Every day is a beautiful day if you walk on the sunny side of the street

Every day is a beautiful day if you walk on the sunny side of the street
The view from my kitchen window...

Saturday, 20 September 2014

Growing old is but a number

Thank you for your lovely comments on the last post. Straight after the interview we packed the car and were away on mini break. We had a lovely few days in Wales and then we met up with our three sons in Chester to celebrate our eldest son's birthday (he's 28!!)

It's been a lovely break from the norm.

As we were walking along this beach I was pondering  "Blimey I don't  feel old enough to have a son turning 28."  I am not worried by this, it just feels funny as I feel quite young!

Then I saw an elderly chap who had left his wheelchair on the promenade and walked a short distance on his walking stick to a large piece of driftwood on the sand. He sat down on the driftwood, quite alone on the almost deserted beach and proceeded to remove the shop wrapping paper on a brightly coloured children's kite and started to fly it joyfully.

He demonstrated  joy in the moment and joy for the future. I hope I shall never lose pleasure in simple, happy things. He gave me much hope. ☺
L.x.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Big news, happy news

This was my dining table on Sunday afternoon; covered with curriculum documents, lesson plans and lots of fun stuff and reward stickers.

On Monday I drove through swathes of mist to a tiny village school and taught an observed lesson.

I got the job!

From January I am a teacher again, covering a maternity leave.

Big news, happy news, scary news!

L.x.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

She blinked and six months had passed ......


My sunny garden this afternoon. 



Thank you to everyone who got in touch asking if I was ok. There have been a few scary moments healthwise - such as the out of hours doctor's prescription  which a  Hughes patient should never ever have - can cause a major stroke - but I am still here to tell the tale - but boy did I feel poorly for a few weeks!

I stopped writing because I could not think of anything much to say. People who know me in real life will find this a bit weird that  The Chatterbox should have nothing to say!

I feel that this time has been a time of growth and change. There was a lot of crafting and a lot of trying out new recipes. I read a lot and joined an online challenge to draw every day. I  am useless at drawing and wanted to learn more. This challenge gives a list of what to draw each day. But you know me, I am useless at being told what to do - lol! So I got into the habit of searching online for stuff to draw and then each evening I settled down to draw what I had chosen.

My birthday came along as it is wont to do. I am now 51 and feel the best and the youngest I have felt in a long while!! (I am also 2 stones lighter!)

For my birthday Steve bought me a tablet which I am loving. On a bad day I can curl up on the sofa with my music, t'internet, books and blogs and I am very happy.

Thankfully there are now more - loads more, good days than bad and I am working for Steve and looking for teaching work. 

Alex graduated with a 1st and the ceremony was in Bath Abbey. Of course my eyes brimmed with tears as I am a silly old fool!! We also had a week of celebrations as Alex turned 21 and different folk came to party but all at different times because of work commitments etc so the party just went on and on. 

I learnt a lot this Summer - some of it a bit dreary - how to self inject medication - not nice, but necessary. But most of it was good  and perhaps I can share this here in later posts. 

My overwhelming feeling is that I am back - not just in Blogland but back in Life in General and that is a good feeling!
L.x.





Monday, 10 March 2014

Please would you vote for my charity?

As you know I have Hughes Syndrome. It has caused many stroke like episodes which have robbed me of fluent speech & memory. It affects my sight and hearing. I had to re-learn how to read and write.

I lost two babies late in pregnancy because of it.

I can no longer work and am often housebound.

The Hughes Syndrome Foundation is a brilliant charity who have helped me throughout all this.

The people at Direct Debit are paying £2000 to a small charity such as this one. But it relies on votes. Please would you add your vote?

If you want to help;  this is a simple anonymous click vote at this  site

Thank you. We are currently 39th out of the 100 charities listed.

Lynn.x.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Sunday 9th March 2014



Today was my kind of perfect day.

We woke early and ate bacon butties.

There was time for a  l-o-n-g soak in the bath.

We went to church.

We collected my husband's old personal number plates for his new (to him!) car.

We had a picnic, with a new to us wine, in our own garden.

We gardened.

Then he watched the rugby and England won!! I carried on gardening.

We had home-cooked curry for tea, prepared yesterday ; so today was a no cook kinda day.

Call the midwife is on TV later - we will watch in bed with tea and chocolate.

There is a new fluffy duvet and new fluffy pillows on the bed.

And yes, tomorrow (and probably several days later) I  will suffer for all that gardening & activity today; but who cares? Today I was normal.

What more can a girl want?

NOTHING!!

L.x.

PS I have spent much of the past few weeks in bed - hence my exuberance over a "normal" day!!. x

Monday, 10 February 2014

This week's flowers....

... a pot of miniature irises.....


I like pots of Spring bulbs as they can then be put into the garden to flower next year.

Steve chose these - I think I would have passed them by, had I been on my own, which would have been a shame on two counts!

L.x.

Saturday, 8 February 2014

Amaryllis cheers my January

The second amaryllis flower head opened.





This time there were 6 flowers.




 This one bulb produced two flower heads. One flower head had four flowers, the other had six.

This bulb was from Morrisons who, in my opinion,  have the best amaryllis bulbs year after year.

£3 for a month of huge flowers & colour;  worth every penny :)

L.x.