Sometimes I comment on your blogs after you have visited me, however the comment you get from me may not be from the site you visited. That’s because I have more than one blog.
So here is a list of my other ones. 😘
I wish this weather would make up it’s mind, one day cold the next as warm as some of the summer days we have just had, then gale force winds which took the fence and delivered us someones plant pot. This was followed by a frost, then a wet and humid day and today warm and foggy. Jumper on jumper off, heating on, heating off. The plants don’t know what they are doing, the animals don’t know what they are doing, I don’t know what I am doing. 😖
YAH Meghan is pregnant, but I can’t believe they are sending her to Fiji and Tonga with there being an outbreak of Zika which can cause birth defects in babies born to some infected pregnant women, including microcephaly, (babies born with underdeveloped heads and brain damage). It is also thought to be linked to Guillain-Barre syndrome, a condition in which the immune system attacks the nerves. Not somewhere I would like to go if I were pregnant. 🤔
When people ask me what is on my bucket list I always say I don’t have one. However I have just had the fact that actually I do pointed out to me 😯. Telling a friend about our holiday and about the fact that we had always wanted to visit Lindisfarne and on this holiday we had, that we had always wanted to take a boat trip around the Farne islands and this holiday we did, that I had always wanted to hear the one o’ clock gun in Edinburgh, I did one better and saw it being fired, and that I had always wanted to see The Angel of the North, so hubby stopped off on the way home so that I could get close up to it. She laugh her head off before pointing the fact out, that actually I did. ☺️
I have been very busy over the past few days, as well as battling yet another cold, this time with cold sores on month and nose I have been getting the garden ready for winter, and given that it’s only 78 days until 🎄 I have started the store cupboard cooking. Mulled wine chutney and pickled red cabbage for starters.
A report on TV this morning said that the IPCC have given the world a final warning, the attempt to stop the rise in global warming from going over 1.5 degrees as failed. It states that the world is now completely off track, heading instead towards 3C. It also said that we could stay below it but it would require urgent, large-scale changes from governments and individuals, a massive pile of cash would have to be invested every year, around 2.5% of global GDP, for two decades, but we would will still need machines, trees and plants to capture carbon from the air that can then be store deep underground forever. Now that doesn’t sound to good either. The report then went on to say that there must be rapid and significant changes in four big global systems:
and added that the world could not meet its target without changes by individuals, urging people to:
A lot of things would have to change to make his work, buying locally sourced food adds between £5 to £10 a week to a bill, I know because I have tried to buy local.
Drive electric cars, nice if you can afford one and don’t have to travel far, there are very few charging points for these cars.
Take the train or bus, again a lot of work will have to be done to encourage people uses these, I waited nearly on hour in the rain and cold at the weekend for a bus that is supposed to run every 10 minutes.
Hang you washing out to dry, not if you live around here, the dry days we do get the idiots in the street behind light bonfires.
I would like to see a return to products that can be easily repaired, and people not changing their phones, computers etc every year.
First day of Autumn 🍁, I love Autumn but then I love Spring, Summer and Winter too. We have been away for a few days and came back to Autumn in the garden who would think that leaves could change so quickly.
Our holiday this time was in Northumberland and had good and bad points which I shall reveal at a later date, lets just say I made a friend laugh by saying I had seen a few things that I always wanted to see, ‘But you don’t have a bucket list’ was her comment🤣
I went for my blood sugar results yesterday and they have gone up again, I wasn’t surprised. The nurse started to give me ‘the talk’ I listen then pointed out to her that I wasn’t surprised the meds I had been given for my high cholesterol raise blood sugars. She looked at me and said that was rubbish without saying that was rubbish. So I asked her to look up the side affects, she did, I was right. So I asked what do I do, take the meds and have low blood sugars, or stop the meds and have high cholesterol? Because of family history both of these problems are all part and parcel of me, and I have been told no amount of diet and exercise will help that much, (not that I am not watching my diet and exercise).
I have just finished reading ‘My Name Is Leon’ my Kit de Waal, and I will admit I cried at the beginning because it was heart-wrenching and at the end but I won’t say why just in case you want to read it. Leon is black his little brother Jake is white, neither of them have a dad around, their mother can’t cope with them. They are taken into care, Jake is adopted, Leon left behind, but he needs to find his brother.
There’s definitely a chill to the air in the mornings, a big difference to this time last year, When we were partying in the garden until midnight to celebrate our 25 wedding anniversary.
Our little robin is back and his breast is so red already, the spiders are spinning webs right across the garden, which look so beautiful with the morning due glistering on them and Mr. squirrel is demolishing the bird feeders on a daily basis.
The bank holiday weekend was cold and damp, so I decided to catch up on some crafting and wish I hadn’t, I sliced into my finger with the crafting knife, so much blood, steri stitches were needed this time,😕 which just backed up my son’s thoughts on me ‘being to old’ cheeky sod 😁
Things can only get better, she says hopefully.
I have a bit of a bee in my bonnet at the moment and it’s all down to Windrush.
Between 1948 and 1971 people from the Caribbean countries of Jamaica, Trinidad and Tobago came to the UK to work, they were needed to get the country back on it’s feet after the war. Those who arrived in 1948 have been labelled the Windrush generation, a reference to the ship MV Empire Windrush, which arrived at Tilbury Docks, Essex, on 22 June 1948.
This all came to an end in 1971 when the 1971 Immigration Act came into force. Commonwealth citizens already living in the UK were given indefinite leave to remain. This meant a British passport-holder born overseas could only settle in the UK if they firstly had a work permit and, secondly, could prove that a parent or grandparent had been born in the UK.
