A Little Peevish I Guess

peeve.pngPaula, the creator of Light Motifs II, has been hosting THE PET PEEVE for a couple of months, I believe.  I don’t know if it is supposed to be a Monday, but hopefully my late submission still qualifies. I suspect, that I am not the only one who might be ticked off with the amount of mail that they have received during the past few weeks. But hopefully, there will be no more after today.


I have been all loved up recently, and I just have not had anything significant to voice any kind of complaint about. But I think I might have something after my trip to collect my post yesterday. Don’t worry – it will pass.

post.pngI don’t have a letter box. The Royal Mail know that my post is to be delivered to the home of a friend. I go and collect, normally once a week, but because I was busy, yesterday I collected two weeks of post. Normally I have very little post. This time I had over twenty letters. Some of them had my address handwritten on the envelope but no stamp. That was even weirder. I wondered why I had so much post. I took it home, opened it all up. The good news is I had no bills at all. That’s because I haven’t been spending any money.

That reminds me of another subject. My friend told me today that her family have rules at this time of year. £5 maximum spend on a gift, and the family are only allowed to shop at charity shops. Oh and rather than buying something for every member of the family, they put everyone’s names in a box, and they all draw one name to buy for. Each member of the family buys one gift and receives one gift. I thought that was wonderful. Since the holiday season is basically just about lining the pockets of retailers, I loved hearing that.

Big Ben, Houses Of Parliament, NightAnyway…back to my post. Envelope after envelope was stuffed with political propaganda. All hoping for a chance to have more control in what goes on within a building that is crumbling almost as quickly as the system of things.

I didn’t read any of the political post. I did a rough count in my head of how many letters each party had sent. It was shocking. All of it went straight into the recycling box without me reading a word.

I just wondered, is there anyway you can get yourself removed from the mailing list of whoever is using precious trees to send stacks of unsolicited junk mail to people who do not wish to vote for any of them?

Propaganda, Revolution, People

I guess it is a free country. If every other Tom, Dick and Harry has a right to freedom of speech and press, these political folk have a right to cut down trees and print millions of leaflets off. But how do I get them to stop sending them to me?

This is the closest to a rant I come.

I have a relative who is a politician, so is probably involved in papering the constituency they serve in with propaganda too. I will probably ask when I see them during the holidays – how do I make sure that I don’t receive this level of harassment? Surely there is a way to get yourself removed from mailing lists?

Because I change address so often, I don’t get junk mail. Sometimes, I wonder if some of my former addresses are still receiving my Tesco coupons or other junk mail type post. I have been very cautious with my current address, and make a point of not giving it out. If I need to order something, I usually have it delivered to the home of a friend or family member. So it is all very strange to be bombarded with a stack of appalling propaganda.

What I did catch a glimpse of appeared insulting to the intelligence of a sensible person. It is scary to think that some people might lap this kind of stuff up and actually believe it.

Oh I look forward to the day when political parties, elections and propaganda are all a distant memory. Going, going, going…almost gone. “Just a little while longer…” 🙂


You Have Been At The Center Of My Thoughts And I Have Loved Orbiting Around You

Today, I would like to talk about orbits, or orbiting. Are you are aware of your own orbit? Or that of other people in your life who orbit around you?


Perhaps you have a clear sense of your own orbit and that of others in your life. Incidentally, I once asked someone what it means to be “spiritual”, and they said that it is when your Creator is right at the center of your life and you orbit around Him. I thought that was beautiful. But of course it is a metaphor.

ladiesWhen there is someone at the center of your thoughts, someone you orbit around, make time for, plan for, make decisions in their favour, spend even more time thinking about than you are able to spend with them…your life course begins to alter slightly. It might be in small ways. For me, it affects my choice of clothes, the way I do fix my hair and makeup, the subjects I talk about with friends, the music I listen to, how strict I am about saving my spare cash.

Amazingly, the other person, the person who is now at the center of your thoughts, the one who you have begun to orbit around, may not even realize it! It all depends what or who is at the center of their thoughts! They may not be orbiting around you at all! Heart-breaking!

vanilla cheesecakeA while back I wrote a letter to someone who has been very special to me for over two years now. (If you have been reading my posts for a while, I am sure you can work out who!) I mentioned that I had been orbiting around him for some time. I changed my job to spend more time with him, I bought lovely dresses, I made a fuss of my hair and make-up. I saved up really hard to be able to afford to travel to see him and to buy him gifts and cook delicious food for him.

But no matter how much effort you put in, no matter how great your hair looks, no matter how much you dress up for someone, no matter how many cakes you bake…there is no handle on the outside of the human heart. They have to choose to let you in…to draw you in like gravity and allow you a closer orbit.

orbs.gifI loved orbiting around him! But I was frustrated by something. The distance, not just geographically, in other ways too. I admitted in that letter I wrote, that I felt like Pluto (not the dog) over three billion miles away with an agonizing long orbit. I desperately wanted to be closer, closer in every way, not just geographically.

He has been at the center of my thoughts, at the core of me, at the center of my life and I absolutely loved orbiting around him! It made me very happy. My only wish was that I had been closer.