The food bank in the village telephone box has had a rather unpleasant set back tonight
According to social media
Someone has just pissed in it !
Bloody hell
Big Brown Eyes
I received my second covid jab today
This time it was from a gloriously hunky RAF serviceman instead of the cheerful oncology nurse.
His name was Will and he had big brown eyes and a voice to match.
I simpered underneath my mask like a teenage girl.
Will told me that I may have more severe side effects than I did with the first jab, but I wasn’t really listening,
I just drooled at him from behind my mask
Bluebells
Although my favourite colour is yellow
My favourite flower is the Bluebell.......
Bluebells have featured often in the background of my life.
My garden has 6 bunches of Bluebells, one lovingly transferred from my previous home in Sheffield, a plant stolen from the grounds of Chatsworth House in Derbyshire over 18 years ago.
In my kitchen stands proud a large collection of Art Deco Burleigh Ware pottery of varying designs.
My favourite is, of course , Bluebell ...a few splashes of blue, black and green, beautifully simple and beautifully pleasing.
My car is called Bluebell and she stands for everything positive at a time in my life I had very little and as a child one of my favourite place to play was in Bluebell wood , a small copse of trees located on the hillside between Prestatyn and Gronant. .
My grandparents are buried near the same Bluebell Wood, their headstone facing their beloved Liverpool.
Every Early May I would often go to Bodnant Gardens as the Bluebells would be out and old readers of
Going Gently May remember The last Mabel Post with a visit to the wonderful Bluebell Wood
The first painting my husband and I bought together was a gentle Victorian watercolour of a Bluebell wood . I miss it so. I miss it because it is so beautiful and subtle and understated
He took it when he left and I miss looking at it
Last year I split a large garden knot of Bluebells from my garden and planted it in the corner of the old graveyard. This year I will check if it has been taken
And started a new colony of gentle blue just opposite to the cottage windows
Rhymes
I had a dream about my grandmother last night.
She was reciting a rhyme, one that she taught me as a child.
When I woke I remembered it, in its entirety
Has anyone heard this before?
I went to my grandmother's garden
I went to my grandmother's garden,
and I found an Irish Farthing,
I gave it to my mother,
who bought a little brother,
The brother was so cross,
We put him on a hoss,
the horse was such a dandy,
we gave him a glass of brandy,
the brandy was too strong,
we put it in a pond,
the pond was too deep,
we put it on a heap,
the heap was too high,
we put it in a pie,
the pie was too little ,
we put it in a kettle,
the kettle had a spout ,
and they all jumped out!
What rhyme do you remember?
While I remember my fraternal grandmother used to sing this
Spring
It doesn’t look as though it was originally built in 1700.
Once a corn and wheat market hall , then later a chapel, I wonder what it’s next resurrection will be
Ruth Corker Burks
https://www.listennotes.com/podcasts/short-cuts/acts-of-love-YHscwjqeVlO/
This link is a small gift
I’m sorry that many of you may not be able to access it, given where you are in the world. But for the ones that can....it is a little gem of a broadcast.
Start your listen at 18.43 minutes in.
You want to listen to the story of a single mom in 1980s mid America
It is the height of the aids pandemic and Ruth Corker Burks finds Jimmy a patient dying of AIDS in a local hospital.
He is fast approaching death and is shunned by his family and the nursing staff.
Only she in a wonderfully moving act of compassion enters his room and his last moments of life.
I listened to this podcast on the way to work last night and had to stop the car for a few moments to process the power of it..
Please give it a go and tell me what you think
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