Just a heads up because I have been keeping mine down.

I really don’t know where to start but I feel if I don’t start soon I may just melt into the ether and I don’t want to do that!

Perhaps if I just go chronologically things might become clear to you and hopefully to me .

6th September we dropped Ruby off at an “almost sister’s house” to stay for four nights while we were away.

7th September we headed for London, west London to our old stomping ground to meet people we have known on and off for over 65 years. We were meeting up to scatter the ashes of our bestman Bob.

© willowdot21

There were eleven of us present , Bob’s ex-wife and his only son amongst the number. We met at the park at the bottom of the road he grew up in until he married and moved out.

© willowdot21 Bob Last year.

After scattering the ashes we went for a pub lunch and reminised a lot more.

8th September we were packed and picked up my sister and her husband and drove up to Norwich for our niece’s wedding. Late afternoon we arrived at our hotel, after a long and very wet drive. We had a coffee then went to the station to pick up my eldest sister and bought her back to the hotel.

Then we heard the very sad but not unexpected news that our Queen Elizabeth had died. We had a long reflective and chatty dinner.

I was born in 1953 , a few months after the Queen’s Coronation. Therefore the Queen has been the figure head to the background of my whole life. We all knew she would not live forever but , old and tired and yes indeed her hands in the photo of her meeting Liz Truss, our new Prime Minister, looked very bruised, suggesting she had had a canular fitted. Even so her death came as a real shock.

One of my brother’s received a M. B. E. From the Queen, for recognition of his Army Career and service to his country. I saw the lovely photos of him, his wife and daughter at the Palace. My sister Frankie accompanied her husband to a Royal Garden party. We also saw lovely photos of that occasion too.

Apparently the road my family lived in when I was growing up was often used by the Queen on her way to Heathrow Airport or London Airport as it known then. This was before the M4 motorway was built. One day my mum was out walking with me in her arms. The Queen’s car went by, my mum lifted me up and she said that the young Queen smiled and waved…. I was too young to remember.

thank you for your service mam 💜

The 9th of September dawned bright and we went out for a walk after breakfast we found our way out to some woods and found a very spooky looking building which was an Asylum in its day. We met a nice young chap who told us all about the place….he was a painter and decorator and was working in the building behind which is a prison for the criminally insane…..

© willowdot21 .

So then back to the hotel to get ready , then all five of us squeezed into the car…not really it is a big car! Off to the wedding and the heavens opened! ..it rained all through the service , canapes and drinks and the meal and speaches finally it q I’ll cleared up to a lovely evening!

The wedding started normally enough, a friend of the bride was playing the piano beautifully when suddenly she started playing Darth Vader’s theme from StarWars. Low and behold Four Star troopers, Boda Fett and Darth Vader walked up the ailse , apparently they were there so Darth could claim the bride . Thankfully the Groom and Groom’s men successful saw the interlopers off. The service then continued without a hitch!

© willowdot21
All the while the rain was relentless. © willowdot21

Now rain at a wedding is supposed to bode good luck and happiness. It also brings rainbows which are definitely a good luck sign 🌈.

Lots of love for Steve & Sarah. © willowdot21.

10th September we packed up and after breakfast we took eldest sister to the station then went back to pick up other sister and her husband for the journey home. Another long day. In the evening we went and got Ruby back she had had a great stay with her new friend Bo, nearly sister’s new dog .

© willowdot21

Sunday was washing, dog walking and housework and reading book one of a two book series which you will hear more of soon.

Monday 12th started a week of Drs appointments , phone calls, and the like, hubby is still not well and having trouble with his ears and hearing and other worrying things. We have had our seasonal flu jabs and we booked up for our Covid booster. It’s all go here.

Shopping, helping family and neighbours also filled the week, the weekend was busy too and all the while I wanted to blog but just could not settle to it. There were a few family birthdays three infact!

