home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.
Our host Linda at #WDIIA called her post, today and it really took my heart she said :”Endurance. I think it should be the word of the year, not just the day.”
I totally agree and right now all we can do is endure. I think the best way we can do this is to find humour in the situation.
Yes another early start sorted Ruby had a coffee and checked my emails, and read some posts. Hubby up by 8.30, breakfast then time to exercise Ruby.
On the way back we had to stop to get the remainder of our middle son’s prescription. We had tried to pick it up for him on Friday but they did not have one of the items so we had to return. I waited in the car with Ruby while hubby queued up, as with all queued now each person separated my ten metres. It took an hour and there was great confusion caused by the staff about our sons prepaid certificate. They told hubby he had to pay, he told them he did not as our son had a prepaid certificate,they said it was out of date, not politely but very loud and aggressively infront of the whole queue. Luckily hubby had the email from when it was paid and all details on his phone. Eventually he had the medication almost thrown at him. I must add here that we totally understand that the staff are working under scary and stressful conditions but there was no need to treat hubby like a criminal shouting at him and not even apologize when he showed them it was them and not him or our lad at fault! Luckily they are not our regular chemist’s. I was very proud hubby kept his cool and was polite.
By the time we got home hubby was upset and tired. A neighbour rang to ask him something so I gave him a cuppa and let him relax. After lunch he did some gardening, Ruby spent the whole afternoon with him, she is such a daddy’s girl.
I did my daily exercise video then had a shower and washed my hair. Then it was to get the dinner, shepherds pie and cabbage and beans. Hubby rang his mum. We heard from the boys and both my sisters so we know they are okay. In the news our prime minister Boris who went into hospital last night is now in intensive care. Let’s add him to our prayers. That’s about it for now, we need a happy song.
She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.
Yes I do hope everything will be alright. I do weep for my grandchildren, my loved ones and my amazing friends. We must all pull together we can’t slack now. Sadly people are dying , too many. No one is safe.
So ground hog day, up at stupid o’clock ..let Ruby out, fed and medicated her, Hubby up at 8am, breakfast, 9am our son, wife and grandchildren video called us , that was fun , noisy and excited.
Home again time to do our half hour exercise video. Then the blind couple rang about their talking clocks, one was not working! We managed to fix the situation over the phone. The thing is they don’t seem to worry as we do! They want something, they insist. I think though we have finally got through to them we cannot come to them we can not go out. They have official numbers to call on. We can help with essentials and do but they have all clocks and watches working now.
We were in high demand this afternoon a neighbour next door but one rang to ask for some help over a door lock , also sorted over the phone.
For dinner I cooked toad in the hole! Now we are having a quiet evening just listened to our Queen, I was surprised at how short her speech was.
I am praying not only for the UK but for every country in the world. For all my family and friends and all my dear blogging friends here on wordpress every one of you. EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!
Jim Adams our gracious host said it was his Birthday last month. It was not a big affair and due to our world wide situation we are all going to find out birthdays unusually quiet this year! It is strange that this year our eldest grandson turns six in a few days, hubby turns seventy mother in law turns one hundred… Not to mention everyone else the whole world….and it will be different.
Well that’s ramble enough, HAPPY BIRTHDAY again for last month Jim, HAPPY BIRTHDAY everyone, whenever.
So what is our prompt for this week for Song Lyric SundayBirthday/Cake/Gift/Party/Surprise
Two songs spring to mind immediately Its my Party by Lesley Gore and MacArthur Park by Jimmy Webb.
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!
