Hello Everybody,

                    Funny old thing 'beads'  aah 'beads' let me count the ways... but maybe more of that later...

 

                      (i have had other stuff to ponder on lately believe me) <ahem>

                      Have any of you been required, to really focus your mind on a task in hand,only to find that your said
                     'mind' runs scurrying away from you, hurtling down blind alleys or like rats up the old drainpipe?...

                      That's what my mind has been like lately...trying to escape, from the reality, the reality which has been all about the imminent re-decoration of our bedroom (to include a new ceiling going up there)-oh yes.

 It's been excrutiatingly painful, waving goodbye to all those old friends of mine,

 (that's clothes, shoes and handbags to y'all)

                      But on this urgent quest for an empty bedroom, I have actually been visited by old friends,

 (REAL friends)

  Ive been utterly astonished to be reminded, that many years ago.. (cough) many of my friends
                      actually sent me letters. We corresponded with each other in letters. Some of us even lived in the same
                      city as each other at the  time. I suppose it's fair to say that the majority of these letters came at
                      a time in our young lives when we were approaching a 'change' in our circumstances. I have a few
                      letters from various friends, where we discuss our pregnancies. One of those letters arrived from my
                      old school friend, who was living in Libyia at the time. (sadly she has now since passed away) 

*Not the friend who I mentioned in my previous blog.

                      but to read those letters, from friends, and family members, as I sat there on my bed..surrounded by
                      all those  -about to be discared clothes and STUFF-   it really did feel quite poignant.

                      What happened to letter writing eh?  Oh I know that some people manage their correspondence, perfectly well now by e-mail these days, thank you very much! and GOD knows the postal service is nothing to
                      write home about!

  'Did you see what I just did there?'  

                     But there was a 'thrill' was there not? to receive a hand written letter, with a stamp on it and
                     everything, come popping through your letter box. Hey? and ive not even started on yet about 'LOVE
                     Letters'  OMG i better watch what i'm saying...hubby will probably read this...ahem
                   
                     I have tried to make a promise to myself to write some (unsuspecting) soul a letter... *yeah yeah
                     yous are probably right of course... a flippin e-mail now and again wouldn't go amiss either..
                     I just had to take a break from Spaces, It was only meant to be a day or two..I apologise for
                     disappearing on yous.
                     In truth i don't think that i will be on Spaces very often for quite a few weeks yet. Not untill we finally get our bedroom restored to us. I will probably be going to stay with family. cos we'll have no bed for a few
                     days.
                     And then of course there is my TOE...   or toenail to be more precise. I am getting it removed on Monday
                     that's THIS monday coming! HALLELUJAH! oh but i'm dreading it, i really am, so please will yous say a
                     little prayer for me?  11.15 am   my appointment is. Monday 21st September.  thank you! xxx

 

                     Where was I?

 

                     Oh yeah...'beads'  welll?  I mean you got 'beads of sweat', and weve seen a few of that sort around here
                     lately I can tell you.   Then theres tiny little 'beads' of corriander seeds.

 They look just like tiny little beads. (they do)

 

 I opened a packet of them last week, one little packet contains about 500 of them
                     I accidently burst the bag and about 399 of them fell on the floor.

                     Today we had to dispose of a LARGE clear polythene sack. Guess what it contained?

  You know those little polystyrene..BEADS?

 

 its the sort that are used to fill a bean bag. My husband decided to give the bag a  little ((shake))

 and guess what happened?

                     Let's not go there....

                     How many beads do you think that a LARGE polythene sack contain, large Enough for to fill a bean bag?

                     answers on a VERY large Postcard please!

                     Or?.......

 

 a letter might be nice!   

                     mags x

 

*I would like to thank those of you who kept in touch with me, through this

difficult time. New friends AND old. I promise I will visit yous all just as soon

as I can. thanks for keeping the faith with me xxx  

 

 

 

 

Hello Everybody!

 

I can hardly believe this, but it is now 18 months ago that a dear friend of mine passed away. She suffered a short illness, but regrettably (owing to circumstances) I was unaware that she had died, and I didn't even get to attend her funeral! It upset me more than I can say, but I later found out that she was laid to rest on the date of my birthday, and the connection of these two dates has comforted me, whenever I reflect on her passing.

 

My friend often visits me in my dreams, especially if they are stressful or distressing! It's happened soo often that even in my sub-conscious, I sometimes think ..'oooh? this might be a dream then?'

 But more of my friend later...

 

I had a terrible dream last night, one which could only be described as a 'nightmare'

One of those dreams, - ye know? - soo vivid, It was 'real life' as far as I could make out! and such a sad dream it was too!

 

I was dreaming about a young family, ( this is a real family, mum dad, and 2 little girls, but in truth, i barely know them) that's the most bizzare thing about this dream,

 but anyway, in the dream I was in the street,and I was in conversation with some friends and their kids, and also this 'afore said' family. After a while the mum and dad wanted to walk on a couple of blocks to visit a supermarket,

I was about to say 'goodbye' to them, but their youngest daughter, wanted to stay behind with me for a while

 (she's not even 3 years old)

I was chatting with these other friends, so I said I would look after her, untill her folks got back from the shop!

ooooooooooooooh dear! 

 

As we were all chatting, the kids in our company were all running about (like they do) but all of a sudden, one of the oldest ones  yelled that the little girl was nowhere to be seen!

OMG ... 

anyway...long story short, this little girl, she didn't turn up..she was MISSING!

 

The next part of the dream I remember, Is me being summoned into a room for some kind of conference, which was attended by (god knows who) There were cops there, but also a man, who looked vaguely farmiliar to me but he had an 'axe' to grind with me and he said something very sarcastic. .... ANYway...

 

In walks the little girl's Mum and Dad!

and i will never ever forget the look that was on their faces....

They didn't look at me as they took their seats!

I was put through a wringer, of unimaginable proportions, and the conclusion,at the end of this meeting was, that although the girl had disappeared, I was not negligent!

(i dunno -this was the dream)

 

After the meeting I forced myself to approach the parents, They were both unbelievable, they looked as shattered as you could imagine, but they didn't blank me, and actually told me that they didn't blame me for their daughter's disappearance. I made the mistake of trying to hug them, but that was definitely a 'no -goer'

hardly surprising?

 

In the next part of the dream I was in the city centre, and I was waiting for someone (i'm not sure who) but while I was waiting, who should appear but my friend, (who I mentioned at the top of the blog?)

When I saw her I was thinking 'waaait a minute? haang on?'  But she didn't stop, she smiled and moved on out of sight.

(my friend has never spoken to me in these dreams)

 

The last part of my dream involved me making my way home (alone)

I can't describe how I felt...(so how would the little girl's mum and dad be feeling eh?)

 

.....and then I woke up!!!  

 

I just had to write this dream down, the 'atmosphere' of it has hung around me all day, as if it was something that actually happened.

 

It makes me wonder why we dream the dreams that we do.

As I said, this was a REAL family, but I barely know them! Why would I have such a detailed dream centering around folks that I hardly know?

 

What happened to the little girl?

 

Well she's ok THANK GOD!!!! because it was all only a dream....

 

a NIGHTMARE actually! but a dream nonetheless....

 

thanks for listening...I just had to get that off my chest,

 

and thank you my late friend for visiting me, in one of the worst dreams I have ever had in my life!

mags x