I’ll Try To Be Back Before Tomorrow

night out.pngAll dressed up with a place to go!!! If you see a caramel blonde wearing an electric blue dress strutting her stuff on the dance floor, give me a shout and offer to buy me a drink hey!!

Caramel and company are club crawling in London. I am the sensible one. The one who makes sure we move on to another location when it feels right. The one who drinks lemonade, because after what happened to me four years ago, I don’t trust what is going on around me. I am just out to have a few laughs with friends and to have a dance (we’ll see about karaoke! 😉 )

It’s Saturday…it’s not a school night…so why not hey! Life in London for a lush lass. I can’t imagine I’ll be catching up on WordPress tonight, so I will try again tomorrow.

No Rain On My Parade!

I found myself with some spare time (yayyyyyy!) on Friday afternoon, so I thought I would give my attention to working on a few posts before going out in the evening. I am in a happy, mirthful mood at the moment. Jack has cast a bit of a shadow on last week, so I decided this weekend will be devoted to fun with friends! London here we come!!!

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One of the posts I wanted to make sure I finished before the week was over was my SHARE-YOUR-WORLD post in response to the brilliant questions from Melanie, the creator of sparksfromacombustiblemind. Here is Melanie’s original SHARE-YOUR-WORLD post for this week:


Let’s begin shall we!

“I’m going to live!

Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter 

Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

Don’t tell me not to fly…”


When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?

What is 90? If you are planning on living forever, at 90 life is only just beginning!

working togetherBy the time I am 90, I hope to be married to a wonderful man, who is my best friend. I don’t want to live alone I have decided. But neither do I want to marry an eeeed-yat! I think I will be too young to want to have children or a permanent home, so I am kind of hoping he feels the same way at that stage.

I would hope he and I are travelling in the international restoration work after this corrupt system has gone. It will be wonderful working to restore paradise and helping to build homes for resurrected ones. Seeing the whole earth thrive and all it’s creatures healthy and secure. Whenever I think about the future I feel overwhelmed with happiness.

living.jpgSomebody used to say to me (my memory is blank as to who it was) when you are 86, 385, 672, 581 years old, do you still think you’ll be keeping track of your age? Do you think we will have stopped using the greeting “How are you?”? Do you think you will remember falling out with someone over a misunderstanding? Or do you think you will be celebrating all of the wonderful friends you have? All of the satisfying work you have been involved in? All of the tears of joy you have wept since humans have been living in harmony with the way they were designed?

What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?

I ought to say reading the posts from other bloggers on WordPress – oughtn’t I?

disasterIf I was on my own home, at my little nest, I would probably make sure the whole flat was spotlessly clean and that I was up-to-date with all my laundry and ironing. I would probably make a dish like a curry or lasagne to freeze and perhaps bake something. I would catch up on my e-mails to all my loved ones. Then I would relax either with a medical book, a novel, or I might even be tempted to find something watchable on television (TV is the last resort).

rainy dayBut if I was out and the rain changed my plans, I would head for a museum or gallery in London. I might go to a department store and pretend I am interested in make-up for a wedding. They will give you a virtual make-over if they think you will come back and spend money. My entire annual budget for make-up is normally around £10 per annum. I might wander in and out of charity shops looking for bargains. I am sure I would find a cute cafe with comfy seats, to drink soya cappuccinos in, and hope they had something tempting to eat. I might reply to some text messages – I am hopeless with my mobile phone., but I do tell everyone to ring my landline if it’s important.

I have answered the questions as if I was alone. Eight times out of a ten I would have company. But it is nice to have some time alone occasionally – to let the brain work out all the input it has taken in. We do have a significant number of rainy days here in England, so I am an expert in how to make the most of a rainy afternoon. Rain doesn’t spoil fun, it just changes the fun!

What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?

differentErm…I guess the only thing that I find hard to understand about myself is my memory after my head injuries.

My family have often suggested I am different after the head trauma I received. It was disconcerting, no, upsetting, when I first picked up on their comments. What is it about me that they feel I have lost?

memory1.pngFor the most part is doesn’t bother me, but my family seem to find it upsetting at times that I don’t remember people and other things I apparently should do. I have realized on occasion that people I was talking to were a bit distressed that I had no recollection of them at all, when apparently we used to be close friends.

Memory is a funny thing. I remember so much from childhood. But the memories of my twenties are very hazy. I would love to recover them. Because I feel sometimes as if I have lost some of me.

Anyway memory is a fascinating subject to me, especially since I received the blows to my head that night in the park.

When was the last time you tried something to look ‘cool’ (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment?   Details?

How can I possibly answer this question? The truth is, in case you didn’t already realize it, Caramel is the height of “cool”!!! And she has been since the age of five! I still have the rock chic look going on. Always in sunglasses (after my head injuries, the sunglasses are a life-saver!) and now with long caramel blonde hair.


Can I ask you an honest question? Is it really all that cool to be known for wearing a collection of sparkly long-sleeved leotards during stage performances, making Linda Lusardi look drab? I don’t think I have a single pair of tights (panty-hose) than are ladder-resistant enough to tempt me into displaying my well toned pins!


This is an opportunity to share a picture, a story or event that shows your gratitude.

great1I was thinking today about my first manager in a practice I used to work in when I first moved to this area in December 2016. I always knew she was a good manager. She trained me very well in a field I had no knowledge of at all – I knew nothing! And I am very grateful to her for all her patience. Suddenly it is very useful to me that all of her training has stuck in my head!

Great managers are exactly that – GREAT! They can make your life at work so enjoyable and rewarding. I have had the occasional numpty as a manager, but on the whole I have been very privileged to have worked with some wonderful people.