Saturday. I’ve got my favourite youngsters here clearing out the pigsty/bar/party room. They are all sweaty and covered in cobwebs and have a young crow there to ?HELP? them. Today also see’s the final finish of the shabbiest “chic” house sign. We have a bit of a problem with strangers turning into the lane and… Read More Life Is Good :o)
I know a bit about this branch of HMForces. Being the daughter of, the sister of, the wife of… Dad may have chosen to play in The Royal Marine Band but he trained as a Commando. My brother passed his training at Lympstone when he was 17. Dad, Mum and I went to see him… Read More Royal Marine Commandos
Please bear with me. This is all True Truth. I married a man who is half Welsh/half English. His Dad is Welsh. His youngest sister (half Welsh/half English) married an English man surname Davis. NOT Davies. Sis and broth-in-law’s first born is a son who carries his father’s name Davis NOT Davies. All the above… Read More THE ANIMAL
Salsa Day. It’s hot here. Wonderful. Gorgeous. But HOT. So I made my version of Salsa as an a pair a teeth (aperitif) for the masses. Simples. Ciabatta bread sliced, doused in garlic infused extra virgin olive oil and baked for about 10 minutes. Then chuck into a bowl finely chopped onion, red/orange pepper, tomatoes,… Read More Salsa : Is Your Brain Actually Connected to Your Body?
Yup. From my earliest twenties essential oils have been an essential part of life. True story. Laser treatment for suspected cervical cancer then a later smear showed up positive. Nope. Not having that. A drop of Oil of Lavender on the inner thighs for a week and then to Oncology. The resultant medical apologies were… Read More Two Thirds of My Life with Essential Oils
This is obviously not a well-known app but it’s one I use several times a day. Especially when I’m beyond stressed. Sheesh. After almost an hour of four humans trying to entertain a growing crow bent on becoming the next best WMD (weapon of mass destruction) – I needed time alone with my single brain… Read More Words, Words, Words : Mr Word Pro App
Because Himself is more of a Pamplona Bull (Taurus) than an actual scurrying crab (July born Cancer) he’s slightly violent when it comes to J.Edgar Hoovering the cobwebs! Our downstairs loo’s curtain pole is the latest victim so it has no curtains at the mo. And (even though it has frosted glass windows) being situated… Read More Boho Curtain and Pamplona Bulls
Oh. Melancholy vibe :o( I’ve been looking through my inheritance. A cardboard box of photos and bit and bobs. Lily and Sam. My paternal Grandparents. As a small child Lily was always a BIG woman. Physically and mentally. Today she’d be classed as average and short. She was born and bred in the Gorbals, Glasgow.… Read More Terrorists in Glasgow : Lily
I truly, absolutely, bone-deep KNOW this. I’m now 60 years old. My mother died when she was 49. Dad when he was 70. They were both War Babies and brought up by scared and obedient, subservient parents. Jeebs. I will never diss the FEAR and ANGUISH of war. Yet. We are (well my generation) are… Read More Life’s What YOU Make It
Education Education Education So spouted Teflon Tony Blair when he became PM. I went to QEGS Grammar School. So did my two brothers and two sons. Not a one of us 5 ever went to University. We all preferred to SELF- EDUCATE. I came to Wagner by Norse Mythology. My eldest came to him by… Read More Götterdämmerung
I’ve never forgotten. I came from peasants. Grandfathers were a Tanner and Steelworker. Great Grandparents (maternal) were gardeners and grocers and decorators. I’m so not a fan of Rod Stewart. Husband calls him the FAKE Sweaty Sock (Fake Jock) But I LOVE Kelly and the Stereophonics. Even though they are …. errrr…argh….WELSH. :o) Handbags and… Read More Never Forget Where You’re Coming From
My earliest memories are of drums. The snare drum to be exact. Dad was a drummer in The Royal Marines Band. He even, once, let me stretch the skin and play it. But my grubby little fingers were banned from his Pith Helmet! Drummers. Apart from The Royal Marines Band, drummers are usually the placed… Read More Back Beat The Word Is On The Street
…It has truly opened my mind in ways inexplicable. Having lived with myself since I was born (!?) some stuff is so natural and easy and never questioned by me to/from me. The greatest eye-opener has been RELIGION as practised in the US of A. What? I’m the product of a Methodist mother and a… Read More What The Internet Has Done For Me…
The pipes, the pipes are calling, From glen to glen and down the mountainside… I caught a few minutes of Owen Benjamin yesterday. Ha! Gotcha – I always felt that you had a Highlander’s soul, young man. No one fights so long and so hard and so well without this fearless need for Freedom :o)… Read More Outlawed Tune on Outlawed Pipes
