
half time, but I didn’t want to insult them so stayed on. The cast were really putting their best feet forward and they were great. I’m afraid though, I just don’t have time in my life to enjoy such misery.
I have already talked about the adverts I get on my FB sites. All these handsome young men dying to meet me! Allegedly they have looked at my profile and sent me messages because they like me. What planet do they think I live on? Also every one of them have at least thousands of, and some over a million likes. 'They must be pretty hard to please!' So sorry boys, I would never come up to being your ideal woman. The only thing is, I'm curious to know what the messages say, but I realise that's why they have so many likes. I can hear you saying, 'Curious, she means nosey!'
I started to write this two days ago and I had just watched a programe about Thalidomide. What a dreadful thing to happen to those chidren, and how heartbreaking it must have been for their parents. When I carried my babies I had the most dreadful heartburn and sickness. At those times you weren't told to take anything, I sipped milk and took the odd rennie. In my second pregnancy, at my six monthly check up I told my doc about my heartburn and he told me about these, 'Marvelous new pills I could have now.' I said I would just plod on with the old fashioned remedies. He still, gave me a prescription and I took it home with me. Not being into taking drugs I didn't collect it and finally threw it on the fire after he was born. It is one of the things I thank God daily for.
Well it's voting day today and I really believe that we should all use our vote. It was such a hard fought battle for women to get the vote. The statistics tell us that there are around 35 per cent of our population that are over 50. I believe if all we Oldies used our vote we could change a large amount of things that are wrong with all our so called leaders.
On to better things, my garden is full of chattering females with their babies. In the playing field next to me there is a large hedge of broom and a couple of very large bushes which is a nesting place. This year as usual, it is full of sparrows and now their babies. I also have blackbirds, at least one thrush, some Jennie wrens, and lots of starlings who come to feed their children in this lovely broom and there are other several birds, that right now I can't think of their names.
I was held up yesterday from finishing my letter, because I was asked to meet my friend and her daughter for coffee. Her daughter now lives away and has a very interesting life, so it was really nice to catch up. Tonight we are meetin again at the Italian to do more catching up. All this rich food is great but I really have to watch my weight. I don't eat pitza or pasta but I love my prawns in garlic butter, and I love, 'Gunash.' Not sure if I have spelt the word right, but that's how I ask for it and it gets results. I really have to get someone to put spell check on here for me.
As I got up at 6-30 to write to you, and now it's 10am, I must say goodbye as I have to get my vote over then travel on the bus to Ulverston to get my hair done, ready for my night out.
So bye for now
I hope you are all well and happy.