This was a special weekend for me. Instead of wanting to get home after my shopping I had another destination in mind. Some 5 years ago I was privileged to meet in real life a young writer I’d been corresponding with from America. Patricia (Patti) Carrigan
The second part of the original book Antiserum. Written by my young friend then 15. She was a delight and Ju and I got very close to her. She came to the UK with a delegation from her home town and happened to be calling in at Chester for a short time. We went to meet her there. The time wasn’t long, about an hour, but at the end we all parted with Huge Hugs and the correspondence has continued ever since.
In order to let the family know she was going to be OK and that I wasn’t some predator stalking her daughter I’d also been writing to Patti’s Mom for a while. To be honest, at the end I almost felt like part of the family. Even so, it was a major surprise recently to get a message to say they were coming to the UK. Part business for her husband Tim and part holiday for them both. Would we be able to meet? Tracy knows I’m not good with people and tend to hide away but regardless I agreed. I think just to convince me I wasn’t being stalked Tracy had been in touch with Yvonne to ask to meet them too. They already had tickets to visit Chester Zoo so that was the place we agreed to meet.
Mike and I got there a little before 1.00 pm and finding out Yvonne and co would be a little late we agreed to meet inside by the elephants. We were standing there in the sunshine waiting for Yvonne when I saw two people coming towards us. No mistaking who they were. It was Hugs and handshakes all round. We had a few minutes to natter before Yvonne’s crew turned up so we quickly discovered a great sense of humour. When we were all together it was time for a coffee so we’d all be able to say hello properly. Reuben promptly disappeared with my crutches, no doubt to shoot some poor unsuspecting alien since he loves Star Wars. Mike brought our drinks to the table and in order to occupy the hands of the octopus (Amelie) Tracy gave her a bottle of water.
Everything was going swimmingly until Amelie launched the bottle of water and like a magnet it was propelled in my direction. Straight down to my spherical man parts in fact where it landed with a groan. ( I know I heard one). At that point I had a knee jerk reaction which cracked my leg on the underside of the table and an elbow jerk reaction too which sent my coffee into the air only to descend again in a spreading pattern. It covered my leather jacket, my jeans and my tee-shirt as well as he mother’s leg. Mike pointed out I could hold his hand leaving so people would take pity on the one who’d pee’d himself, and even more pity on his carer. Bloody Cheek. I dried out in the sun and we had a great afternoon round the zoo before it came time to leave and go our separate ways.
Tim, Me, Tracy and some random stranger who stalked us.
On Sunday they were due to go to Llangollen so I was able to give Tracy lessons on how to pronounce the place before she screwed her tongue so she couldn’t eat. I understand they enjoyed a Hot air balloon festival there. Today they’re off to Scotland. It was wonderful to meet them.
Hugs to all.
As if you didn’t get enough of me…….
Hello everyone. The weekend is approaching and it is time to have some fun and relax a little bit and forget about duties. Today I want to present you a new special guest who is an author and has a sadistic cat. So please welcome David.🙂
Hi David . Thanks you for accepting my invitation to be a special guest on my blog today. It is a pleasure to have you here today!
Thanks so much for having me Roberta it’s very kind. Especially as tea and biscuits are on offer.
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Because we were in the Supermarket at 7..30 am on Saturday morning the crowds were avoided ( for my sake ) and the world was our bivalve mollusc. Mike decided instead of the bacon roll he often has after shopping that he preferred to go straight to Flint and have crumpets at Temptations. It was a bit of a disappointment for him when we had parked up to be told by one of the staff that they weren’t opening until 10.00 pm as the re-vamp they’d done during the week merited a Grand Opening complete with cutting of ribbon. I made sure Mike understood that it was the official ribbon which could be cut and not any other he saw on female hats or in their hair. He can be a bit literal at times, explaining about rock cakes was fun.
Anyhoo, we had 45 minutes to waste. That was fine by me as there were shops open and the only thing they were missing was me. I got some chocolates for the staff of Temptations as usual even though it’s a little like taking coals to Newcastle as they sell handmade chocolates. We did a fair bit of mooching until there was just ten minutes to go and we decided that a cigarette at one of the outside tables would be good. We did that and as expected 10.00 am arrived. In we went and joined a small queue which was building up in the shop section while a barrier of heave purple ribbon stopped us entering the cafe.
It was 10.15 am when the ribbon was cut and we barged past everyone to claim a table. Newly decorated, new chairs and a posh new fan made the place look very nice. Mike claimed our table with his hat and shot off to the loo while I took my place in the queue at the counter to order coffee. There was no need to get crumpets for him as there were free cakes on the table. My turn came and I handed over their chocolates while giving my order. As I turned to sit down it was delightful to see our local celebrities Adam and Richard, the brothers who sing a lot of opera.
