God has wonderful promises for us as we travel on through life and into later years.The best news is that,inside we need never grow old because He has actually promised to renew our youth day by day.

Isaiah 40:31

Friday, 3 May 2019

Signing Off

Just to let you all know, I have had enough of trying to think of what to blog about.

In twenty seven days I will be seventy years old, the world around me is to quote an old Aunt...."going to hell in a hand cart"

 The world I inhabit is amoral, Godless, a murderer of trees, and God's creation in general, an abuser of children and animals and full of so called inane "celebrities", greed, materialistic consumerism and man's inhumanity to man.

Several of us left the Baptist church in January with the arrival of an intimidating bully of a new Pastor who presents himself as an American style evangelist, who if you disagree with him are harassed and bullied.

Now I find myself in a Church who has appointed  a new Rector, who is openly and blatantly living in sin in a "civil partnership" with his same sex lover. 

Fine, he is free to live whatever lifestyle he chooses, as are we all. But not if you are an ordained priest representing and preaching God's Word when you are so obviously ignoring it yourself.

I can not and will not accepted the Eucharist from this man.....my personal choice people, and as this is my blog  I am free to express my own opinions.

Sadly, I am only one of several other congregants who feel this way, but they are happy to mutter in corners and not to stand up for their beliefs.

I have never, ever, muttered in corners!

Muttering in corners festers and leads to unrest, much better to air misgivings and unrest.

Six weeks ago we lost "Eva" our elderly cat to an aggressive tumour, she was here one day, gone the next.

As you know from previous posts on this blog that my three children have an inherited genetic illness, recently one of my grand daughters has been diagnosed with the same syndrome.. my legacy to my children, as I am the one who carries the mutant gene.

Life goes on, but on the whole I want no part of it, seventy is long enough.

So, no more blog posts folks.

I have had enough.

The photograph is of the sea at Scarborough,

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

Spotted in a Lincolnshire Village

Goodness, this is not a flattering photo is it?

(because I have Cataracts in both eyes and bright sunshine apparently speeds up their 'growth' my optician prescribed these huge wrap around special sunglasses, they serve a purpose but are rather ugly...and I get many 'funny looks' when out and about)
Husband and I decided to take a walk to a near by village that we had often passed through on a bus but never actually walked around, so took advantage of a chilly, but sunny morning to investigate.

We spotted several of these rather quirky and unusual chimney stacks.

There were plenty of old and converted houses, wonder what this ivy covered building once was?

We spotted this sad reminder of the mass closure of village Post Offices, and rather liked the idea of commemorating the long presence of this village amenity.

We spotted this modern door that now goes across the open porch of the village church. Husband quite liked it, but I am not too sure, it just looks odd and out of character, but no doubt it will stop the draught getting in.

And finally....... as we rounded a corner we spotted this.....

Now we know where 'Dr Who' lives!!!

Tuesday, 19 February 2019


On a glorious sunny Saturday morning, husband and I went to view the Snowdrops...lots of them!

There was also tea and cake, or in our case, Cherry Scones with jam and cream...the jam on first, according to the Cornish tradition.

These are English Scones...not the American variety which for some reason are called "biscuits"

(for my non English readers, you can read here the heated debate that rages as to which goes on the scone first, jam or cream) 

There was also a very concise booklet that outlined an interesting guided walk around the churchyard.(Thank you Peter)

There is a similar on line version here for those who are interested.

The light through the trees was magical to see and many photos were taken...won't bore you with them all!

Here are a select few:-

Inside the church there was a selection of drawings and paintings of Snowdrops by the local Primary School as well as some very funny and quirky poems they had written.

There were more information cards inside pointing out various hidden gems of this lovely church.

All in all, we had a lovely morning, and then a leisurely walk home through the nature reserve,

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

"Knife Angel"

Husband and I took the bus to Hull yesterday to view the much acclaimed "Knife Angel" which has just arrived in Hull on it's tour of the UK.

 The sculpture is made up of more than 100,000 knives collected in a national amnesty. It is in the shape of an angel and engraved with messages from families of victims of knife crime.

