This is my special day. So I thought that as well as having some gorgeous chocolate brownie cake that my beautiful children bought for me, that I will start a display of my work so far.
Sometimes a bus ride is like a white knuckle one, you get on prepared for a sedate journey and then all hell breaks loose with you hanging on for dear life, as the driver has just spotted a bit of open road and decided to ‘ Let Er Rip!’ ….. and then there are times when the bus is just toddling along, waiting for invisible passengers at every bus stop….
I have never been sweetness and light …….
‘Flogging A Dead Horse’’ never had any effect until I thought of my relationship, I mean how awful it must be to actually flog a dead animal and then it all clicked into place…..
I haven’t had a car for the last 5 years and miss having my own transport but I am more chilled out as I don’t have to deal with mindless drivers by offering sweet words of advice on how to improve their driving skills…
Why is it that at Shoe Sales, the only shoes available in my size are really ugly, some even look like they have just been blessed with fresh air, a couple look like they escaped from the last century…..
People always ask me how do I manage to keep slim…. 3 children and a diet of Employment, Unemployment and Income Support ( precious little income and sod all support) will do the trick…….
Another scary thing is that I am hearing my mother’s words coming out of my mouth more and more…
“Money can’t buy you happiness”- I don’t know about that, but I would have a bloody good time trying!
There is nothing like the sweet perfume of a new born baby….
I cannot give thanks unto The Father unless The Mother is mentioned also. There has to be a balance.
At the end of the day…is Dusk
I have gained physic powers on becoming a mother “ Mum, do you know where …?”
Thursday 1st March was really warm, surprise, surprise This must be the start of the warm weather we were promised, I thought,so I wore my sunglasses to Lewisham Shopping Centre. People were smiling and chatting, some brave souls had thrown caution to to the wind and were displaying acres of skin which really should have been kept under cover. I felt so warn that I was thinking I might have to break out a skirt for Friday as my legs have not seen the light of day since last year. Even my house felt so hot that I had to turn the heating down. And then Friday arrived with a blanket of fog and it was Brass Monkey weather, bitterly cold and grey, determined to wipe out any memory of Thursday. Talk about a shock to the system,you never know where you are with our weather, you’ve just got to enjoy the good bits and plow on through the bad bits.
Cornmill Gardens, Lewisham
I really should have done something spectacular today, I mean a whole extra day only comes round once every fourth year. But I didn’t. And I still haven’t won the Lottery, so I certainly will not be proposing to anyone.I know this may sound harsh but this is based on my own experience and I would rather not go down this road again, thank you very much
Mind you though, today was okay, the sun tried to make a couple of guest appearances but was beaten back by broody clouds. According to the weather forecast last week, this week is meant to be really warm. People were getting really excited, anticipating lower gas bills but so far, no. My thermals are at the ready, just in case it all goes horribly wrong but I’ve also got my sunglasses waiting in the wings. I tripped up today and now one of my boots looks like it is talking to itself, so this is not a job for super glue. Cobblers. Ah well, I can at least dream of flying away somewhere……..
View from plane flying from London to Amsterdam 2008 c Imani 2008
It was a bright day today until the sky had a tantrum and cried tears of rain. I’m sick to the back teeth of rain, it wouldn’t even be so bad but we don’t seem to get the rain we use to years ago. Nowadays, rain shows up with an attitude, kicking umbrellas out of protesting hands, drenching everything in sight within seconds, whipped along with a chorus of wind and speed. Once upon a time, rain would fall so gently, little timid drops first and then a gradual display of respectable water. This was like a polite warning and gave you time to find shelter. Now its more like : Get Out Of The Way or You Will Get Soaked and I have a sneaking suspicion that someone has kicked a bucket over up there. I suppose this is just a sign of the times, even the weather is acting up. Summer came and went like a brief memory, I blinked and missed it, my summer outfits never even saw the light of day.
And so we are now into Winter. Autumn made a guest appearance but failed to shake any leaves off the trees. A couple of brave trees decided to to go with the flow of the season but now stand looking half naked and embarrassed.
I just wish the dark evenings could start a bit later. By the time 2.00pm in the afternoon rolls around, it’s like the sun is scared of being mugged and beats a hasty retreat from the grey darkness. By 4pm, night has fallen, smug and secure, determined to rule for the next 16 hours.
I know this may sound a bit odd, but how would you feel about being able to take a walk in your local park, at night?
Now before you all start shrieking stuff like ‘ Are you mad? ‘ or ‘Muggers paradise’ I would only do this if the park was fully staffed and well lit. I think this would be a great way of meeting up and doing things ( all bushes and trees would be fitted with really bright lights) like jogging, walking or just taking in the scenery. On cool summer nights ( never say hot in England as one hot day means a heatwave) cultural concerts could be held. I live in a area which is well served by public transport and there at least two parks within walking distance. Just a thought I wanted to share with you all .I was walking back from one my trips to a let night shop to recharge my gas card, when this idea came to me. I’m no stranger to being on the streets at certain times of the night ( and you can get your head out of the gutter for thinking anything kinky) thanks to the wonder of prepayment for gas and eletric. I’m always amazed at the amount of people who are out and about , with a few waiting for an all night bus and the whole scene is so different from the hectic noise a few hours earlier.
Day light is not around a lot and the sun only makes a guest appearance now and again. The days can seem a bit grey like the sun doesn’t want to hang around too long. Afternoons don’t even make it to the evening as darkness starts looming from 3pm onwards.The shops all have various degrees of lighting, some have a gentle sort of soothing light, whilst others are relentless with a blinding light which shows up every worn out facial lines and slightly knackered clothing. I know which shops to go in during my shopping trips to Lewisham, which I know like the back of my hand as I have lived here most of my life.