Just now I am sitting with a late lunch looking out of my window. The sun is shining, and
the sea is as calm as if it were hot sunny day, it’s blue and as smooth as silk. This is a day that could make you want to sing, it sends messages of a promise of better days ahead. ‘Not that I can sing! It’s great in my head when I’m singing to myself but when it comes out is a whole different story. It even upsets me, but it was a great way to get my boys to go to sleep. If they wouldn’t settle
down after their dad or I read to them, I would just tell them if they didn’t I would sing to them. That soon made them shut their eyes!
I can’t wait for it feel a bit warmer as at lunch time I like to sit outside on my balcony with my coffee, and if it’s later in the day a nice glass of red wine. ‘Balcony sounds rather grand for my small place, I did try the thesaurus to find a less grand word but the ones that came up were much grander.
I can’t believe two days ago the sea was a seething cauldron, grey and fierce, as it hit the shoreline. It was majestic in its roaring might, and has its own splendid and magnificent beauty. I am lucky because I could watch it through my front room windows and feel quite warm and safe looking out.
Down on the beach can be the most dangerous place to be when the sea is so rough. Yet
still the car park was full, as people came to see the high tide. The police came and told them to move back to town before there was an accident. Walney Island, was cut off in several places! We will be split into three tiny Islands if we don’t get the help with the sea defences that have been promised to us.
I have had a strange couple of weeks, and haven’t gone any further with my plans to have a
signing with my book ‘Cos That’s The way It Is. John who prints my book for me has had his printer decide it had to die as he worked on them. He has had to wait for a new one to arrive, and I have had to wait for my books. It doesn’t matter because I’m a great believer everything happens for a reason.
Last week I took one of my books into the library and explained that I had found two mistakes in it to the historian in the archives. Explained that I had put it right with the next batch. I also explained I had written it as a Novella because there were several stories in it that had been told to me by other women from their experiences in WW2. He read my book and found three corrections that were needed. I had found two already, so have one more to sort out. Still, he said, ‘It is a good read and tells the reader about life at the time.’ So my book is going into the library. I of course am delighted!
‘Well what a month January has been, I can never remember seeing anything like it. As I have already written, we have had more floods but nothing like the ones further down the country. I don’t know how those poor people have managed, my heart goes out to them. When you see the pictures on television it looks like a third world catastrophe. My question is, where are the millions of pounds coming from that they need to put things right? Surely these people need as much help as we British send to other continents. I still think charity should begin at home. If we are going to borrow money, it’s good housekeeping to look after our own family first. Then when we succeed in managing our own problems. We will be able to reach out to others more unfortunate than
I know we have to borrow the money
Well that’s me off my high horse, for now anyway.
This past few months my books seem to be doing very well on Kindle. (Never will do as well as 50 shades of grey!) I have a love affair in this one and someone said, ‘Fancy writing that when your kids are reading it.’ I was told the story about the love affair and I thought I had written it
quite tastefully. Hmm, thinking about it I could write a 50 shades of red, pink or blue. Then I wonder who would worry if I made 40 or 50 Million pounds. I know I wouldn’t!(((-: Makes me smile just thinking about that novel.
I’m also going to replace, ‘Cos That’s The Way It Is, on Amazon as I have re-edited it. I have just had my old computer taken off for treatment, with the computer doc, as she is so tired. (Not the computer doc.) I am hoping now though that my computer expert will put my re-edited story on Kindle, for me. I have just pulled the directions up on how to do it, and I've read them all. Now my mind has turned to mush, and Iv'e gone to pieces as I think of what a mess I could make of it. Everyone to their own I say!
Well because I haven’t a had a very interesting fortnight I have decided to sort out some of my papers and I found these facts quite interesting. Especially as I can remember the shop and the fog. When I was older of course!
This is what was written in the Evening Mail in January 2004
75 years ago
BARROW was put in the dark by a thick blanket of fog.
It became so dense that conditions were very depressing, and it
was scarcely possible to see across the street.
A HEAVY galvanised bucket cost six pense, (3p now) at Stollers Stores.
'The store for thrifty folk.' The company had 11,000 good quality duster
on special sale offer of three pence, (1p now).
How times have changed since Stollers Store was in Dalton Rd. In 1956 I used to pay for our dining suite there. When the children came along, the old Mr Stoller, always had little pokes of paper with sweets in for the children. ‘It’s great to see that Stollers name is still thriving in Barrow.’
A HOUSE central Barrow with six bedrooms and bay windows was on
for sale for £295. Also a HMV gramophone with a 100, 78 records offered
for sale at£7and 10 shillings. (£7-50pence)
Can you believe it, a house at that price? Also it wouldn’t be too old, as Barrow was quite a young town in 1935.
In 1956 my husband then, followed Glenn Miller’s dance music and he had a great collection. Although Glen Miller disappeared when on a plane in WW2 his music lasted and we still hear his music played on the radio now and again. The Glen Miller story was on this Christmas and I still Love that great band sound.
Time to say Bye to all. I hope I have more to write about next time.
Take care all