Sunday, April 16, 2017

Memories


I remember after moving here, all the family loved to visit. It was the place to make memories. Paddling in the river. Feeding the ducks. Watching the lambs. Barbecues. Picnics. Easter. Never Christmas, because the weather never complied. (But one year we did Christmas, complete with tree, decorations and turkey in April, just to prove Christmas could be celebrated anytime.)

It was decided that there were no better hills for Easter egg rolling than the hills where I live. One of my favourite memories is when my niece and nephew (and the adults) spent the morning painting boiled eggs. We created masterpieces, but if my memory serves me correctly, my Dad’s was best.

Ian drove up the hill on his quad with the boiled eggs. With my Mum on the back of the quad! Yep, my Mum, in her seventies, on the back of a quad for the first time in her life. She was game for anything. Oh, how I miss her. I have a picture in my head of her that day on the quad…she was loving it. She always put her faith in God. That day she put her faith in my husband instead, and he didn’t let her down. I knew he wouldn’t. I'm sure there is a photo of my Mum on that quad with Ian, but I have searched and searched and can't find it. Maybe there never was one...maybe the picture was only ever in my head. I'm sure this photo was taken the same day.



So the eggs were rolled, the kids ran to get the eggs, but my dog, my lovely Red, chased after the eggs too. He beat the kids. I also have a picture in my head of Red that day, running after those eggs, laughing. He loved to laugh. I stood at the bottom of the hill shouting not to let him have any more eggs. Everyone laughed at me…‘Leave him be…he’s having fun!’ Yes, he is, I thought….but I’d need to live with the result. Oh, our house certainly didn’t smell of roses for the next couple of days.

It was a fun day.

Everything has changed since then. The kids have grown up. I no longer have my Mum. I no longer have my Red. But the memories stay.

I like to remember days like that. I know they won’t happen again, but remembering makes me smile.

Memories are wonderful, aren’t they?

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Just What the Doctor Ordered

A photo taken a few years ago of double rainbow where we live. We took the photo from the house and we were obviously too close to get it in one shot, so I'll have to ask you to use your imagination to join the two photos together, because my attempts at joining them on the computer resulted in mis-aligned hills and jagged rainbows. Not very pretty. 




But how gorgeous is that? I mean, our view is gorgeous already, but when you get a double rainbow like that!! They say there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, so we had four ends to choose from that day. We searched. Trust me, we searched. Every nook and cranny of that barn, we searched. Turned it upside-down. Not a pot of gold in sight. Just old sheep's wool and a few hay bales. Was fun searching though!

Trying not to sound all gushy and sickeningly sentimental, I guess the view is my pot of gold. 

And it is what I see every day...obviously without the rainbows. But I do get to look out of my window to this view every single day.

But today, I'm going to have a much closer view though. An up close, under my feet kind of view this morning.

At 5.30, on this glorious April morning, I'm out of bed like a shot. No alarm clock needed to waken me from my slumbers. And I'll not be needing to check the television or computer to see what date it is. I know and I'm just getting on with this. I grab a big bowl of crunchy nut cornflakes, and bite into a nice crisp and crunchy granny Smith apple and I’m all ready and raring to go. I have such a spring in my step these days.

Fix my hair...that doesn't take too long - just half an hour with the straighteners. Then I quickly slap on some make-up. I mean, a girl’s got to look her best, doesn’t she…even 800 metres up the top of a hill! Just never know who you might bump into. Nails were done yesterday…went for a nice sparkly look this time. Just so me! I might actually do a review of nails in another blog sometime. Anyway…hair done, lipstick on, lashes done, bit liner and I think I'm ready to go.

What to wear, what to wear? Girl’s worst nightmare, isn’t it? Well, not a nightmare for me this morning. My favourite outdoor wear - oh, my brand new Berghaus Women’s Extrem 7000 Pro jacket. Snagged it on eBay. Bargain - £280! Couldn’t believe it. Going for a total Berghaus look today with the trousers too. They go so well with my Scarpa Manta Pro walking boots. I broke them in on this very day last year when we climbed Ben Nevis. 
Sun, snow, gale-fore winds, hail, rain….I guess just a typical day in Scotland. Huddled up inside an MSR Hubba Hubba tent, we hardly noticed the below zero temperature at the summit. Brilliant those little tents…well worth the money at four hundred pounds when we bought it. 

Today’s little stroll is more of a doddle though. Hopefully no sub-zero temps, just lovely, fresh cool wind in the face (and some Scotch mist, of course) as I trek across the hills, over to St Mary’s Loch. What a view that is. Just a five mile walk, so not bad at all. Then back again, of course. Flask of tea in my back-pack and a few granola bars should see me through until I get home.

And when I do get home, it's straight to work. Big night planned. Not far to travel though...just down the track to the barn. Yes, same barn we searched for that pot of gold. Barn dance with nice hog roast. Perfect way to end the day. Might even have another look for that wee pot of gold.

It should all be perfect…just what the doctor ordered.

I like to plan things well ahead, so I'm thinking of bungeeing from the Victoria Falls this time next year. No doubt, some people will say I'm a fool, but I know I'm not.

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

International Women's Day

A few wee lines to celebrate being a woman in a modern world. At least, here....not every woman is quite so lucky.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Dream Jobs...

Oh, just missed the boat on this one. They've now stopped taking applications.
But I guess it would have been too far from home anyway.
But yes, my dream job.

