When Darkness Falls

 


When Darkness Falls is a play , that if written in the 1950s would have toured in rep around Yorkshire for most of 1957.
It wasn’t dreadful 
It was just static, slightly boring and remarkably not scary.
Ok the one big scare moment was foiled by a man on our row ,getting twenty people up to go to the toilet ,but having said this , I was bored silly. .
But it was nice to go out though. I enjoyed the event.
One of my besties was seeing the revival of  Oklahoma  in London last night  ….wish I was there lol
I’m on three 12.5 hour days shifts now ( don’t ask ) 
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Renewal

 Taking in

A warm day 

Filled

With hope

Renewal

And promise



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November Ultra


Thank you all for your suggestions in yesterday’s post. They have galvanised me somewhat for next weeks sub committee meeting which was running the risk of being overwhelmed of what we can’t do instead of looking of what we can do. 

I’ve reflected long and hard over this recently . 
That’s why I’m attracted to warm “ can do” personalities 
The negative ones, walk to the beat of my mother’s “can’t do “ old drum
That’s why I’m trying to distance myself from those with negative energy
You know the sort….people that can suck the life blood from a lemon without really trying.
I just don’t want to deal with it .

Anyhow, Tonight I’m off to the theatre clwyd to see the play When Darkness Falls.which is described by the Guardian as being able , to leave you cowering in your seat! 
Ooh arhhh
I’m going on my own , which is fine.
I need to get out tonight and can’t always rely on the company of friends.

I will leave you with the above song  by November Ultra 
A song which was playing this morning on the radio, when Mary was sat on my knee bumming toast crusts.
She’s getting on now, and is slower, slightly arthritic and more cranky than her pack mates.
And for a couple of minutes we danced slowly around the kitchen together to this tune ,

Her head tucked under my chin, like a puppy



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Finn

Over on the west coast of Ireland my late brother Paul had two sons with his wife Josephine. Above you can see Paul's youngest son Kevin with his new baby boy - Finn who was born this very month. I love the look on Kevin's face. It seems to be saying, "I love you Finn and I will guide you and watch you grow and get money to feed you and keep a roof over your head and be the very best father I can be to you. Thank you for your arrival this very day. You are already beginning to enrich my life."

Of course Kevin's girlfriend Serena had a small part to play in making Finn happen.

It is a shame that he came into our world almost thirteen years after Paul's untimely death. Paul would have loved his first grandson with all of his heart, perhaps playing tunes on his fiddle to send the little man to sleep. 

Here's Paul's older son Michael holding his brand new nephew:-
Michael and Kevin were born within eighteen months of each other and remain very close. They are both trained electricians so as long as they avoid touching live wires they'll always be okay for work. They were always smashing little lads but of course they are grown men now. Michael was thirty one last December.

Youth evaporates but life goes on.

Welcome Finn.


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