The Call Of The void

 

Meirion gave me a lecture the other day about my downpipe.

He’s sweet, but has a habit of giving me a lecture about things.

It’s irritating because he is invariably right in what he says.

Those sort of conversations always are.

“ You’ll get damp in the upstairs bedroom if that leaks anymore” he noted seriously

I nodded, also seriously and promised to get it sorted 

He’d already suggested that I stake my graveyard laburnum 

I promised to do that, but haven’t got around to it.

Even though I’m a great list maker I still have lots to do

The downpipe does need fixing , but I am not the girl to do it. 

I cannot go up ladders to save my life.

I’m terrified of heights even ones just ten feet from the ground.

I am a right wuss.

I suffer from the syndrome The Call Of The Void

That’s where you get the urge to jump from very high spaces 

Luckily Facebook came to my aid and a quick plea for a handyman with his own ladder brought forth an offer of help, this time from said handyman’s partner who lives in the village. 

I hate it when workmen come around, I try to go all butch and understanding

Winnie just to blow them kisses.

So on nights I am making more lists

The downpipe is number one, and I’ve messaged partner to organise a meeting for me

Second on my list isn’t the laburnum, I’m being bolshy about that one and am ignoring the suggestion. 

Third, is the office walls which need repainting, the impetus for that is the new Bauhaus picture which will lovely of a muted yellow wall

I still haven’t finished my revalidation paperwork too……that was a job for tonight 

I’ve spent too long doing other things……..typical…in between patient care, I’ve been booking theatre and cinema tickets…..hey ho

There is fourteen things on my list

Buying a ladder will not be one of them.

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Favorite

 Favorite desserts- cake and brownies 

Olympic sport- Table tennis

Caribbean Island-Anguilla

Writing utensil- Precise V5 Pen

Calming activity-Word searches 

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Getting There

 Saturday is my general weigh in day.

I use the scales at work, which are hidden away in our physiotherapy department .

My total weight loss to date is over 23lbs 

,hopefully a few pounds more as I’m on nights tonight.

I have double that weight to go. 

I feel on track. 

Now only those with weight issues will understand how painful it is looking a photographs of yourself when you hate your size

A mirror doesn’t lie, ever…even though you may hide behind a friend when the camera comes out .

Simply dieting never works, you have to be in the right frame of mind to be able to let go of comfort eating

I’ve reached that frame of mind.

Thank fuck for that ! 

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Despair

 

Whose garden was this? It must have been lovely

Did it have flowers? I've seen pictures of flowers

And I'd love to have smelled one

Whose river was this?

You say it ran freely?

Blue was its color?

I've seen blue in some pictures,

And I'd love to have been there.

Tell me again, I need to know

The forests had trees, the meadows were green

The oceans were blue and birds really flew

Can you swear that was true?

I first heard this song by Tom Paxton in 1970. As an environmental protest song, it was ahead of its time. It imagines a world in which Nature is denuded - a world in which flowers, gardens  and trees live only in human memory.

Fifty years since the song first surfaced, its warning message remains more relevant than ever. All over this over-populated planet Nature is in retreat largely  because of mankind's short-sighted carelessness or perhaps our indifference. Forests are shrinking as deserts spread. Birdsong is declining along with the humming of insects.

Wild mammals are disappearing at an alarming rate as are the creatures that inhabit our oceans - some of them not yet even discovered. It's enough to fill your heart with despair.

I think of a desperate, malnourished polar bear floating away to oblivion on a  a raft of  ice as Tom Paxton sings the background song  or perhaps the  film makers would choose the late Vera Lynn's version instead. If only our politicians, influencers and leaders of commerce and industry were listening. Soon it will be too late.

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