Chocolate and Cocoa Beverage Taster
for Mondel─ôz International (the company which owns Cadburys)
Key Responsibilities
  • Be able to taste chocolate and cocoa beverage products and give objective and honest feedback. (Definitely)
  • Work within a team of panelists to share opinions and collaborate to reach an agreement on taste. (As long as it's only opinions...I won't share the chocolate!)
  • Use a clearly defined vocabulary to describe products and aid in the discrimination between products. (Mmmmm....will that do?)
  • Be consistent in the results given. (Mmmmm and Mmmmm each time)
  • Know the ethical and legal compliance responsibilities of the position; raise questions and concerns when faced with an ethical or compliance issue; apply integrity in all aspects of professional conduct. (Yes)
  • Chocolate tasters are key in helping Mondel─ôz perfect and launch an entirely new product all over the world. (So I taste chocolate. For lunch. And I'm perfect? Sounds fair enough.)
RequiredQualifications
  • A passion for confectionary and taste buds for detection (My taste buds are the best part of me)
  • Honesty when it comes to giving an opinion (I honestly love chocolate)
  • Eager to try new inventive products (If they're chocolaty, I'm eager)
  • A firm grasp of the English Language (There's only one letter needed when tasting chocolate. Mmmm...)


Sunday, January 29, 2017

Every good voice is needed

I'll keep it simple.

1. I don't understand how Donald Trump became President of the USA.
2. I find some of what he is doing and suggesting disgusting and vile.
3. I worry about my friends and relatives in USA.
4. I worry about the world.

I know there are millions of articles and blogs which are well worth reading, so another from someone like myself probably isn't needed.

Except it is needed.

People around the world need to speak out. And my blog is my voice.

I know people may say, but it doesn't affect you, you don't live in America, so you should just keep quiet. But why should I? If the leader of my country was suggesting some of the things he is suggesting, I would hope other people in other countries would notice and speak up. Besides, what happens in America, affects the rest of the world.

I know people may say, but it doesn't affect you, you're not a Muslim, so why be offended? I am offended because Muslims are people.

I know people may say, but it doesn't affect you, you're not a refugee. Thankfully!! Just thankfully!!

I could go on. I'm white. I live in a country where, at the moment, I have free health care. Where sick, disabled, young and elderly are all looked after. Where the children are entitled to a free and good education.

So why should I bother? Why should I care?

Why not just keep my head down and stay quiet. My life's good. So just forget those whose are not. Forget those people, because it doesn't affect me.

Because they are people. That's why.

That's why my voice needs to be heard.

Because I care about other people.




Wednesday, January 18, 2017

2016

Well, what a year...

All those famous stars who passed away, Trump and of course Brexit. Yep, quite a year!

It was quite a year for us too.

In November we had to say goodby to Red, our lovely fox-red labrador. Our best friend for over 11 years...a very special part human dog.

I still walk into the kitchen and expect him to be wagging his tail, happy to see me. It hits me with a big thud every time, but I know that's part of loving a dog. Part of loving any animal. We know that at some point, we will probably lose them. But, oh, it is so hard.



Throughout his life, I was disabled, limited in what I could do and he played a big part in helping keep a smile on my face on the bad days. He used to give that understanding look that only dogs can do when I wasn't feeling good. He trailed through right at my heel when I was going for a snooze and came and stuck his cold, wet nose under the duvet when he decided I'd had enough time feeling sorry for myself.

He made both Ian and me laugh every single day. He even laughed himself. He bowed down to the Queen (he believed I was the Queen...I didn't tell him there was another one),  and in his younger days he did the Hokey Cokey. We could hide treats for him in the hardest to find places, and he found them so easily. I even hid myself in hard to find places and he searched the house looking for me, then did a crazy, happy dance when he found me.

Red had been a very poorly pup when he was just months old. He had giardia and the vet wasn't sure he'd survive. But we got him through it. He got lots of TLC and I suppose he just gave back what we gave to him. It's all he knew. Love and happiness. If only all animals (and humans!) could know that.

So we have a quieter house here. Now we need to make each other laugh. Now Ian is at my heel when I go for a snooze. But he's not yet put his cold, wet nose under the duvet. I draw the line...

Saturday, October 08, 2016

Awareness Day

Today is Trigeminal Neuralgia Awareness Day....and many TNers on Facebook have been trying to turn the world teal in order to get the condition noticed. Buildings lighting up teal, bridges turning teal, teal clothes, teal jewellery, teal nails even teal hair. They've done really well. Or even teally well.














I have to confess that I haven't gone teal. Actually, I've just looked down and realised that's a lie. I am wearing a teal t-shirt under my fleece. That's just by coincidence though and it's the same one I was wearing yesterday! No teal nails. No teal hair...

But for the last few weeks I've worked hard with the girls on End TN to make posters, information files and a video for today to try to bring understanding as well as awareness. So, to anyone like me, who hasn't gone teal, don't worry....do what you can, when you can. And if you can't, that's fine too.


Awareness is important. Not just for trigeminal neuralgia. There are so many illnesses and conditions which people don't know about. And so many which are well known, but still need understanding and funding.

Within my own family, there have been conditions we'd rather not have had to learn about. Kidney cancer, bowel cancer, liver cancer, Sydenham's Chorea, S.I.D.S. Each one as horrible as the other. Each one as frightening as the other. And each one leaves scars of some kind.

Every condition needs so much more understanding and awareness. Hopefully one day, we'll all get that.