An update on the eldest

Just in case anyone ever reads this when Im dead and gone.....the update on my eldest is that he has turned so many circles that he is a well rounded , sensible (ish) man now and takes responsibility for his own actions. I love him , and his brother, to bits and hope he forgives me for writing that stuff all those years ago xxx

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.

The aged relative.. also occasionally known as. "The Polish Problem"

Today was to be the trip to see the newly installed gravestone surround for my Auntie Elsie.

I had purchased roses for him (the aged uncle) and we arrived at his flat at 9.45.

He was ready except for his outdoor clothes.

He was quite determined to try and walk as much as possible and steadfastly pushed his mobile frame/mini wheelchair ahead of him.

He affectionately calls it the "Spyder".

It was bloody muddy and windy but we made it to the grave with the odd bit of resting for breath.

A few tears, thats natural, and he liked the stone.

Starting to make our way back, he uttered the words every mother dreads

"I need a wee wee"

In the middle of Denham churchyard, no shelter.

Fortunately no people except golfers either so it was managed. I did watch to see where he aimed because we had to get him and the wheely thing back in the car after!

Anyway, all was well and he was very grateful, bless him.

As I was leaving , he conspiratorially whispered to me that

"Sex is bad for you. If I made babies now it would kill me"

At 98 Im not bloody surprised!

I told him I would give it up immediately.

The arrival of the Daewoos

"I do not want any more animals now that the guinea pigs have gone."

I distinctly remember saying those very words.

I did not imagine them.

So, what happens last week?

The arrival of four new females in the house.

(This is something I dont object to having lived with testosterone overload for many years you understand.)

However, the aforementioned females are Degus, little creatures with squirrel faces and grey ratty bodies.

That may sound unappealing to some but they really are very sweeT.

Just, NOT MORE ANIMALS THAT WILL EVENTUALLY BECOME MY PROBLEM!!

It was the eldest, 25 years old, who came home with them.

"Its ok mum, my girlfriend and I will take care of them."

His girlfriend and he are going to Egypt, together, in a few weeks time.

"Taking them with you are you?!" I asked, in exasperation.

The Box

The pet sat in contemplation.
It had never been happy in boxes.
It liked to live and breath and eat and think outside the box always.
The way to the box had been wonderful and it had been lead there, even leading the way itself, more than willingly. It had been unaware that a box was what lay ahead of it .
The master was so kind and very interesting.The master was also a very busy person with many demands made.
The master spoke with reassuring words and soothing tones that really had fired up the creatures enthusiasm and it had gone willingly.
Willingly but with a little apprehension because it did not know the way very well.
It had been well fed on the way and understood that the master had many pets
and that it was a special pet so that was ok. It never ever wanted more than one master.
It reached the box and was not unhappy with it.It felt comfortable and it had plenty to keep itself occupied.

Soon the masters soothing words became fewer and the food supply dwindled to crumbs dropped through the airholes in the lid. The lid was on firmly and there was a keyhole but no key.
The creature was well cared for but felt it position was insecure. Should it whine and scratch the box to get attention? It had always been an impatient, overenthusiastic creature.

No, that wasnt the creatures way.It would wait and see.
One day, it was told that its box was one of many. It knew this already but it wanted to know if the other boxes were also special.

It felt something pressing against its side , under its fur.
It was a key!
Oh , yes, now it remembered.
Never leave the key to your happiness in someone elses pocket.
Keep it in your own.
The creature was glad it had done this.
It had the key.
It would still wait...but now it had found the key.