I have a tapestry in the making (from 20 years ago) that depicts a gorgeous Burne-Jones Angel and the quote in the image above. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. But…no matter what kind things I said or did, I was heckled out of the wazoo. Then banned. So… Read More Stranger Danger vs Stranger Angels
BTW : I am a Highlander. Both my paternal grandfather and grandmother are from Highland Clans. It’s in MY DNA…sent to/researched and the results given by complete strangers to me. We are Natural Empaths. Fact. This destroyed my Dad and is trying to destroy me too. Although, unlike my father, I’ve embraced and not denied… Read More The Chosen Ones
I’m such a huge fan of olde worlde black and white films. I have quite a collection now but this one slipped my notice. The Man Who Laughs. It comes from a novel by Victor Hugo, published in the 1860’s or thereabouts. Side Note : My Traveller-in Crime and I spent a wonderful summer afternoon… Read More L’Homme Qui Rit aka The Joker
I watched this film when it first came out and, although I can’t remember specifics, the premise is still with me. That “WHAT IF” moment. OMG. What if… I’d chosen that over this? What if… I’d said something different? What if…? That old chestnut of Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve. Then again I’m one of those that… Read More Sliding Doors : Time to ReVisit This Film
The library/study is under renovation right now. The picture above is about one eighth of the books in the room. Look at the door on the far left of the image… The tallest of us is 6ft 6inches high and he can go through the doors without bending. Above the door is the picture rail.… Read More Books Outta The Wazoooo!
Of course we have to have the obligatory “biggest in the world.” ! My youngest son and his father spent time in Nepal a handful of years ago. The father had last been there when he was 6 years old and his father was in charge of the local Gurkha Regiment. Lad and Dad had… Read More Go Big or Go Home : Prayer Wheels
Yup. Monday morning. Spring has sprung, The grass has riz, I wonder where that damned hose iz. Himself and a son have been down the poo mines just now. Heave the drain cover off. Get the hose and SHOVE IT UP THERE. The man of the house came back in and told me that he’d… Read More Real Life : Say Hello, Wave Goodbye/Shitter Was Full
Enough time has passed for the healing to happen. With that healing has come a life mission to make others aware of NPD – Narcissistic Personality Disorder. It’s so prevalent and misunderstood. Empaths struggle most with this personality type because we have an innate need to heal the world and everything in it. We are… Read More Narcissus on Echo Beach
Bright ideas are me! The dang paint is marketed as a deep cream but it’s YELLOW as a banana skin. Violently, vibrant yellow. WTF have I done? This is so not a colour ever used in my clothing or interior decor but the room is freezing in winter,,,even with a wood burner. Ding. Bright idea.… Read More Not Yellow, but YELLOW!
D’you remember Bros? This song made them. Here they are Live but not evil at the Hammersmith Odeon. OMG…BFF and I, aged 17, blagged our way into this place to watch a live band. Can’t even remember who the band was. I was so traumatised by being party to a criminal act. But, my God,… Read More When Will I, Will I Be FAMOUS?
When my boys were young teenagers their school sent letters home to parents inviting us to debate the teaching of Section 28 from the Labour Gov dot org in this school. Himself went ballistic and I wasn’t far behind! Y’all may think that the two videos shared below have NOTHING in common, until y’all know… Read More Section 28
Oh, crap. It’s snowing here. Hells Bells and buckets of pouts. I HATE driving in the snow. We Brits are brilliant at moaning about the weather. Too Hot. Too Cold. Too Windy. Too Foggy. We get so affronted by “weather.” Today I’m affronted by snow. Bad memories of snow vs vehicle, both of which happened… Read More Scandi Flicks & Imprinted Memory Syndrome
We used to have a radio clock beside the the bed which we’d set the alarm on. Most times, in Gibraltar, we didn’t need it. The kids were 2 years old and 7 months old and the best alarm clocks in the world, Anyway. He must’ve got up early to see to them because the… Read More Radio Gaga aka Clock, Radio, Alarm
I know. I’ve been there. Pushed out in the cold to freeze or starve to death. In the UK we call it Being Sent To Coventry. Side Note : Growing up, the words starving or perishing meant FREEZING To Death. An archaic English meaning that is still spoken now. Digging deep was all that I… Read More HELL Is A Cold Place
I did my RMP training in Chichester. 6 months at Roussillon Barracks. I went back there a few years later to live with my husband who was the recruits PTI aka Harry the Bastard. It wasn’t until quite a while later that this sharp-as-cotton-wool brain of mine connected Roussillon with Roussillon. Roussillon, France is deep… Read More PERFECT : Cinderella’s Shoe and Roussillon Barracks