Then Monday 19th was The Queens funeral and yes we watched it for most of the day. It was meticulously done and really very touching and beautiful. The Royal family really had a very long and exhausting fully of emotions and even tears for their beloved, Mum, Gran and great Gran….Rest in peace Marm you have done your bit.. God Save the King, Charles 111.

R.I.P. Elizabeth.

So here we are halfway through another week and all I can ask is that you could be patient and I will try to catch up …as soon as I can.💜💜💜

One-Liner Wednesday: Dance.

Picture courtesy of Joel Valve- Unsplash

I may not be perfect but I am whole.
When things get too much and depressions wanting fed.
Bugger it I shout and go dancing in my head

© willowdot21

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 23, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

LindaGHill is here with our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the first 2-5 words at the top of the closest printed matter.” Open (if necessary) the closest printed matter to you. Use the first 2-5 words at the top of the page any way you’d like in your post. Have fun!

“Contrary to many people’s fear” Those five words always cause me to stress out. So I was not best pleased when they were the words I read from the book hubby is reading. Now that is a thing in itself because Hubby is not a reader and he would rather listen to the radio or watch TV.
I was sceptical when his old friend came round with the book for him to read. I even said, “He will never read that , he doesn’t read books” well he doesn’t. The book is called Dear Life and is written by Rachel Clarke

So back to my fear of “Contrary to many people’s fear” whenever a sentence starts with that I see trouble brewing.
Contrary to many people’s fear” the petrol prices will drop soon… Really?
Contrary to many people’s fear“….. utility prices will stabilize, Really?

Contrary to many people’s fear” the war in Ukraine will end soon… Really?
Contrary to many people’s fear” the NHS is not on the verge of collapse…Really?
Contrary to many people’s fear” global warming is not real…. Really????
I could go on but it’s too depressing so ,” Contrary to many people’s fear” this is not going to be a long drawn out and repetitive post. I am done now.

Anger.

This is an old poem I have reviewed and revamped and I hope made it stronger

image from here

Anger is nasty, harsh and mean
Anger is aggressive always causing a scene.
Anger is childish demanding attention
Anger, kicking out, smashing all convention.

Laughing when you break down and cry
Never giving a shit nor will it
explain why.
Growing in the dark, feeding on insecurities and hate
Ever feeding on panic it can never sate

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger is ever present spoiling all it touches
Anger, a vicious bitch kicking away your crutches.
Anger a cancer chewing at your bowel
Never flinching however much you howl.

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger is a malicious back stabbing snide
It will rip you apart and toss you to one side.
Anger will suck your blood and gnaw on your bone
It will drain you of life and dump lost and alone.

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger ever present stripping the good away
Never gives in, chipping away at you night and day
Growing and gathering momentum consuming you from within
Dripping viscous poison in your ear whilst wearing a grin

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Recoiling from kindness and light
It feeds on your soul by day and night.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 16, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Linda is here again with our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. What are the chances of that? Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bagged.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

BAGGED

Hello I am Ruby and I have a tail, hahaha, I also have a tale of injustice to tell. Many moons ago when I first retired and moved in with Willow and her Hubby (he is my favourite because he walked me on my free exercise walks from when I started work as a guide dog at sixteen months, anyway I digress) . As I was saying not long after I moved in I was framed for a henious crime! I WAS BAGGED!

When willow came now early one morning she found me with her shopping bag around my neck! Well she could not believe what she saw and so she took a photo of me! The indignity!

© willowdot21

The fact that I am licking my lips in that photo has nothing to do with the bag of carrots that had been left in said bag and was now empty. Those carrots had been cut up and bagged for me to snack on while we were out! So in essence they were my carrots and you can steal what is yours can you?

I was questioned about the carrots and the ripped up plastic bag, they had been bagged in! I was told the fact I was wearing the shoppingbag around my neck meant I was guilty, caught red pawed, banged to rights and bagged!

No one believed me when I explained it was willow’s tame Vampire Bear who had eaten the carrots , hung the bag around my neck and framed me in fact bagged me! I mean would you trust this guy??

© willowdot21

Well would you ? I certainly wouldn’t, don’t and never will! He got me Bagged!

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #17. Use WORK as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image
.Ronovanwrite’s .
© willowdot21

We’re born to the treadmill, step by step we toil.
Some work till they die, others have lives of leisure. Gaia just moved on with the seasons.
We should work to live not live to work, that’s the nature of things .

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

She who hesitates is lost.

.

Apparently I have been blogging for eleven years?
Really, I’m surprised I’ve not bored you all to tears.
WordPress sent me a shiny new certificate
Which I forgot to retrieve, until it was too late.
I’ve asked them nicely could I have another copy
As I missed out by being slow and sloppy.
Sadly “no we can’t” was their reply
But they hoped with them I’d continue to fly.
So here I am trying to celebrate
I have no proof I was too late.
Sadly it is a case of she who hesitates loses!
I am not fibbing, this is the *truthies.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

*Truthies, poetic license to make the rhyme.

Thank you all for following me !

I am

All💜

How have we come to this?

© willowdot21

Yesterday, Nineteen young children and two adults died in a shooting at a primary school in south Texas.

Watch the wall.


Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by,
Hush now everyone or he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.

He doesn’t care that guns are not allowed
I know he will not stop to think before firing into a crowd.

Try not to whimper as he will hear that too
He has shot your little friends for less and he will do the same to you.

Here, cuddled up to me my darlings lets all play sleeping lions
Keep calm or become more satistics in this crime.
Yes those are your friends my darlings but we cannot help them now.
You are in my care here and to keep you safe I vow .

Who is he is my darlings I have no idea,
We need not think of him, he is of no consequence my dear.
What is important is that you stay with me here.
Silent as a mouse, no noise for him to hear.

Oh! yes. Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by,
Hush now everyone, he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.


I wote this poem in November 2012 after the school Massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School. There have been more massacres since and not only in schools, places of worship, supermarkets, concerts. Nothing has changed nothing has been done… WHY? There have been so many of these incidents in the intervening years that now Gun Shootings in schools cause more children’s deaths than any other reason in America .

The media should not give the murders any air time they should should not be named . This only encourages the next mad man or woman to out do them. Gun laws need to be stricter and no one needs a gun in their home. Mental health needs to have more funds pumped into it so these people can be found and treated before they cause such grief.

Let us not forget the forgotten victims these shootings, all the murder’s families.

How have we come to this, Children killing Children?

Anyone seen the key?

arrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Where do the hours and the days go. I have been lost in a fug since Thursday. I just can’t get my head together or cope with all your posts flooding into my email . I am drowning in exhaustion , I am so busy there is not a moment in time right now that is not fully spoken for and agressively demanding my attention.

I have tried all day to make time to read my mail and write a post. It’s now 2.46 pm and I have, granted, read a few posts but I have written nothing. To be honest I am not really pleased with this but my head is bursting and I need to get some words out .

head fit to explode
thoughts clamouring for escape
it’s like a geyser
wanting to burst and flow free
but I can’t find the damn key.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 23, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “too/to/two.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Extra bonus points if you start your post with one. Enjoy!

image from Pixabay

To reach for the stars ✨ is what we all have in our hearts. Whether we admit it or not , we might tell ourselves we are reaching for success, fame, love but truly we are reaching for the stars. Why? Because we are made up of stardust and to the stars we must return.

Too many people spend their lives racing around in circles trying to beat others to their goal. Look at America and Russia, those two countries spent a lot of time and money trying to get into space or to the moon first. All this while too many problems on this planet have gone through the roof . War , Famine, Greed, Plagues and Destruction of our planet too . Okay I will change track before I get too preachy!

Two by two we pair off in life, it may not last but it might. Too many relationships fail, sometimes by too much effort on side and sometimes not enough but that is life. We all know that don’t we.

Well I think it’s time for me to wind this up before I get too deep and offend one or two of you.

Have a great Saturday, be kind to yourself and others too, try to do at least two kind things today.

© hotpinkwellingtons. Two grandsons. © willowdot21

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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