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Just popped in from The Highlands of Scotland to say hello, I became so confused with the new gallery setting they have put on. By now you all will have gathere that! Anyway I have realised I didn't say Bye and take care, at the end of my blog. So I'm saying it now Confused is my middle name, I've had to use Cloud here so it is another; I was going to say learning curve, but I had to do it 18 months ago in Llandudno, in Weatherstones. Still had to get instructions, and struggled but here I am.
What should have taken around 5 and a half hours to get to the Waverley Castle Hotel in Melrose, took 9 and a half hours. But that's another story. So will tell you later. Be Happy
I have just hit gallery here and have no idea what it will do, hit it again hoping it will cancel whatever!! Meant to hit image.
Now I've found out, and don't know how to change it, so sending it as it is before I have a nervous breakdown.
This is where I started, in case you get as confused as I am. :-))
Here I am back to normal? I am up and about after moaning so much last time I wrote. I was
cheered up this last week because it was great to hear that this generation of teenagers are wanting to have successful careers and much more interested in conservation. You know, we only hear about the bad kids through the media. If like me, you stop and think about your friends and family, there are so many kids who are so nice and making good lives for themselves.
This last couple of weeks I have had very many reminders of things that have changed so
much from the past. I was talking to a florist who is young and she was complaining about it being hard work. It is demanding; because funerals, weddings, and new babies etc can never be put off until tomorrow.
I was thinking back to when my mother trained me, I was twelve when she went to Liverpool to help out for two weeks in a fruit, veg and flower shop. At that time she was also shown how to wire, and put wedding and funeral flowers together. There was no oasis then, it was all about moss and wires. It’s so long ago that there were no phones in any of our houses. Also there were no cars to
deliver; we carried all the flowers to the house where the funeral or wedding was. I remember one night we had to deliver around 8-30pm, because it was a 9am funeral. We had made the word Mother, and it was so wide we had to carry each end which took the full width of the pavement up. Half a dozen kids were following behind, they didn't say anything, but were interested. They wouldn't have dared too shout at us, as they all knew my mother! Well when we arrived at the house, we knocked and knocked the door, and we could hear the kids running around having a good time. Finally my mother opened the door. ‘No one locked doors in those days.’ When we went in, there were half a dozen children playing around the open coffin in which their granny was lying and the house was full of family and friends. They were having a wake, it was something we
couldn’t imagine now and it was a celebration of that ladies life. I thought it was lovely. How times have changed since then!
I was watching a programme on telly; it was an interview with Dot from East Enders. She was talking about what she would like to be done with her body when she died and she loves the sea as
much as I do. It seems the only place you can be dropped off is Newhaven, or the Isle of Wight. I would like to be thrown overboard, somewhere in the sea.
‘Not until I’m dead of course!’
One of my friends told me her Father-In-Law wanted to have his ashes scattered on the canal where he used to have a boat. So they diligently went to the canal with his ashes. It was midwinter and a gale was blowing, but they kept his wishes. I couldn’t stop laughing as she told me and neither could she. It was so windy when they shook the ashes out they shot away and covered some ducks who were sitting there. The ducks all sneezed and sneezed together.
‘Now that’s what I call leaving them laughing.’
Well I was so proud of myself! A few days ago, I dropped my phone and although the rest of it worked I had lost all my pictures. I know I’m a senior, and a woman, and of course I feel stupid when I have to ask for help. I have no understanding of most of the jargon that is used. But, I am stubborn, so I persevered looking through the instructions, ‘Most of which I couldn’t make head
nor tail of!’ Then I found a piece of information that told me I had a damaged sim card, I changed it and my pics came back on. Well, I felt like one of those football players who run around with their shirt over their head when they score a goal.
Talk about pride before a fall, it all worked fine for a few days.
Then on Monday I went on a trip up to visit my friend in Langholm, Scotland. My friend came over she was going to drop me off and then stay in my place as it looks over the sea and she says staying is like a holiday to her. As usual I was running late not sure if the train was 10-10, or 10-20. I
bought my ticket and the lady told me the train was arriving in 5 minutes, which was 10-10. The train pulled in and I had to cross over the track. I looked at the lift down and thought I’m not going to make it. One of the rail men said, ‘You going to have to rush.’ ‘I haven’t got rush in me at the moment.’ So I said, ‘Oh there’s another train in an hour, I’m not going to make this one.’ He
said, ‘Yes you will, and shouted, ‘Don’t go yet this lady wants to get on.’ And they waited for me! ‘There is still some gallantry left in this world.’
Langholm is the place I went to around Easter and said how lovely a place it is. I have decided it should be called Shangri-La, not sure how to spell it.’ It’s so unusual because no one ever locks their doors, and even the small boys say hello and smile!
Anyway I guess I wasn’t so clever because my phone went off on the train journey and all I had was the photos, it was off all the time I was there. Wasn’t sure why but thought it might go on again when I arrived back home. It didn’t. So tomorrow I have to eat humble pie and ask my very clever son to fix it for me. Hey Ho, no pulling my shirt over my head this time!
I have just had a glass of the whiskey and lemonade I bought when I was ill. Shows I'm not a real alcholic, Iv'e had it at least three weeks. I have gone tired though, it's late as I have been trying to catch up with not having any communications this few days I’ve been away. So I’m going to say good night, I will finish this tomorrow.
Good Morning, it is not just raining it is torrenting down. Hence the heading on this time of writing. But there is a good side to it, at least I don't have to carry fourteen cans of water to leave the garden fresh before I leave, I carry one in each hand and consider I'm doing some excersising. I am off on a trip tomorrow. Organized this time, eight days touring Scotland. So looking forward to it! This way until I feel a lot fitter, someone else will be carrying my suitcase. I'm sure I will be ready for my jaunt to Malta in a few months. Old age isn't always easy, but the alternative isn't as good!
Before I go, I have to repeat this headline I have just heard on the Wright Stuff. I'm sure we won't hear it often. Monster rats are eating , Winnie The Pooh's Forest. Oh Dear!
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.