Sunday, 31 July 2016

Back to back homes

...with mazes of roads. This rather like in my birth county of another railway town ... the many, many alleyways of a Cheshire town ... 

The way this life style in an historical setting from the industrial revolution in GB to another modern town of knocking down historical buildings, I currently live in. They have just swung a bull dozer chain and ball through the middle of my present town since the 1960s. They continue to do so right up to this current day. The old men's working club knocked down at the end of my road, very recently ....

Friday, 29 July 2016

Introduced to one of the

many global life styles trends that sometimes have mass impact of today

It goes to see how dangerous it can be ... we were crossing the road when one popped up in the area of pull in happen ... I still no idea what the appropriate speak of this particularly app game ... 

Which I have experienced for the first time in action yesterday ... yet another app or two as happens with the youth ... I have since my having these modern device been intrigued in what occupies others minds ... 

Saturday, 23 July 2016

Another weave in time ...

the tattered threads of life neatly stitching together at instaneous milliseconds... The numb in much receding back into the shadows ... in patches and paths many ... 

Thursday, 21 July 2016

In the week of one July

while the next generation build their own home from the start ....

The news on slums returning in this country .... They never left. 

In my years of moving around counties and in my vocation and volunteering I have seen much squalor. And of course it goes without saying ... how my very own home disappeared over a period of traumatic time. 

On living and working in a city for a few years. The many travels within that city. The high rise, the hospital I had access to the inner workings via Consultants and Professors. The cleaning staff of other cultures with limited English. The team of valued people in different layers of life. The basic to real gold taps and decor oozing out of decadence. 

The much varied time from those that have or not... Those that shelter where they can on the street. And the good Samaritans who help these very same people in Knightsbridge, one day when they were haemorrhaging on the pavement from being unwell ... 

We are in much thankfulness and appreciation with what we have ... And in our background volunteering with our peers some of us strive to make it better instead of worse, like those ruthless greedy from self means in landlords being portrayed in the news yet again ... 

Sunday, 17 July 2016

An organisation

as good as the order in it. The contradictions in one sentence to the next. The maladministration in sending me documents that distressed me in the mistake of sending to me not the investigation...  

This intriguing step in following this procedure on from that time. All interesting lines in this topsy world I was left within. 


Saturday, 16 July 2016

Workings for a Friday

evening to keep the flow of work at work from the computer at home ... to have the predetermined day off next week ... With the condensed hours worked to have that time off as agreed ... I cannot go into specifics. This the life in the very same place I am on the other side on. 

A family member who works hard to keep things afloat as part of a team... 

The conversation a bit more equal again. The support I give in listening again. I am slowly there in that family support network that was out of function for a while. 

My mum bluntly put it ... " I have our daughter back". 

Yes I'm back, but very different. 

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Components of subjects in mood

A many ... When I do not wish to broach a subject on a mood in that millisecond, it can go on a back burner ... I do not talk, where I can write and vice versa ... 

A look on the many genres, or whatever within the blogs ... I have not quite reached the quota per account yet ... I have ones that do not yet go far ... ready for those missions and studies on from this slow time in move ... 

... the one in anticipation of a perpetual change in year, unless the blog name could already be taken ... The majority of the time, the blog name comes up available instantaneously ... surprisingly 

Monday, 11 July 2016

July Graduation not

to be in 2016 ... an interesting year indeed ... where this years loss of a life, taken this life through a different door, for the last in that family line, our daughter ... 

... for us both ... more time spent together ... with our plans in faster fruition ... 

When death knocks at your door in taken a child before a parent, whatever age and their own child still a teenager  ... it is a life altering time in much ... let alone the complications in that preceding time ... and the impact of this latest time ... we are not hanging about where we try not to have to ... 

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

'Case in point'

'Welcome to my world' ... I ought to design some clothes emblazoned with my mood of the day ... The next twist in the tale ... on waking this morning ... 

Let's see what avenue I find myself by wither the next five ... 

Monday, 4 July 2016

Tread with care

in maintaining momentum ... those times still with me on those strange moments reflective in life as those moments that jump in those extraordinary moments ... 

Sunday, 3 July 2016

It still happens

I was exposed to the ads you see in flaunt of old tat to me, while settling in a cinema to watch unusually for me. I normally see an actionable film to make use of the big screen, I was in the mood for something a bit more real. I chose a poignant film. 

It really irks me. The billboards in smooth and flawless outside in the shopping mall... Whilst inside the ad for the same film in wrinkles and crinkles. And that although may not be absolutely fabulous ...  it was funny in dated. A bit too silly, this what is liked ... the overtop of surreal, the totally stupid humour ... I will wait to see that eventually on the small screen, unless I get the cinema surround sound hubby never was to get that time ...

Saturday, 2 July 2016

The lovely Groany world

I step outside. Two sisters with badges preach to me, trying to offer me info, I am getting phobic to. I am in a shop, the moans. I am in a taxi, the pry for info. I am a regular in a chemist. I happen to have a one off prescription straight from the doc, one day, it does not register with my usual reference number. They try to enroll me, when I already am. 

The sell or pry ... but need help ... the walk away. 

Friday, 1 July 2016

A Simple Tea Shop

... in times before the some ridiculous rules and regulations ... 

Once, long before those times that came upon. I often thought to set up a simple tea shop. A place for a chat and time with a good brew with afternoon tea of old, a in quintessential England, environment. My and others talents on display. Though not for the ridiculous sums I have seen in recent times in tourist areas. 

Now I could not put up with the moans and groans, once ignored. And the fact that simplicity is not the in word. Although people shutting at lunchtimes. The rumours of no longer doing the 24 hour society ways. It maybe could be ...