Lyrics from lyrics.com
“It’s My Party” was credited to John Gluck, Wally Gold and Herb Weiner, staff writers at the Aaron Schroeder Music firm in 1962. The lyrics were actually written by Seymour Gottlieb, a freelance songwriter. He gave the lyrics to Herb Weiner, with whom he partnered in writing songs, to peddle. It was based on actual events relating to Gottlieb’s daughter Judy’s ‘Sweet 16’ party, before which she cried over the prospect of her grandparents being invited.[4] The demo for the song was cut by Barbara Jean English, a girl group veteran (the Clickettes, the Fashions), who was then working as a receptionist at the firm. She also worked with Jimmy Radcliffe, serving as the firm’s in-house demo singer. Radcliffe produced the demo, and, according to English, “tried to persuade Musicor [the label owned by Aaron Schroeder] to release it as a record, or to take me into a master studio and redo it, but they weren’t interested.”[5]
The first recording of the song was in 1962 by The Chiffons for their One Fine Day album.[citation needed] It was also recorded by Helen Shapiro for her Helen in Nashville album in February 1963 with Shapiro’s regular producer, Norrie Paramor, and also Al Kasha. Shapiro would recall: “Right from the first time we heard the song on the rough demo back in London, we thought we were going to sock them between the eyes with that one”;[5] however, Shapiro’s version was not one of the cuts chosen as an advance single from the album and by the time of the album’s release that October the “It’s My Party” track was perceived as a cover of Lesley Gore’s hit.
Lesley Gore recalls that “It’s My Party” was among some two hundred demos producer Quincy Jones brought to review with her in the den of her family home in February 1963. On hearing “It’s My Party,” Gore told Jones: “That’s not half bad. I like it. Good melody. Let’s put it on the maybe pile.” The song proved to be the only demo Gore and Jones found agreeable. More information here.
Well that’s my songs for this week I am sure many will pick these songs too but they cover most of the prompt. Have a good Sunday and Stay Safe out there💜💜💜
Our Lovely Hugh has invited us to spread some joy, he said:
“Have you seen any videos of people doing the same thing as the Marsh family by creating something that has got people laughing? Share it with us in the comments section or by creating a new blog post, linking back to this post. Click here to find out how to create a pingback.”
Well here is my favourite of the moment, great song and very clever information which is really helpful too!
There are loads out there so do get searching and sharing.
This week Jim Adams our gallant host has given us the prompt :March 29, 2020 – Touch/Feel, for Song Lyric Sunday.
Isn’t it ironic as Alanis Morissette would say we have the prompt Touch/Feel in the middle of all this social distancing. Anyway sending love and virtual hugs to everyone out there wherever you are.
I have chosen a song written by Imogen Heap. It’s called Entanglement. She wrote the song about her and her partner Michael Lebor. He is a film director and he directed and is in the video with Imogen. I absolutely love this song combined with the video I find it magical. The video was film at Imogen’s house.
Imogen Jennifer Heap (/born 9 December 1977) is an English singer-songwriter, record producer and audio engineer. Born in the London Borough of Havering, Heap became classically trained in piano, cello and clarinet at a young age. She began writing songs at the age of 13 and, while attending boarding school, taught herself both guitar and drums, as well as music production on Atari computers. Heap signed to independent record label Almo Sounds at the age of 18 and later began working with experimental pop band Acacia, alongside Guy Sigsworth, as a frequent guest vocalist. More information at Wiki
“Entanglement”
Here we are Blood pressure rising fast Air electric Conduct this orchestra
A micro utopia born As the overture plays This prelude to life long love Our bodies’ entanglement take You all over me Me all over you
Fearless heart I’m going to take care of you Whether spark or spiral I’ll pull the strength of suns
It’s home where you hold me So show me no mercy On islands of cotton Taboos get forgotten Our body entanglement wants You all over me Me all over you
Burst me into bloom I dare you to Lose yourself in our embodiment Ravage this palate of pinks and reds Dissolve into radiance
It’s home where you hold me So show me no mercy On islands of cotton Taboos get forgotten Our body entanglement wants You all over me Me all over you.
She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.
Okay I am a day behind but, yesterday was a really busy one..mm so what day is it anyway?
Woke up between 5am and 6am with cramp, tried to get back to sleep then the sickness started, I was up by seven fifteen no point in trying to sleep. The sickness in the morning usually passes after I get up and move around. I have had it now since I broke my back the second time, ten years ago. Let Ruby out to do her business, she is always delighted to see me. It a beautiful day again, sun in the blue sky.