The video below caught my attention because I’ve actually lived in the Olympic village in Berlin. The August of my 20th year, here on earth, I was sent to 247 Provost Company, Berlin. Our barracks were the “village” right beside the stadium. I even went into that famous stadium and imagined Jesse Owens running in… Read More Flaming History
This will make sense eventually :o) Himself works for ELDC Highways and Byways/Construction – a job requiring many talents. One thing he can’t do and tells everyone from Boss to workmate that he can’t do is Bricklaying. Can’t Do. Won’t Do. We have a small brick wall behind a small supermarket that’s in a small,… Read More The Town’s Very Own Wonderwall
Steaming is the Scottish word for…? When Eddi sings – When I’m steaming I’m shouting your name out loud…! I’ve only watched 300 once. And laughed every time Gerry’s accent slipped oot. Just watch below and below. I make sense to me. Being my only follower – That’s Grand :o) Miles too tall. Swear like… Read More STEAMING
By the last month of December 2019 I’d had as much as I could bear from The Three Blind Mice! FEB, JL, UAP To this day I am banned from all of their channels. Scary Wary – NOT! All three truly believe that they were amongst the first/the best/the vanguard who put their heads above… Read More Keep Your Head Below the Parapet
Said it before. Say it again. When I was 5 years old I was given a huge book on Greek Mythology for Christmas. From that day to this I’ve loved the subject. Morpheus was the Greek God of Dreams and Sleep. He also gave his name to a opiate – MORPHINE. A few years back… Read More Twisted “Mystery History” of Morpheus
Monday, Tuesday, and today – I’ve walked into our local supermarket to hear exactly the same song playing. And I-I had a feeling that I belongedI-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone Tuesday, my youngest son was with me and asked if I had itchy feet because I was dancing… Read More Strange but True “Coincidences.”
This happens sometimes and it’s something that I can’t control. A massive weeping fit. No idea why, I just started crying my heart out. It’s like something has broken, somewhere, for some reason, and the impact just reached me. I’m a weirdo. But a special kind of weirdo :o) P.S. No.5 – I’ve always blamed… Read More Tears of a Clown
This concept has fascinated me for many decades. I wrote about it in 2019… WABI SABI Wabi Sabi is a Japanese concept. It means: Perfect Imperfection That’s what we all are :o) **** My pinterest board is filled with wonderfully derelict buildings being reclaimed by nature. It’s a style of furniture that I adore –… Read More Wabi Sabi : Perfect Imperfection
I dedicate this song to one specific person who knows who he/she/they/them is/are. Done it before. Just the first few piano notes of this take me back to all the false, fake, foney who’ve ever crossed my path. Jokers of the pack. I thank you all :o)
True Truth of my life. When my father daughter-napped me from London (after my BFF had helped me escape from a slave job) and made me go back home – I could only live back with my parents if I got a job and paid rent. So I got a job and paid rent. I… Read More UB40
We’ve come to an agreement with our electricity supplier. Could be worse (?) We only have to find an extra £1,000 a year from NeverNeverLand. Shake My Head and Scream Out Loud. WHY?
This is not something that I talk about publicly. I don’t announce all over youtube about being an Empath. This blog is the ONLY place where I discuss it. Empaths are blessed and cursed. The blessings are wide-ranging but the main curse (for me) is loneliness. The very darkest of my life’s trials have happened… Read More The Loneliness of Being an Empath
GoodGrief. I’m such a simpleton. I get a knock at the front, open it, and find a Huge Bald Man there and his EON van. EON is our electricity supplier and he’s asking me questions about our smart meter. It’s a long story that started about 8 years ago when we were finagled into getting… Read More Knock, Knock…Who’s There?
This was part of my traveller-in-crime and my European Vacation. We did Paris first. Got mugged. Spent too much time in the British Consulate and with Gendarmes and our driver did NOT turn up to take us to Charles de Gaulle Airport for the flight (on Emergency Passports) to Italy. So we hired a taxi… Read More Visiting the Vatican
I always knew it as Place Royale and was determined to visit No.6. In the early 1600’s this was one of the de Rohan family homes. Having written almost a million words about the life and times of Marie de Rohan (covering the years 1622 – 1679 but only publishing the first in the series,… Read More Place des Voges vs Place Royale
Talk about being in the Right Place at the Right Time. I was living and working in Berlin….GERMANY (!) in 1984 when this song was released. I heard it first in German. On the radio. Loved the tune. Told this story almost 5 years ago in a live chat. I also mentioned the Ku’Damm which… Read More Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Uncontrolled Historian 