In my introduction to The Camping Chronicles, I told you about waking up and finding a rather large cow trying to get inside the tent.
Today, I was chased out of the house by a cow.
It was particularly persistent in driving me towards the door, making all sorts of noises and fuss. Obviously, Cows know another cow when they see one. My star sign is Taurus, so that’s pretty close.
The fact that it was a yellow cow, squeaked rather than moo’ed and was the favoured toy of the moment probably explains it better. We were late getting started for our walk this morning, and so the cow was used to nudge, poke and prod us accordingly by her ladyship.
Now let me tell you about the bull.
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They say the camera never lies. Whenever we have our picture taken, the image we see isn’t exactly how we see ourselves. Our bums/boobs/thighs are too big, or our smile is just that little bit too goofy or forced.
How many times have you heard the number of pounds the camera ‘puts on’ our celebrities, yet we are supposed to believe that what we see is how things actually are. Some pictures are snapped with such incredible chance timing that the end result is uncanny, unusual, or funny. Pictures of every day things taken from odd angles are unrecognisable, whereas others taken with different depth perceptions suggest holiday makers are holding up pyramids, or little people are standing on our hands.
But what about photographs that deliberately mislead the viewer? I’m not talking about trick photography either.
My Dad would have been 85 this month.
He was not a religious man, but since visiting the stunning cathedral in Milan in 1998, I always light a candle for him on his birthday, on Father’s Day, and at Christmas.
If we go on a field trip and visit a church, if they are available we’ll light candles for both our Dads. It is our way of showing we are thinking of them always, even when we are away from home. Continue reading
We were driving back from our walk in the New Forest one Sunday and decided to drop in on the In Laws. As we approached a roundabout close to their house, we saw there was a car parked in the middle similar to Dad’s.
As we got closer, we saw it WAS Dad’s and stopped.
We changed drivers so that Hubby could drive Dad’s car with a very shaken father in law in the passenger seat.
There was no damage done to him or the car, but apparently he’d been carved up on the roundabout and ended up in the flower bed in the middle. Continue reading
Going through some old files, Hubby came across an envelope.
Inside, was some personal stuff, and with his permission, I’d like to share this:
You’re with me at my waking hour
Although you’re not beside me,
I hear you but you are not there,
And yet you are within me.
Your loving arms hold me so close,
I still sense them when we’re parted,
Your lips feel warm against my cheek.
God knows when the loving started.
So far away, and yet so near
I could just reach out and touch you,
To hold your hand, caress your brow,
But I don’t know much about you.
So short a time, it seems like years,
Like you’ve always been a part of me,
You know my moods, you feel my pain,
You’ve touched the very heart of me.
I didn’t want to feel again,
To Love with soul and mind,
I needed a friend and companion,
Not the heavy commitment kind.
Now I can feel I have all of it,
Not that I regret one day,
It wasn’t planned, or wished, or schemed,
It just turned out this way.
We’ve had our share of misery,
We’ve suffered but muddled through,
The future’s ours for the taking,
And I want to share mine with you.
I wrote that twenty five years ago. It rings as true today as it did then.
In my pre-Hubby life, March was the busiest month in the calendar.
Not only did it denote the official beginning of Spring, but from day 1 right through to the 31st, every couple of days it would be someone’s birthday or anniversary.
How some of the latter events came about were quite funny.
I have been shamed today. By a photograph. Or rather a large number of photographs.
Whilst looking through google images as is my norm for illustrations for my posts, I came across pages and pages of them. And felt dreadful.
We have all heard the expression “Eyes bigger than your Belly”.
How about throwing in gluttony and greediness, and waste?
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