Hubby got up and when checked his phone he found two worrying emails, about Ruby’s food. Our firm of choice is in Germany. They said that they had our order but could not say when it could be dealt with. The other was our fall back choice and their email said that they were closing their site for four days as they could not cope with orders. Action was needed Ruby needs food!
So we rang the local pet food retailers and luckily for us we found our nearest outlet had two bags of not quite Ruby’s food, she has a delicate stomach and has Royal Canin light. They only had the Royal Canin joint care but that will do, we can’t be picky, so hubby dashed off only stopping to dress and clean his teeth! Luckily he got two bags for Ruby fingers crossed we have nearly two months of food for her. Hopefully her order will arrive by then .
Food for Ruby secured we took her for walk, to our quite place. It’s so erie walking around an empty woodland .
We got back and I did my usual checks on family and friends. Hubby did a morning’s gardening and I hoovered and washed all my floors and did some cooking.
Then a lady who lives near who is blind as is her partner rang. She wanted some shopping and her gas topped up. As it was important we sorted that out for her. I have to say it was rather stressful as not all people are not keep the proper social distancing. So we got them sorted out, though they also did not seem to grasp the idea, that we were going to leave the food on the door step and post the gas card and key back through their door.
They have a list of phone numbers of young healthy people who are ready and waiting to help. I know this might sound mean but hubby is in the wrong age group to be out in shops and I am not far off it either. We must look after ourselves as well. I don’t want either of us to get the virus, I don’t want anyone to get the virus. We will help anyone if we can but we are not going to put ourselves at unnecessary risk again. We will shop once a week and exercise Ruby, apart from that we will do as asked and stay in. When we shop we can pick up for others if needed. But no more risk taking when people have help on hand but are too proud to ask for it.
Early evening we cooked some meals for the freezer, we make a good team when we try. Then we had steak and salad for dinner. We were exhausted mentally and physically. Middle son, rang a few times, and eldest son rang a couple of times he is still shopping in small shops. I am afraid I lost it with him, and told him he is at risk! To get out and stock up at a big store then I can relax…..a few rude words! He rang later and said it was all done, sorry and I can stop worrying. ….okay I went over the top but he’s one of my boys!
Our middle lad who has been sent home from work for 12 weeks because he is at risk, found out today his and his colleagues have to take a drop in pay and shift allowance that is happening to a lot of people.
The youngest lad who has two children and has been working from home for a while, told me he had printed leaflets offering help and giving his phone number. He said he goes out each morning to see if anyone has put a leaflet out, signalling a request for hope. He has already had some phone calls.
After dinner I whatapped a friend who is on her own, we had a video call and it cheered us both up. It’s the little things that help a lot. So reach out and talk to friends and family.
Hi It’s Sunday again and it is time for Jim Adams to give us our weekly prompt for #SLS. This week our words are Promise/Vow/Oath .
Well you can’t beat John Denver can you !
Henry John Deutschendorf Jr. (December 31, 1943 – October 12, 1997), known professionally as John Denver, was an American singer-songwriter, record producer, actor, activist, and humanitarian, whose greatest commercial success was as a solo singer. After traveling and living in numerous locations while growing up in his military family, Denver began his music career with folk music groups during the late 1960s. Starting in the 1970s, he was one of the most popular acoustic artists of the decade and one of its best-selling artists. By 1974, he was one of America’s best-selling performers, and AllMusic has described Denver as “among the most beloved entertainers of his era”. Information from Wikipedia
Then in these strange times we should all vow to our country, what ever country that is. I wish you all well , and safe.
I picked this video for Beck Goldsmith’s voice it’s so beautiful and pure. She says :
I’m a vocalist, songwriter and composer.
I’m originally from Nottinghamshire, currently live in Derbyshire and often work in London.
I write and record for film, tv and pleasure.
I love playing with textures, atmospheres and soundscapes and am currently exploring creative response to place through contemporary, immersive and experimental forms.