I knew my niece Karen would be jealous if I spoke to them so naturally I sought Adam out to chat to, he knows me well. To make things worse I got Mike to take a picture of us together on his phone and send it to Karen. She came back asking if I’d got their autographs which I had, on the inside of one of their CD’s. I should be in favour next time In see her.
After eating all the free cake and the biscotti we drove to Holywell to pick up some hot pork baps for lunch and went home. Normally I wouldn’t be allowed to go home so early but Manchester United were playing early afternoon in a derby with their great rivals Manchester City. I was able to catch up on work and then fall asleep in front of the TV while Mike was in his bedroom streaming the game.
That’s Adam on the left of the picture with Richard on the right with some scruffy beggar in the centre.
Their last album
Hugs to all.
An opportunity to meet new friends.
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Some of you may remember a post from either last year or the year before when I told of a butterfly that visited with Yvonne and I in the middle of a shopping arcade. It was a very surreal experience not just in the fact that the arcade was nowhere near any gardens from which it was likely to have come but also that it chose to sit with us despite it being a busy place. Yvonne insisted it was her mother coming to give comfort at a very low time.
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Today after shopping Mike was anxious to do something different and not waste the weather by coming home. I suggested a trip to the town of Denbigh where we could take a slow walk round the shops and have some lunch. We parked in Vale Street which is where the main shops are and walked towards a restaurant called The Forum that Ju and I used to visit with MuJo. Gone, Kaput, Closed. What a disappointment.
We turned to cross the road as there were other restaurants and cafes there. Mike took two steps to reach road level again and as he did a butterfly came past his leg and settled on the bottom of my left crutch. I was amazed since the crutch was in motion and it doesn’t seem the ideal place to park oneself. I expected the butterfly to launch itself off as we entered the sunshine from the covered arcade we’d been in bt it seems the butterfly had other ideas.
Despite me trying to be careful the stick must have jarred each time it hit the ground. After ten minutes it was still hanging on as we entered a cafe which had a notice about pets not being allowed. Mike threatened to report me. It stayed with me all through lunch and during our visit to an antique emporium afterwards. I suggested showing Mike a little wholesale place which frankly Ju hadn’t liked and at that the butterfly took off. It had been with me almost exactly an hour.
I texted Yvonne to tell her and she came back to say it must be her Mum coming to try and lift my spirits. I have to say that the strangeness but joy of the visit did lift my spirits a bit.
Hugs to you all.
Did Donald Trump suggest Hilary Clinton should be assassinated by second amendment supporters? Probably no, but it was certainly a questionable statement that he should thoroughly explain. It wouldn’t be much of a joke considering the number of assassination attempts on Presidents and Presidential candidates in the past.
Having brought up the question of the Second Amendment in a way that suggests supporters of that should be backing his run for the Presidency also suggests that all supporters of a reasonable move towards gun control should be supporting Hilary Clinton. I suggest she makes a big play of this in her run for the White House. There must in fact be arguments for and against gun control within both parties which could find some people crossing the voting floor.
When I think about the time that the second amendment was written and the wording of it I’m easily confused. No way could the signatories have envisioned the weapons available today and had they done so, I’m sure they would have included much more to curtail their use. But the wording of the Second Amendment itself leads people to think that the weapons needed in the hands of the people would be those of a well regulated militia, not the whole of the population. From the time in question that no doubt made sense. Today it doesn’t given that there is a National Guard who serve as a well regulated militia in times of trouble and who have access to the weapons they need.
For people to cry at the thought of the Second Amendment curtailing their access to some of the weapons they hold might suggest they find The National Guard as someone they need arm against. I’ve oft heard the cry that weapons are needed for hunting purposes. So be it, but it’s not very sporting to hunt an animal with an automatic weapon. And for protection in the home, where there are two people need there be more than two guns?
Thanks to the Second Amendment laws, some inappropriate people have had access to arsenals of guns and have committed terrible outrages in schools and churches. Why the fear of having gun control laws limit the number of guns in an individual’s possession and the type of guns held? Surely with access to a court of law and the propensity for using them it would be easy to plead your case for having a mac-10 for target practise? Surely in limiting the access to guns most people win out as there’s less chance of a random nutter having access to them and if you find you have no choice but to shoot them at least they might not be shooting back.
Isn’t it time to apply some common sense and logic to the problem of gun control? Not taking your guns and therefore your Second Amendment right (if that’s how you read the legislation) away but trying to make sure that the population who don’t hold guns and the innocent in schools etc are that bit more safe. Is it really such a sacrifice to ensure the safety of a child?
