Time lost

No posts for the last 5 years...ok yes it was a man how stole 5 years from my life...5 years i will never get back!
I feel dead now...no emotion..no feeling..no love left. Your sliver tongue just dripped with promises and lies and i fell for them every time. I realise now that you..John Edward Lawrence are just a user. You use people but you never ever give anything back but false hope...keep them in the back burner incase you don't get anything better. Only 2 months ago you sat across my table and said yes you are getting some sex but it was only mindless sex...when infact you are in another relationship...but you still gave me that bit if hope that you were just sorting your life out and would come back to me. ..why not be honest..the lies hurt so much more than the truth.
So John Lawrence I delete you from my feelings , from my prayers,  from my heart, I will no longer care about you and your fate, whether you are happy or not,  whether you are well or not...you no longer exist to me even as a friend because friends don't lie to each other. I was worrying about you and your mental health and all the time you were in another relationship. I hope you and Angela are very happy but I doubt it will have a happy ending.. I doubt she is as stupid as me and will put up with your lies for as long as i have. Sad to say I still love you...but could never trust you and i hate what you have done to me over the last five years how you have screwed with my mind till i have no mind.
Good luck to you ...and most of all good luck to all the women you mindlessly destroy ! Because there will be more!

Och eye the noo,

After 20 years of Australia, and the last 5 years returning there for my holidays, I am actually booked on a holiday in Bonnie Scotland. In all my 54 years of being British I have only visited Scotland twice,

1st visit, 1976 yes the hottest of years, drove with my ex husband ( a trial at the best of times), and in laws from Malaysia in a huge ford station wagon hire car up to Loch ness, stayed in a B&B run by a very nice couple from GERMANY! My in laws refused to go out because the 'sun is too hot'! my 18month out son hated the heat and grizzled most of the way, except for a trip on the loch.

2nd visit, 2003 visiting from Australia and on way to visit relos in Belfast navigated my sister up to Glasgow airport park&fly, after driving through some of the most distressing industrial wasteland, we arrived at some run down railway building, this could not be the place could it? Yes it was! a small , shabby Scotsman came out and spoke in some intelligible accent eventually gesturing us to go into the building, took the car keys and drove off in my sisters car! Well that's the last time we were going to see that I thought! entering the building we were asked to wait in a small room, I've see nicer rooms in Australia, and we call them bush dunnies, but a quick visit to the toilet was even more horrific, there was a fungus growing in there which was half way evolved to a full grown adult! A hair raising trip in a mini bus that I doubt could have passed an MOT ( none of the seat belts worked) with a couple of Americans who were in such a state of shock they were white faced and silent! We arrived at the airport in time and had a great trip to Northern Ireland, on the trip back my sister was not happy that I wanted to bet on whether she would get the same car back, but despite all the worries, it was returned safe and well!

So now I only have to wait for September to see just what Sctoland can really offer!

Ready Steady Cook

So here we are in Sydney on the set of Ready Steady Cook with Peter Everett, it was a great show, but not being broadasted until October! Had a great laugh as the warm up guy was continously pulling faces, especially at the suggested recipies!

The Fruitcake theory

Forest Gump may think that life is like a box of chocolates but I think of it more like a fruit cake, a traditional old English rich fruitcake.

Life is made up of many different parts, experiences and challenges, just like a fruit cake,

The fruit is like the chewy bits of life that you can get your teeth into and then reap the reward of the rich fruit flavours, of course some bit are a bit chewier than others, and some have more or less flavour but it is the diversity that gives substance to your life.

The nuts are those hard little bits of life, some of which you think are so hard as to break your teeth, some that leave that bitter taste in your mouth, and some that just add fibre to a bland diet.

The cherry’s are those precious moments, finding the love of your life, the birth of a child, the achievements that fill you will pride. The bits you want to show off to all, that your slice of the cake is better for having cherry’s in it.

The cake mixture that is made from butter, eggs and flour are like the love, faith and hope that binds our lives together, giving it substance and making it whole.

And the icing??

Well the icing on the top of the cake is of course sex, the crowning glory, the elation and molding of 2 into 1 if only a few brief but ecstatic seconds.

And we all know what happens if you have the icing without the cake, yes it tastes good, but it soon melts away and very soon you’re hungry again because it lacks the substance to sustain life with its complex balance of requirements.

So life is more like a fruit cake, enjoy it and the icing together!

A weekend in Prague

This was a great birthday present from my daughter Sarah, a great weekend in Prague!!

In Remembrance of the little guys without whom the hero's would never have been hero's.

Ode to the Flight Mechanic

Lords of the air they call them

They speak of our opposing fame

The front page of every newspaper

Is endorsed with some pilot’s name

Connected with some deed of valour

Performed by the men in the sky

The usual Henkels or Dornier’s

Come crashing to the earth to die!

There is one chap who gets no medals

You never hear his name

He does not fly in the pale blue sky

Or pose in the news for fame

His job cannot be called romantic

And he’s not in the people’s eye

But our hero’s cannot do without him

And I’ll tell you the reason why

He inspects the kite every morning

And he fills the tank every night

He keeps it running smoothly

And all the pressures right

He’s up at the break on dawn

And he’s there till twilight fades

Pulling his weight at the rear of the crate

Helping to spread the raids

So next time you see some picture

Of a pilot and smiling crew

Remember the bloke who keeps them above

Though he’s only an AC2

And next time you praise a pilot

As the enemy falls a wreck

Keep your mind on the bloke you don’t know

Who answers to the name of Flight Mech

Written by my Dad and his mates while training with the RAF at the beginning of WW2 Dad went on to serve with the RAF in India, training the new Indian Air force, before being demobed in 1947. He spent a lifetime working with aircraft, being a flight Inspector with British Aerospace, clearing the Red Arrows to fly following service and working on air craft such as the Vulcan's and Harriers. He came home from the war, like so many others, he never forgot. I can always remember when watching the Red Arrows display, he would remind us that with out his stamp on the paperwork they would not have even got off the ground. So never forget the little man, he may be just the man you need when your in a tight spot!

Footsie

After two weeks of hard slog i am now a fully qualified Foot health Professional, with the added title of MCFPH MAFHP that makes a total of 21 letter after my name, at this rate I will need to do all my letters in the landscape format just to get the my qualification letters in the heading in. Over the past two weeks i have seen so many pairs of feet ranging from a 15yrs of Ballet dancer to a 97 yr old great great grandma! At the time it seemed that the smell of the less savory ones penetrated your very soul, following you home to reappear at unusual times to remember, Auditory hallucinations I think but pretty weird. I nearly lost it with one patient who's son-in-law had just passed away at home the previous night, he kept talking about it and it sounded so similar to Steven's death that I was so overwhelmed that I didn't know how to handle it, apart from burying my face in his feet like a myopic hobbit and carry on burring and rasping while he carried on off loading his grief that was so like mine. I hope he felt better, not only to get his toenails cut etc, but to be able to talk without feedback or interruption.