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love; The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; The love that never falters, the love that pays the price The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice
And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace
It’s Sunday again and time for Song Lyric Sunday, brought to us by our brill host Jim Adams. Our prompt this week for March 15, 2020 is Give/Get/Take/Receive/Send
Okay firstly lets go with Gamma Pulse and Give and Take.
My second choice is Alanis Morissette singing Receive
Alanis Nadine Morissette (born June 1, 1974) is a Canadian-American singer, songwriter, record producer, and actress. Known for her emotive mezzo-soprano voice, Morissette began her career in Canada in the early 1990s with two mildly successful dance-pop albums.Afterwards, as part of a recording deal, she moved to Holmby Hills, Los Angeles and in 1995 released Jagged Little Pill, a more rock-oriented album which sold more than 33 million copies globally and is her most critically acclaimed work. Her follow-up album, Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie, was released in 1998. More info here.
“Receive” is a song by Canadian-American recording artist Alanis Morissette, released as the third single from her eighth studio album, Havoc and Bright Lights (2012). The song was written by Morissette and Guy Sigsworth, and produced by Joe Chiccarelli. It is a rock ballad about a relationship in which one person gives more than the other, and the wear it causes to the people involved.
And finally memories of my childhood the wonderful Adam Faith singing Send a Message to Martha (Kentucky Bluebird).
Terence Nelhams-Wright (23 June 1940 – 8 March 2003), known as Adam Faith, was an English teen idol, singer, actor and financial journalist. He was one of the most charted acts of the 1960s.He became the first UK artist to lodge his initial seven hits in the Top 5. He was also one of the first UK acts to record original songs regularly.
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha She sings each night in some caf? In her search to find wealth and fame I hear Martha has gone and changed her name
It’s a year since she was here Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her I love her more each day As the train pulled out down the track Martha promised she’d soon be coming back
Oh, tell her how my heart just breaks in two Since she journeyed far And even though her dreams of fame fell through To me she will always be a star
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her to start for home today When you find her please let her know Rich or poor, I will always love her so
I am running so late today , I have not had time to write a post for International Women’s Day. I thought I would re-post an SoCs from November 2016. In that post I paid tribute to the women of WW1 and WW2 who took over all the jobs that the men who had been sent off to war left empty here in what was known then as Great Britain.
Not only did the women do these , sometimes very dangerous jobs,but they looked after the families and homes. Now I do not wish in any way to detract from the huge sacrifice of all the men who fought for our countries during the two wars .
First a poem.
Remember the women left back home.
They made the ammunition for Tommy
Dangerous work,they died too, it was not funny.
Women became officers of the law
Something never heard of before.
Nurses, drivers even pilots for planes
Remember them we will never know their names
Someone had to give the farmers a hand
Remember the men were at war in a foreign land.
The members of the ” fairer sex ”
Drove the buses, trains and lorries
Kept all essential job going, however complex
They also fed the family and kept the Home Fires Burning
And then a song.
During the wars WW1 and WW2 women filled in the gaps that the men who had been sent off to war left. It is not always remembered that they worked in the factories drove buses , trains and flew planes and probably sailed ships. They became members of the forces, nurses at home and on the war front too. They were also seconded into the police these jobs were almost unheard of for women before the first world war. They also had to do hard farm labour on the farms to help keep the food supplies going.
Women worked in shipyards, built planes and also made ammunition, hard and dangerous work.
It was not just the fact that the bombs , shells or landmines could explode if mishandled but the TNT was dangerous to the women’s health.
Also some Facts.
” Munitions workers whose job was filling shells were prone to suffer from TNT poisoning. TNT stood for Trinitrotoluene – an explosive which turned the skin yellow of those who regularly came into contact with it. The munitions workers who were affected by this were commonly known as ‘canaries’ due to their bright yellow appearance. Although the visible effects usually wore off, some women died from working with TNT, if they were exposed to it for a prolonged period. As Ethel Dean, who worked at Woolwich Arsenal, recalled, ‘Everything that, that powder touches goes yellow. All the girls’ faces were yellow, all round their mouths. They had their own canteen, in which everything was yellow that they touched… Everything they touched went yellow – chairs, tables, everything.’ (IWM SR 9439) More imformation here
Women did so many jobs that before the first world war, those of the middle and higher class would never even contemplated. Many died of injury and of disease due to chemicals, asbestos used in badly ventilated buildings.