You can read all about it here

It isn't nice to look at, but then it isn't supposed to be.

Friday, 25 January 2019

Happy Birthday...

There are 124 days to my 70th birthday...

I love birthdays, always have done.

For my 60th birthday most of the family got together for a birthday tea, a rare occasion as everyone is scattered across the country.

My son must have taken the above photo as he isn't in that picture.

He is in this one though....

Last night,looking through all the many photos taken at that party  I was going through all the changes that have happened in the intervening ten years.

Ten years ago my eldest grandaughters were sulky ten year olds who were not particularly happy at having to mingle with a bunch of 'oldies'...they are now both at University and seldom seen.

The day before this party my cousin's husband had been made redundant and was not at his most communicative, but they had made the effort to travel for two and a half hours to get here and be sociable.

He went on to set up as self employed, but after a bad accident he retired late last year.

My youngest grandchild hadn't been born, she was born a year later. My son came on his own as his five year old son had chicken pox so he had to stay home with my daughter in law.

Six months after this party my son's eye sight had deteriorated so much that he was registered partially sighted and had to stop driving all together.

My middle daughter is now deaf in both ears and wears bilateral hearing aids and to the consternation of her friends and family she is an excellent lip reader!

She went back to University when the girls did.

My eldest daughter is now confined to a wheelchair but is enjoying the 'freedom of speed' after seven years of walking with crutches or a walker.

I have mentioned elsewhere in this blog about the genetic illness that my three children are living with.

In the ten years since this photo was taken my husband has been made redundant twice, but managed to find employement again only a few months afterwards.

My eldest cousin who was classed "androgynous" at birth finally transitioned to female after years of indecision.

His Mother sadly died last year after, the last of the 'older generation'...now the oldest in the family is me.

My brother retired and moved all the way up to Scotland three years ago. A promise he made on his wedding day to his Scottish bride.

The children have started asking me how I want to celebrate the 70th birtrhday...so they are told, no party just cards and balloons...those big ones that come in boxes....

......so watch this space......

Only 124 days to go!

Friday, 21 December 2018

Happy Easter......

Have just been to the corner shop for some stamps, only to discover several shelves filled with Cadbury Easter eggs and Easter chocolate with signs proclaiming "Happy Easter"............................... really!!!!!!!!

Thursday, 20 December 2018


Am sure all of you know what "omiages" are though the word is actually Japanese.

Its meaning translates as :-
" a little gift that you are not required to give, as for a special occasion"

You know the thing we say:-
" saw this and thought of you" sort of gift.

My family do this a lot and as we all live far apart these small gifts arrive in the post , usually with out warning and they make our hearts sing.

The above gift, of thirty brand new Sharpies is a gift "over and above".

Each Wednesday I visit and elderly neighbour who only sees her daughter once a week when she is taken shopping.

In order to keep her brain active and to stop her getting bored she structures her day so that she is doing several different activities...these included cross stitching large intricate pictures. Reading numerous long family sagas on her Kindle, and colouring while she listens to the songs from the sixties on her radio. Like myself, watching television doesn't feature very highly on her list of activities.

She does love shopping though, either from clothing catalogues for the "larger lady" and for felt tip pens, of which she has a cupboard full.

When I visit am often called upon to help her sort out her cupboards which contain her craft hoards, this week we were sorting out her colouring books and crayons and felt tips.

This pack of Sharpies was at the back of the cupboard, bought two years ago at half price of £8 and unused. She had bought them because they were on sale..a habit she has....and then did not like them when she got them home and tried them. Would I like them?

As Sharpies are a crafters dream buy; I could not say no, but made her aware of the high price and did offer to buy them from her, but was given a "good talking to" about accepting gifts, "just because" and reminded me that I have often gone to visit her bearing gifts too.

 I know that these gifts are "omiages" because I read it yesterady in an article by Joni Erickson Tada ...and then found the reading online here 
so that I could share it with you.

.....................now what can I do with these Sharpies?

Am almost too afraid to use them.....oh well, off to consult Pinterest!