The walk...with Stanley and Livingstone.

It began as all our walks do with loads of laughs and chat.

And......as all our walks seem to....getting lost on the way to the start of the walk.

Mucky and Legs were very understanding but after yours truly had spent at least 20 minutes driving round in circles through Langley (via Aberdeen!) we all decided that the station would be a good place from which to get directions.

This wasnt helped by the fact that the guy behind the counter thought he was such a joker.....several polite titters from me later and he finally gave up the "go out of here and look for the Bulls Jumper then turn right at the Leaping Frog after youve climbed to the top of the church spire and put the England flag up....etc etc" and told us where to go.

So...we did.And , of course, by this time it was lunchtime so we found a pub.The coach and horses. Sky TV but no food.Moving swiftly on past the alms houses. 

Its been so long that Ive forgotten this one.Ill try and remember for some other time.BTW I dont think this was the walk but ...what the hell...its a nice pic anyway!

What is reality?

What indeed. I believe I am rooted in the real world.Got told recently that I should start "believing is seeing" rather than my usual "show me the evidence".
Now, I am a believer in the religious sense of the world and I do have a very open mind but I cant be doing with namby pamby ,oooohhhh that must be a sign..ers, who constantly try and tell me how much I am missing.

Just for the record......if and when I reach your level of Nirvana I will let you know!
In the meantime...leave me the **** alone to get there in my own time.Ok?

I am happy with myself and my life.I dont always make good choices but then who does?

Enough of this self reflection.Dont suppose anyone is reading anyway so it doesnt matter.

Right, a share. Someone very close to me is having a mental "episode".Im loathe to call it a breakdown because they are sky high right now and hopefully will not come down the other side. They are, however, totally self obsessed and unwilling to take any criticisms of their point of view so its difficult .Also, there is no "dialogue" just a series of long talking "at you"s. I suppose Im putting this on here to get it off my chest and not have to explain or justify.
Pray God....and I have been.....they get back to reality and down to Earth soon.
It aint that bad!!

An update on the aged uncle...and..M!!

The aged uncle seems to be deteriorating quickly.Hes 99 now so I suppose its only to be expected.
The conversation is usually about money  that belongs to Poland from the war. He is convinced that Hillingdon hospital holds the answer to the Polish money. 
The story goes that when he was there, having a hip replacement many years ago, he awoke to find Mafiosa by his bedside, about to kill him.
Then , the chief honcho appeared at the door and said
"No, not him.He helped us in the war."
And thus the " Ms" disappeared.
Uncle.."You must take me to the hospital Lynda"
Me.."Who do you want to see?"
Uncle.."I will know him when I get there and he will know me."
Me..."Why do we need to go?"
Uncle..."Because there is 8 Billion of Polands money there.They will give it to me.They know me."
And so it continues every visit.
More to follow later.