The Home Office, (clever bunch that they are) did not keep records of those granted leave to remain or issue any paperwork confirming it! This as now made it difficult for Windrush arrivals to prove they are in the UK legally.
Then in 2010, landing cards belonging to Windrush migrants were destroyed by the Home Office. Those who lack documents are now being told they need evidence to continue working, get treatment from the NHS – or even to remain in the UK.
This is as much as I know about the back story. Some of the Windrush generation have been told to leave, I heard a report of a man who born here, went back to his parents country for a family funereal because his mother was too ill to travel, when he tried to return home here in the UK he was told he could not re-enter the country, in the months that followed as he tried to get back in his mother died, he didn’t get to say goodbye.
This is what as got me wound up. These people were invited here, they worked hard to help this country get back on its feet, they set up homes, raised families, and in my opinion most importantly integrated themselves into the British way of life. So how can it be right that they must prove they are here legally, and others cross the boarders without papers and we are supposed to feel sorry for them, they are given homes and NHS treatment, then they remain, but want different laws, won’t /don’t speak English simply don’t want to integrate.
Now I realise that may make me sound raciest, but I am not, it’s just that I can’t see how it can be one rule for one and another for another. How can it be fair to tell someone or the families of them that they are not welcome here after they were invited, have worked so hard, paid taxes, been of worth to this little island that we live on?
I know which side I come down on.
Thank you, rant over. 🙂
Well the heatwave is over, it ended for us with a thunder storm , we now have a English summer, grey skies, cardie required, and drizzly.
Nadiya Hussain is my new hero, (if hero is the right word) or new favorite meal maker. She has some lovely recipes. I made the samosa pie last week, it was delicious , (but not good for the diet) 😁.
I felt very strange last week, it didn’t have anything to do with the vertigo which was a pain but all to do with the fact I couldn’t do any exercise, I never thought I would miss exercise 😁. I missed another couple of music gigs. I am getting a bit fed up with it now. 😕
My heart goes out to all those poor people in Genoa, it must have been horrific to all to see a bridge just collapse and know there is very little you can do to stop it or help.
I will admit I was sad to hear Aretha Franklin had died, I grew up singing into my hair brush pretending to be Aretha, and am not ashamed to say still do from time to time, (and to quote from another old song, ‘some say it’s noise, I say it’s pretty) 😁
🤢 This is how I feel, the vertigo is not getting any better, despite the pills, yes the doctor phoned me back and agreed I had vertigo, (I already knew that) so I went back down to the surgery to pick up the prescription which is doing absolutely nothing. I have been walking around the house holding on to walls and doors, I haven’t tryed to go out, I even missed the chill out festival, (all reggae music) at the weekend 🙁
What I have been doing is finishing of the crafts I had half started, but even that hasn’t been easy. Oh well it can’t last forever. 😏
I just knew it was going to be one of those days. I got up with toothache, walked into the door frame and realised I had vertigo, (again), went for my blood sugar tests and found the clinic now opens earlier so I had to wait ages. Went to the doctors to ask for a prescription for the vertigo only to be told you have to see the doctor, but not today, the doctor will phone you later, got home to find the washing machine flashing, full of wet washing, it wouldn’t turn off open it’s door, so I spent 39 minutes on the phone trying to book a repair. They are coming Monday.
So here I sit waiting for a call from the GP and trying to keep Kitten happy because he’s not well either, wish me luck 😉
Here’s a thought, the dooms dayer’s keep telling us the world will end in fire, the end of days are here and so on. Everyone takes it as a nuclear war, asteroid and even creatures from out of space. Look at what is happening around the world now, heatwaves, spontaneous combustion in woodland, bush fires, earthquakes, all involve fire, all happening now, oooooh errrr. I personal think this old earth as a few years left.
Now the government in all it’s wisdom 🙄? are looking into building on more green land space. Now is it just me that can see the problems that this will cause, the more green spaces they concrete over the harder it is for rainwater to run away, more concrete = more floods. It is a medical fact that green spaces are good for mental health, less green spaces = more stressed out people, houses built on green spaces are generally not cheap so doesn’t help the type of people they are being built for. When is the government going to admit that the problem is too many people on our small island. This little island can’t cope, not enough room, not enough water or home grown food, not enough jobs, not enough money to funded the amount of people passing through the schools or NHS and all that before people start losing their jobs to machines, which opens yet another can of worms. If people lose their jobs to machines who is going to pay the taxes to fund the NHS/schools/social care and so on… I have gone on a bit of a rant there haven’t I, sorry but sometimes I feel like this 😫, I really must stop listening to the news.
On to the brighter side, ‘It’s Beware The Moon’ time again, I love these nights which have been running for three years now and this year the team did two. Flatpace and Dudley Zoo team up to produce a wonderful evening of fun. The zoo opens it’s gates after closing and the public are allowed into the castle grounds. Flatpack set up a screen and music. There is food and drink on sale or you can take your own, take a chair or blanket and sit on the grass. The evening starts with music then as the light dims the projects of creepy things are projected onto the castle walls and the film starts. This year as I have said we had two, Friday night we saw Night of the Living Dead (1968) and Saturday was The Lost Boys (1987). In previous years we have seen Bride of Frankenstein (1935) and American Werewolf in London (1981)
I finished reading ‘Iron towns’ by Anthony Cartwright one of our local writers
and now I am off to the vets.