R's rue

  My fugue state of yesterday irritated me greatly It was time for a bra strap hike And so I took advantage of a friend’s insomnia and a quiet hour at work and arranged for us to meet in a couple of weeks time in Manchester. I’ve booked us a good deal in a hotel , a nice table at Mowgli and tickets to see Let The Right One In at the Royal Exchange . ( a theatre production of the hit Swedish film of the same name ) a play which has excellent reviews on line. Something to look forward to, even though I can’t really afford it. But we will go Dutch. That’s the ticket. Blogland has not heard from The Weaver Of Grass for a week or so. And messages are slowly starting to build on her blog asking if all is well. I hope it is . My thoughts are with her. from Going Gently https://ift.tt/oqa03Kt

I was looking at a list of the hundred top singles of 1969. It was perhaps surprising how many of them I could remember but back then I was quite obsessed with music and kept up with the charts and latest releases even though I much preferred full albums. Anyway, for nostalgic entertainment purposes, I decided to pick just three of my favourite songs from the list to share here with you - in no particular order. Maybe next week I will do the same for 1970. Enjoy! Peter Sarstedt - "Where Do You Go To My Lovely?":- Elvis Presley - "In The Ghetto":- Fleetwood Mac - "Man of the World":- from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/C3TxFpM

 I’m not sure what I’m all about today. It’s a nothing day as I’m back on nights. This time doing my own and not a colleague’s who had been delayed in the beautiful looking Sicily.  I’m mourning my cancelled trip to Italy and will organise one as soon as I can afford it . I’m sat at the kitchen table and the almond milk in my bucket of coffee has curdled.  The oven is purring and I’m going to be making soup soon Butternut squash, bean and chilli  I can hear pawsteps from the bathroom Soon Roger will jog purposefully through the kitchen and into the garden. He will do a figure of eight around the paths, give a half woof at the gate, then will watch the blackbirds or a sparrow for a while, or the bantam cockerel who still lives in the gardens west of the Church before bouncing back to the kitchen. He will stop for a head rub before sitting in the sunny spot on the living room carpet with the others.  An hour or so later he will be off on his rounds if ...

 First of all, I need to say THANK YOU!!!  First for knowing how long I’ve been blogging. Second for your wonderful comments. This morning, I saw a friend post that she is requesting prayers for her child. A possible CP diagnosis. I’ve prayed. But, honestly I don’t know how to pray. In all my years, this is the one thing I’ve stopped asking. You don’t know how life will go. Independence. That’s a pipe dream. I have in some ways. Other ways not so much. And I don’t know if I will fully have it. That’s acceptance. I accept that I don’t know, and that’s the only answer I can give you. The one I can give myself. So please pray if you’d like.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/54jBTfG