And if you did think Trump was suggesting the murder of a Presidential hopeful, even if you dislike her, I hope you won’t be voting for him or you may just put a man in the White House who’s next joke is aimed at you.
This is not intended represent the views of the British public, just those of myself. Nor is it in any way Anti-American as I have some good friends over the pond whose views may not agree with mine. They are the views of someone who thinks the NRA wields too much power and that arms manufacturers don’t care who their weapons kill as it’s all good business for them.
Hugs to all.
It’s been quite a while since I posted and I apologise to all my friends for that. I am trying to get back to it.
This morning I woke early and to pass the time I went to Youtube to listen to some of my favourite music. You’ll know from some of the songs I’ve posted before that I’m lyric driven and having become an adult in the 60’s a lot of my songs are from then though I also lean heavily on the 80’s when the New Romantic sound was around.
James Taylor born 1948 had a breakthrough hit in 1970 with the following song.
The next song is one of many great hits for Simon and Garfunkel.
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
Any of my friends could tell you I’m a Motown fan and if I had to choose my favourite artistes it would be difficult. But, I think maybe the Four Tops deserve the top slot simply because of the fantastic voice of their lead singer Levi Stubbs Jnr. I hope you enjoy the next song from them.
As it’s now approaching 4.00 am I think I’ll go for some breakfast. Before I go I’ll leave you with a last song chosen from the 80’s this time just to show I’m not stuck in the 60’s. This is a song from a favourite group at the time, The Eurythmics.
Have a nice day and remember, Don’t be sparing with the Hugs.
My thoughts this morning are with the people of France. The news of yet another terrorist attack on crowds celebrating in Nice is horrifying. So far confirmed 80+ dead including children.
Terrorists place no value on human life including their own. Their holy book tells them martyrs for the cause will go straight to heaven where good things await them in a Garden of Eden. That means death holds as much appeal as life. It also means they have a very twisted version of what the Q’ran tells them to do in their heads which is down to the fact that it’s up to an Imam to tells them what the book says and explain it’s meaning. Not all Imams agree on translations but those who twist the meanings to their own ends are still allowed to teach. There have been (and maybe still are) Imams who can’t even read, but who have memorised the verses. If they come from teachers who have translated the Q’ran to suit themselves then they carry that translation forward.
France and the civilised world will mourn the dead today yet the West must accept that it’s own actions have helped bring about these horrors. The US and the UK invaded Iraq despite UN refusals and having brought down Saddam Hussein have not had clear plans for what they would do to rebuild and bring stability to that Country. Instead it’s in turmoil with rival religious factions at war and deaths all the time. It’s a breeding ground for ISIS to recruit. We do not belong in that world and once there is a viable Government we should withdraw leaving enough machinery to ensure the country can be rebuilt properly. If we must interfere then we should be arming the Kurds who are winning battles against ISIS. What the Kurds will do with these weapons once the war is over is another question though. Since they have been massacred in the past by the rulers of the countries they occupy a part of, maybe there will still be a civil war.
We must look at how and why ISIS are getting recruits and find a way to counter that. If indeed it is our occupation of so many Arab countries that offends them, then maybe it’s time to stop thinking in terms of oil supplies and start thinking of looking to the welfare of our own countries, preserving the lives of our own soldiers. If our intervention is requested or invited by another country because of internal conflict maybe we can consider it, but not by invasion which will alienate the locals. We cannot keep assuming that all the world should live by the same standards, morals and rules that we do. Countries have their own ways, beliefs and cultures which must be respected except where that way consists of violence towards vocal opposition or the suppression of people. Saudi Arabia is an example of this. Their rate of beheading is terrible and their suppression of women abhorrent.
Maybe it’s time all out troops were brought home and used to cover our borders though I’m not sure that would help much as there are a number of people who hold dual Nationality who appear to be converts to the ISIS cause and it will be difficult to weed them out. It seems that the terrorist responsible for this vile deed in Nice was one such, holding a French and Tunisian Nationality.
To the people of France I say, Stay Strong, you have a history of bravery and tenacity. My heart goes out to those who lost someone, don’t let the terrorists beat you. To the people of other countries who lost someone in this disaster like the couple from China I ask, please don’t allow these terrorists to stop you visiting and enjoying the West. We have a warm welcome for you.
Hugs around the World.
The time of Ramadan is over. Now it is time to break the fast.
To my Muslim friends and their families I wish Eid Mubarak.
May peace and happiness surround you.
Wishing you all a Happy 4th July 2016.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx