tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89842344009359849982024-03-13T04:08:26.498+00:00 A Mixed BagFor one minute, walk outside, stand there, in silence, look up at the sky and contemplate how amazing life is.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.comBlogger1514125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-40124477113120658412020-07-23T11:39:00.000+01:002020-07-23T11:39:38.634+01:00Fairthewell
Hello folks, I have some bad news for you, at least I think it is bad news. I am quitting. Yes, you read that right. Thing is, I am too old for this game or any other game and it is all down to age and degeneration. I cannot describe how I feel but a few hundred handkerchiefs might help.Seriously, I have blogged for many, many years and enjoyed it all. Mainly, though, I have enjoyed the Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-24227488928920522662020-07-08T09:53:00.001+01:002020-07-08T09:53:27.531+01:00THIS AND THAT ....
1. Why did it take me so long to sort out what goes where, when and why? I am talking about posting stuff on line, but I guess you knew that ... wink.
2. I used to be a dab hand at publishing but I at my vast age I forget stuff too easily.
3, Give in, says brain, Why should I, says I?
4. Well I gave up on the story after several attempts. Stick to what you know, saysValeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-35289680541065107912020-07-03T17:12:00.001+01:002020-07-03T17:12:23.040+01:00My Trip - worth repeating .. I wish!
In 1954 Patrick and I did the journey to Cape Castle to celebrate his parents ruby wedding, a grand affair with a marquee and a slap-up meal and attended, it seemed, by the entire population of Northern Ireland.'A great fuss,' grumbled Patrick, who was not keen on crowded functions. Nevertheless, he didn't mind joining his four brothers for after-dinner drinks … half a crate of Bushmills Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-3623130148018506412020-07-02T18:35:00.000+01:002020-07-02T18:35:04.917+01:00Hellooooooo
Well now, remember me? I have no idea what I am doing but thought I would give it a go, after all it is a long time since I last blogged. If it wasn't for a guy who knows his way around I wouldn't be here now. I was persuaded, you see. Don't let 'em beat you was the cry.
This is a practice job, an attempt to find things and try my hand at blogging again. I miss it, but the aching Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-88805360881372323792020-06-11T14:03:00.000+01:002020-06-11T14:03:28.798+01:00Ghosts
A TRUE HAPPENINGHoping you hadn't read this before..... thing is, I am trying to master the ways and means of posting on this new style Blogger.
It is an old post but one that proves the existence of ghosts. I promise you it is Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-54066716599657154842020-06-06T10:23:00.000+01:002020-06-08T09:38:21.812+01:00NEVER TOO OLD
Julia Smith wondered if at seventy-three she was too old for
partying but Arthur Rowlands persuaded her otherwise.
'Never too
old for a knees-up' he said as he pinned a corsage of orchids to the bodice of
her long lilac gown.
'My knees
wouldn't agree,' retorted Julia as she lowered her head to sniff the
flowers.
&Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-17407100877740420652020-06-05T10:48:00.000+01:002020-06-05T10:48:28.196+01:00THE COMMITTEE
Well, let’s get down to business, shall we? Would you be so
good as to turn off your telly, please, Mrs Hailestone? Thank you. That’s
better. It’s very good of you to let us use your front room. I think we’re all assembled... Mrs Brill, Miss Culch, Mrs Pell, Mrs Hailestone, May and me. All right
then, May, let’s have the minutes of the last meeting.
Oh, May. You’re supposed to have Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-41650250844612132642020-06-04T10:05:00.001+01:002020-06-04T10:05:49.253+01:00
HELLOOOOOO
It's no use, I just can't live without blogging. I miss my friends too much to carry on in my stubborn way. So what if I offended Google! Google surely wont raise the cane and tell me what a naughty girl I am - even though what happened was no fault of mine. Even Charlie the cat seems to want me out of his hair, so to speak, so I am asking you for an opinion. Do I or don't IValeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-38267529217691865802020-05-27T11:49:00.001+01:002020-05-27T11:49:32.267+01:00Hellooooooo.........
Oh WOW! Yes, it's me and oh boy am I glad to be back on line. Two weeks without contact on-line, two weeks without something to do to while away the time, two weeks without pals to talk to. Mind you I was just getting used to doing nothing but housework when out of the blue a guy turns up to sort things out on the computer. Whoops, that's not right, it wasn't the computer at fault, it was the Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-18986423239808444032020-05-15T18:12:00.002+01:002020-05-15T18:12:43.701+01:00Me again,,,, oh I wish!
I am unable to send individual messages - sadly - and typing with two fingers is worse than when I learned how to type.
I want to say thanks for messages via the blog, it seems the only way Google will allow. And to Ron, thanks for the card, which I have not seen. It will be a sad birthday, I think.
Latest news is that the engineer will not be visiting me in the near future,Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-71927643951653236442020-05-13T12:49:00.000+01:002020-05-13T12:49:08.432+01:00Yes, it is ME!
I found an opening and took a chance on saying Hi to you all.
My usual method of blogging has broken down DRAMATICALLY.
All being well and the virus allows the engineer just might be able to reconnect me to my blogging friends. I do hope you are all well. I will be back ASAP and cannot wait.
TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELVES
Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-38166466392445190582020-05-06T15:52:00.000+01:002020-05-06T15:55:40.297+01:00MORE THIS AND THAT...
1. Fingers crossed that normal shopping will be resumed one
day.
2. Sneezed last night, it nearly scared me to death. For a
minute I thought I’d joined the ranks of sufferers.
3. Wondering what it’s like walking outside…. hehe, I cheat
by walking in the garden.
4. Also wondering what it’s like actually talking to people.
5. Hairdresser texted
to say she misses Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-63536136411602378612020-05-04T10:01:00.002+01:002020-05-04T10:01:33.139+01:00A TALE OF LONG AGO....
This is a story of long ago, but it backs up my opinion of our wonderful police force.
Set the scene:
My son and I lived in a very large house, divided into two
flats. My flat was on the ground floor, accessible by front and side doors. The
side entrance was reached via an alleyway between houses, and through a gate
that led to the yard.
As a single Mum I had to work. Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-80758367515799510402020-05-02T10:41:00.000+01:002020-05-02T10:41:14.909+01:00HAVE A GO
This is funny to try and you feel like a idiot doing it..
How smart is Your Right Foot ?
Just try this. It is from an orthopaedic surgeon.....
.......
It will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again
to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's programmed
in your brain!
1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-28983816052364940042020-04-29T10:12:00.000+01:002020-04-29T10:12:33.869+01:00A DOGGY TALE
LIFE OUTSIDE THE TOY BOX
Once a dog’s best
friend, always a dog’s best friend, or so I thought. But after he’d gone I was relegated
to a keepsake box with all the other toys he used to play with. By he, I mean,Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-72324204254310474262020-04-28T11:14:00.000+01:002020-04-28T11:14:08.396+01:00A REAL PICK ME UP
She sat at the table next to mine, such a beautiful specimen
of womanhood. Yes, even at her ripe age. I guessed at around 75, she was
pleasing to look at. I tried not to stare, I mean, it’s rude to stare, but
since I had never seen anyone like her I couldn’t help it.
Her hair was creamy-white, so pure in colour it made her
skin seem pale. They blended so well I found it difficult to seeValeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-87843590214952372312020-04-27T09:53:00.002+01:002020-04-27T09:53:59.741+01:00What the heck....
?
What the heck is going on with posts? Everything that goes on
the sidebar is twisted to read something different or removed altogether, and
suddenly I am looking at stuff from years ago.
I ask you, who is in charge here?
Is anyone else having the same or similar problems?
Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-53654049322660870152020-04-26T14:55:00.000+01:002020-04-26T14:55:07.480+01:00MORE THIS AND THAT...
1. When nothing happens there is nothing to talk about?
2. Charlie the cat woke me this morning, licked my cheek and
meowed. It wasn’t until I got up that I knew why. He wanted to show off his
latest capture. A frog. Fortunately for me it was dead, otherwise I would have
been leaping about trying to catch it.
3. Silence is golden but thank goodness for radios, phones,
and TVs.
4.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-48405831424627646452020-04-24T09:22:00.001+01:002020-04-24T09:22:53.950+01:00MY TREE
No-one knows the story, only me
No-one knows the wisdom
Of the old oak tree
He stood alone for many years
And watched the world go by
He sees the ever-changing shapes
Of clouds high in the sky
He talks to all the people,
Although they never listen
But I suspect the children know
That he sheds some tears that glisten
Because he feels so lonely
And very, very sad
That Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-76737187042611646252020-04-21T13:36:00.000+01:002020-04-21T13:36:09.619+01:00HERE IT IS FOLKS... FEAR AWAITS AT JOURNEYS END ... INTACT
Welcome back, folks, and I apologise for messing things up with this story.
I have deliberately reblogged the part you have already seen and read so that the story flow is not interrupted once more.
My apologies ... and if possible ... ENJOY
The deeper the express train travelled into the tunnel the clearer became the woman's reflection in the window, giving Arthur Mott a Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-86880108559327083602020-04-21T10:00:00.001+01:002020-04-21T10:00:22.920+01:00CONFESSION
FEAR AWAITS AT JOURNEYS END
Good morning, friends.
I am elderly and forgetful, as by now you will have realised. So many bloggers asked for the full story of FEAR AWAITS AT JOURNEYS END that I was shamed into searching for the text. Could I find it? Could I heck! That is until I started searching through the books on the bookcase. I knew I wouldn't find it thereValeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-11268655813173180242020-04-18T10:55:00.000+01:002020-04-18T10:55:55.689+01:00FEAR AWAITS AT JOURNEY'S END - a repeat
The
deeper the express train travelled into the tunnel the clearer became the
woman's reflection in the window, giving Arthur Mott a chance to stare without
her knowing. Now, instead of occasional glimpses of her profile, he could see
the whole of her face. Short, wiry hair curved around her ears like dappled
muffs; dark hair, so flecked with grey it reminded him of pewter. He guessed
her Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-8817221614311031592020-04-13T10:15:00.000+01:002020-04-13T10:57:10.107+01:00MORE THIS AND THAT....
Some of you may remember that I once had a schoolboy do odd jobs for
me. Well he is now a working lad so that was the end of his odd job business. He called round the other day and asked if there was
anything I wanted. I said No, mainly because there was nothing that needed
doing.
Later the same day he sent another text
asking, on behalf of his mother, if I needed any shopping. I Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-37278260747521014262020-04-10T10:50:00.000+01:002020-04-10T10:50:09.965+01:00Unwanted wildlife
I woke up this morning and had a huge surprise… a kitchen full
of ants.
Yes, I said ANTS. Hundreds of the damn things. It took me ages to kill
them all. And what a mess. After clearing away the dead bodies I had to scrub
the kitchen floor … not the happiest of jobs at my age and my poor back. It made
me think! Have I got lazy in my old age or is it because I now pay people to do
Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984234400935984998.post-81970556065824624512020-04-07T14:44:00.002+01:002020-04-07T14:44:46.327+01:00MORE THIS AND THAT....
Well, hello. How are you doing? I thought it was about
time I put pen to paper, er… sorry, I mean fingers to keys. There is nothing
worth talking about, really, but as I need to keep in touch with blogging pals
I will summon the brain and have a go.
Not been doing much, but am still getting check-up phone
calls from my son. From never hearing from him or meeting him we have suddenly Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.com20