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Goodness! A post from ME!

Chittle Chattle is about chitchat! Or something like that, anyway. Recently, however, I have neither chitted or chatted. Well, today I have something to relate. It’s really to furthere explain the post that you will find here.

Just how mundane can it be?

A wooden spoon?

And one with a chewed end, to boot!

Well, needless to say – there is a story about this particular spoon, and I just hope that our daughter isn’t reading this post!

You see, once upon a time,  a few years ago now (when she was about 5 I should think) this spoon belonged to her! It was part of a cookery set that she was given for Christmas. We spent many happy hours baking cakes and mixing things – daughter with the above spoon, and me with one that was much bigger and more clumsy.

At this time we had two dogs.

One was beautifully behaved – never any bother and a good companion.

The other ……..

… let’s just say that she was boisterous! Full of life and vitality (she was several years younger that the one mentioned previously, by the way) but she chewed!

She chewed anything…..

… and everything!

One fateful day the beloved spoon above was stolen from its hiding place by said dog. Other items in the same hidey-hole were also ‘appropriated’ and destroyed beyond recognition. The spoon survived in its above state – but no more did we fancy using it for cooking :(

Sadly the dog expired. That is another story and not for today, however, the spoon remained, now safely in a drawer, out of sight, out of mind.

Daughter got married and left home! Two children came and went (in as much as they have now left home) and still the spoon lay in the drawer until……

I found it not so very long ago. It’s had another really good scrub and wash – and I’ve started using it again. My goodness me! It’s the perfect size for so many things, and SO comfortable to hold. Does daughter want it back? I don’t know – she doesn’t yet know that I have it. However, I will tell you one thing…….

SHE WILL HAVE TO FIGHT ME FOR IT!   :D

And there it was! Gone!

And so it went! One minute the bed was there.. the next it had gone, with occupant, to theatre. It was almost 6 hours before I saw it again.

A difficult op, lots more found than expected, but hopefully a good result – and now the long recovery of this part can begin. When I left the occupant was drinking tea and wired to all sorts of monitors and oxygen. I finally arrived home sometime before midnight and crashed into bed. It was a long day…..

 

 

A thought for a grey Sunday

Many of you know my thoughts and feelings about Alzheimers and its treatment. These are as a result of firstly bad and then exceptionally good treatment of my mother. A friend sent me the link to this site. It sounds perfect. How can we arrange for something like that over here?

 

Battered and bashed and a lump in the throat.

Sorting some bits earlier I came across this

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An old tin. Battered and bashed, but I knew what it contained. I lifted the lid

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Sure enough the bits and pieces were neatly stashed inside – and there on top was the last piece of work, incomplete. It was the handy collection that my mother took with her when she travelled – so that she would always have something to keep her hands busy. I was prepared – but it still brought a lump to my throat – especially as the thread on top was one of my hand-dyes. I can remember the last time she took it on holiday – with us, to Wales. She opened and closed the tin, but couldn’t remember what she had to do with the things inside.

015The inscription on the bottom of the tin intrigued me, I’m not old enough to remember the name, but I think I’ve heard it mentioned somewhere in the dim and distant past. Looking online there are a few photographs – and also this little bit of history.

Sorry, I have to go and wipe my eyes.

We Will Remember

I rarely post family photographs on this blog, but today is special.

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This is a photograph of me with my mother. It isn’t the most recent as her condition has deteriorated somewhat in the meantime. She will be 96 towards the end of this month. As a; young woman she was one of the few girls to be called up into the services during the Second World War. She played an important role in intercepting enemy messages. This little personal tribute is a way of saying ‘Thank you’ to all who sacrificed their lives, and also to all those thousands who served so valiantly during that time.

During the month of June donations for the Alzheimers Society can be made via this page where you can also read more detail of why I’m collecting money for this wonderful organisation.

100 Steps – April

And now for something just a little different.

Today we met our family for lunch. We celebrated two birthdays – two generations in fact, and had a lovely time. A cooked lunch on a Sunday is a rarerity. Our main meal of the day is usually in the evening, nothing to prepare tonight, though. Instead of travelling home by the direct route we took a ramble around the countryside. It was almost a Sunday afternoon drive (the weather was perfect for such an event) but our way was more directed – we were visiting a friend who has a farm.

The farmhouse is surrounded by a perfect cottage garden. The plants are all waking up but two, by the gate, were absolutely stunning.

I couldn’t resist a closeup of one.

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The flowers reminded me of little ballet dancers.

Normally I take detailed shots for my 100 steps. Today, though, I was too involved in the general views. And why not? Just look at what was in store just a few steps away from the trees

However, only a few more steps and we were able to see the reason for our visit today

And all within 100 steps