Daffodils

Since getting a new computer and losing a lot of the stuff on my old one (because silly me didn’t have adequate back-ups), I’m still learning how to use this new one. I haven’t even figured out yet how to put pictures on my computer, let alone put them on my blog. This post should have a picture of daffodils, but you’ll have to imagine them.

I’ve been caught up in family matters lately, culminating in a bereavement. It was not unexpected and, in a way, not really too sad. The aunt who has died was in her nineties and she remained cheerful to the end and ‘ready’ and unafraid to go. My last memory of her will be of Ian and I singing ‘Doggy in the Window’ with her and she laughed each time we did the ‘Woof, woof’. She always loved a sing-song, and her sense of humour never left her. The day she died she complained of the taste of the mouth swabs and requested they be dipped in gin and tonic (the nurse complied). I think she died happy. She has requested daffodils for her funeral flowers ‘because they are bright and cheerful’.

I love daffodils, too. When I see them now I will remember a wonderful lady.

 

Not much to say

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t be writing a blog post when I’ve not much to say. But I’ve not posted for a while and my fingers are itching to touch the keyboard.

I’ve coughed and sneezed my way through Christmas. It seems tradition that I always get poorly at the time of Christmas and the New Year. I feel guilty mentioning this when many others have endured storms, floods, power cuts, no food… I know I should be counting my blessings.

The New Year is hurtling towards us. There’s something kinda scary and weird about the way time seems to have speeded up in the past ten years. I only have to blink, turn around or cough and the world has moved on far too quickly. I think I feel a short sci-fi story coming on.

Anyway, don’t expect much sense at the moment to emanate from my fevered brain. I just want to say…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

WordPress not working

This is just to let my blog readers know that I have not been able to post for the past few weeks. A problem suddenly arose whereby I could no longer access my blog, nor even look at any other WordPress websites and blogs. Apparently this is the same for many other WordPress users. I understand WordPress are looking into this but it seems no progress has yet been made. I am only able at present to write this because I am using someone else’s computer that hasn’t developed this problem.

Blog Anniversary

How does time go by so quickly? I’ve just found out that it was a year ago to this day when I wrote my first post for this blog. It seems like only yesterday I was trying to set it up and get going with it.

I feel I should have something important and special to say on this Anniversary Day. Unfortunately I don’t, and I’m struggling to find anything at all to say. The truth is I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. For the past week or more, I’ve been feeling unwell with what my GP tells me is a virus infection which she thinks I picked up in New York. I’m feeling much better now but still have a troublesome rash. I didn’t really plan on using my blog for this kind of information which must be of interest to  no-one, but there you go.

Anyway, as they used to say in the olden days when the television packed in: ‘Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.’

Reasons to be Cheerful

Reasons to be cheerful? I can think of at least three.

1.  Look at the lovely daffodils in my garden. This year they survived a covering of snow. But now spring is here!

Daffodils

2.  I’ve passed my tenth speech, the one they call the Masterpiece at my speakers club, which means I qualify for the ASC Certificate of Achievement. I spoke about the suffragettes, particularly Leonora Cohen, a Leeds suffragette. I’ve been enjoying learning about this fascinating piece of history from a book called Rebel Girls by Jill Liddington, which is about Yorkshire suffragettes.Rebel-Girls (2)

3.  And last but not least… Ian was a Morrison’s scratch card winner. His prize? Four iced doughnuts!

DonutsWell, that’s a good reason to be cheerful, isn’t it? Not for Ian though. He’s a vegan and the doughnuts weren’t. So all he could do was enjoy the hole in the middle.

Doughnuts

Midnight Madness

cheesePassionately, hopefully, he opens the fridge door and looks inside. Yes, it’s still there. He lifts it out, caressing it lovingly. Carrying it as if it’s a crock of gold, he strides to the kitchen table. No stopping him now.

Slowly, he peels away the wrapper. Ever so carefully, not dropping a tiny bit, he places it on a plate. It lays there exposed. Waiting to be devoured.

He looks at his watch. “Not much time left now.”

The blade slides through, swiftly, easily. Cutting the seconds before his New Year’s Resolution comes into force.

“Now?” I ask.
“Not yet,” he says, salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
“You’ve only ten more minutes,” I remind him.

He pops a piece into his mouth. Holds it on his tongue. Savours the moment. Eyes closed in bliss.

Five more minutes.

He eats the next piece without sucking it first. And the next he eats quicker.

Two more minutes.

Quicker still.

One more minute.

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.

Stop!

It’s done now. No turning back. No more white, crumbly Cheshire cheese. Never ever again. But it’s all right. He’ll soon stop hankering for it. He’ll find plenty of new scrumptious food and will never regret his decision. It’s a beginning, not an ending. A gaining, not a losing.

The dairy herds dance and sing to welcome the latest arrival. He wipes his lips on the stroke of midnight and says ‘hello’ to the world. A newly-born vegan.