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Sunday, 25 December 2016

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas.



This year has been such a blessing for me with the grandchildren.

Peter is 3 now and growing up fast but he still enjoys a cuddle with his Grandpa . . . .



. . .  when he is not firefighting . . 



. . . . riding bare back . . . . 



. . . or building things . . . 



Rosa is 16 months . . . . . and doing well.  She comes to visit her Grampa every Tuesday.



She loves riding Peter's old car . . . 



. . . and taking Elleru for a walk in his buggy.

But perhaps my favourite photo of her was taken back in the summer.




Peter loves his little cousin.



I shall be spending Christmas Day with Rosa and Boxing Day with Peter. Aren't I the lucky Grampa?

Here's to 2017.

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Christmas Present Wrapping Tutorial

Saw this hilarious youtube on Christmas present wrapping.

I laughed and laughed and laughed ~ so funny.

Hope you like it.

Thanks Bernie for introducing it to me.




Monday, 7 November 2016

AMBULANCE STORY ~ DEAR DORIS

It has been quite some time since I posted. I have been very busy with various aspects of quite a crammed packed life and also I have taken a long blog break, always intending to return.

Whilst driving a bus for Dial-a-Ride today I was telling some passengers about some of my ambulance experiences and this dear little story came to mind when one of my passengers mentioned a Nursing Home south of Bristol. It was the same Nursing Home where one of my former patients lived. 



About 7 years ago I was scheduled to pick up a 99 year old lady called Doris from the Nursing Home and arrived to find a very friendly and quite active lady who greeted me with a huge smile. She asked me how old I thought she was and playing politics I said, "Oh, maybe early 80s!". A triumphant look dominated her face and she said, "I am 99 and I am going for my annual health check at the Royal United Hospital in Bath. Next time you come for me next year I shall be 100!"

I had to smile, bless her, and we walked to the ambulance and I helped her into it and we proceeded on our way, chatting and having quite a conversation.  

I was passing through my home town and I slowed down and pointed to a cottage alongside a hill we were climbing. I said, "Doris, see that cottage, my Great Grandfather lived there!".

She said, "Fancy that! Is he still alive?"

lol

I said, "Er, no Doris, if he was still alive he would be 169. He died in 1905."

She said, "Well I thought he might have lasted a bit longer than that!.

The dear lady, apart from that was as sharp as a razor.
I often think of former patients.  I have met some interesting personalities.

I hope to resume posting soon, including a large project I am making. I am building a tree bench and I am looking forward to telling you all about it.


Thursday, 2 June 2016

A TEXT TO GLADDEN MY HEART


I received a text message this morning and it changed my day. It was such a peasant surprise.

The Blood Transfusion Service wrote to me concerning my donation to them last week. Nothing unusual about the donation ~ I do it every three months and have been donating on and off for the last 50 years and done so well over 100 times.  The text message was to thank me for my donation and to inform me that my blood has been sent to Birmingham Children's Hospital, and that every donation counts.  

This is the first time I have had any feedback as to where my blood went and whom was/were the recipients, and I realise that it is illegal for them to provide any information other than in general terms. 

It gladdens my heart that in some way I have helped a little child, although of course I would greatly prefer that the child was not ill or in hospital in the first place.  

I am going to keep donating for as long as I am able.

If you feel you are able to donate please consider doing so . . a pint donated can save three lives and there is nothing more precious we can give someone than our own living blood and in a way breathe life into them.  Thank you. . . . :)




Saturday, 30 April 2016

AIRCRAFT AFTERNOON

DUPLO AEROPLANES



I had Peter over again yesterday and his dad joined us in the afternoon because he was on holiday.  The weather was a bit disappointing so we stayed at home and entered the plane making profession.  We started designing and manufacturing aeroplanes using Duplo, one of Peter's favourite building toys, and competed vociferously for available building material. 

It appeared that young Peter thought he was the chief Quality Control Manager because he exacted very harsh and severe treatment to all our designs and smashed almost all the 'brain childs' of his dad and grandpa.  Very few of our creations were allowed their tests and maiden flights and destined for recycling.

He seemed to approve of the WW1 biplane, shown in the photograph, and it somehow survived all his belligerence, so he loaded two plastic passengers aboard.  He made a hasty take off to an unknown destination across the room, and caused his pilot to make a very rough and bumpy landing. His flight attendants lacked decorum when he ordered the passengers off the plane, shouting a loud, "Get out!" . . . lol. 

Tut tut, you'd never hear that from a British Airways or Virgin Atlantic crew.  Jonathan and I were in hysterics.    

In the photo the background shows our family 'rogues gallery' and in the foreground is my Freddie Flintstone coffee mug, which can be seen quite clearly.

The red table and chairs are over 30 years old and belonged to my daughter, Selina, when she was little. During the morning I was sewing my jeans in the next room and I heard a few noises and was amazed to see that Peter had moved the table, chair and heavy box of duplo all by himself near my chair.  I was summoned into the room by a "Grandpa, come . . . build bricks with me . . . now!"  . . . oh he is so impetuous . . lol

When they had gone home I had the bricks all to myself and proceeded to start building a very large jumbo jet . . . . lol

I must finish it and show him next time he comes.  I expect it's working life will be extremely short . . lol

Thursday, 28 April 2016

MY LITTLE HELPER


Two Henry's are better than one!

Peter, my little helper arrived this morning together with his vacuum cleaner, a fully working Henry, who was delighted to meet his big green brother . . they got on famously . . lol. The little red one has it's own batteries and really sucks up dust.


"Grandpa! me work big one . . . it works better . . you have mine!"


. . . and he then proceeded to clean under the table.


I had to have a little chuckle.

It reminded me of his wanting to help me cut the lawn a while ago, and wants to do everything himself.  

He always insists on emptying the grass clippings:


On Saturday his Mummy and Daddy bought him a playhouse and we have been busy painting it . . . hopefully we can get it assembled at the weekend.


We'll get him a little table and chair to go inside, and finish off the roof with some felt roof tiles.




Tuesday, 26 April 2016

SWEET MEMORIES


3 years, darling.
Miss you so much!

Cherished memories of 40+ years together. Thank you.

Until we meet again, Maria . . . . . X