All images from Google Images women at war WW1 and WW2
My tribute to all women past present and future. We have always and always will pick up the slack , support men and do our best. Today there are women leading full services lives in all our armed forces and police
Its Sunday and time again for our dear host Jim Adams to give us the prompt for SLS. Today he has given us the Primary Directions, North, South, East and West.
My first choice is Sting and a song he suposedly wrote about his leaving home in Northumberland, North of England, in hopes of hitting in big in London. Full of hope, ambitions. He also had phone number in his pocket, the phone number belonged to Stuart Copeland.
Gordon Matthew Thomas SumnerCBE (born 2 October 1951), known as Sting, is an English musician and actor. He was the principal songwriter, lead singer, and bassist for the new wave rock band the Police from 1977 to 1984, and launched a solo career in 1985. Sting has included elements of rock, jazz, reggae, classical, new-age and worldbeat in his music. More information here
“Heading South On The Great North Road”
Many have gone before us now, Many have tried and failed somehow, Many a soul on the Queen’s highway, Where many a tail light glowed, With the promise of a better life, Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
Only the dark we left behind, Will chase us as the road unwinds, But out of sight is out of mind, With many a debt still owed, And the promise of a different life… Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
Many a dog went wandering, To sup on fortune’s dregs, And many a dog came straggling home, His tail between his sorry legs.
Many a caged bird spread his wings, Many a vain bird crowed, And many a songbird lost her way, Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
Many a band of brothers rode, In many a painted wagon, Many an unsecured load, Whenever a climbing truck was slowed, There was many a traveler’s curse bestowed, Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
Many a transport greasy spoon, Many a wasted afternoon, Where many a maiden gave her heart, And many a gift bestowed, But a gift is a yoke to a traveling man, Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
If we get back home, we’ll tell our tales To all of those who’ll listen, The might have beens, the chances lost, The monies that went missing…
All the memories we’ll unload, The wild oats that we’ll claim we’d sowed, The stages where we proudly strode, As if our cups had over flowed, With the promise of a different life… Heading South on the Great North Road, South on the Great North Road.
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Next I chose, In To The West by Annie Lennox. It’s from the Lord of the rings and one of my favourite films.
So that’s North, South and West which only leaves East . So I chose West end Girls by the Pet Shop Boys. I know I have done west but East is in the lyrics as in East end boys.
“West End Girls” is a song by the English pop duo Pet Shop Boys. Written by Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe, the song was released twice as a single. The song’s lyrics are concerned with class and the pressures of inner-city life which were inspired partly by T. S. Eliot‘s poem The Waste Land. It was generally well received by contemporary music critics and has been frequently cited as a highlight in the duo’s career.
West end girls!
Sometimes you’re better off dead There’s a gun in your hand and it’s pointing at your head You think you’re mad too unstable Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables In a restaurant in a west end town Call the police there’s madman around Running down, underground to a dive bar In a west end town
In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls West end girls
Too many shadows whispering voices Faces on posters too many choices If, when, why, what? How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it if so how often? Which do you choose a hard or soft option?
In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls West end girls West end girls
In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls Ooh, west end town a dead end world East end boys west end girls West end girls West end girls
You can find a place that no one knows Where money talks and streets are gold Someone stands in every door And if they speak they break the law
You’ve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone Just you wait ’til I get you home We’ve got no future, we’ve got no past Here today, built to last In every city in every nation From Lake Geneva to the Finland station In a west end town a dead end world The east end boys and west end girls A west end town a dead end world East end boys west end girls West end girls
(We can work something out) (We can work something out) Ask a question-blank faces Read the news and turn the pages Watch them play a different game And no one knows your name (We- west) No one knows your name (Uh, uh, uh) (West end girls) (West end girls)
(How far have you been?) (How far have you been?) (How far have you been?) (How far have you been?)
And no one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name No one knows your name
