All posts by CARAMEL

My stories are generally short and sweet, easy to read....not supposed to challenge anyone mentally. Just a few minutes diversion. You might relate to Caramel. You might think she is daft. She is learning with every story. Then there is the story of how Caramel was crushed. It will be delicately told. Mostly you will have a site full of life and joy. I don't have a camera. I have a tablet (which I won as a prize for passing a test at work) and that has a little camera thingy on it. I have tried to take photos and load them onto my lap-top, but there is something wrong with my tablet. It only lets me take one photo at a time. I have to bluetooth it and then delete it before I can take the next one. Nightmare! Anyway, I bring up the subject because very few of the pictures in the posts I publish were taken by me. They are from Pixabay and Shutterstock etc. They are not my "work". Then again I don't consider my posts work as such. It's just me waffling away, the same way as I would write a letter to my loved ones, about my life mostly. If dread the thought of upsetting anyone by sharing personal posts on WordPress and decorating them with what appear to be free images from these image sites. If I have unintentionally used something that someone recognizes and feels they should have been given credit or the image not be used at all. Please leave a comment on my post and I will correct it. The pictures I use are only used to decorate my waffley posts and make it more bearable for the 20-30 who seem to regularly view or like my posts (I don't know how many actually read them). I would never claim they are mine or my work. I make no money at all from blogging. Neither am I doing this to attain credit or recognition. I have just found it helpful to write about "stuff". It's a huge bonus that other bloggers have been so friendly and left kind comments. But please please let me know if I have broken blogging etiquette. I don't want to sour anyone else's blogging experience.

Is It All In My Head?

Jack very delicately and tactfully put a question to me at the weekend. I have been suffering…yes suffering…with some sidesplitting headaches recently, and added to that two black-outs, he finally convinced me that contacting my GP was absolutely necessary. The GP told us to go to A&E (which is exactly what they always do because of my history).

So, Jack drove me off to A&E, and I waited, and waited, and waited, while Jack had to spend most of the time in his car responding to phone-calls. He checked on me regularly though and when I texted him to say I had been called in, he was not far behind me. After a score of questions and routine checks, I had to wait even longer before they sent me off for a CT scan, and then I had to wait for the results – and they just said almost word for word what they always say.

Anyway…Jack posed a question and he was very careful about his wording. In view of the recent change to a new job that I am finding not particularly enjoyable, it is possible that there is a link between my headaches and blackouts and stress?

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I respect Jack for asking the question. I was sincere when I said I don’t think it is stress. I don’t really feel stressed in my new job, although I am unhappy there. I acknowledged there may be an increased physical demand on my brain and body due to the longer commute to work. Perhaps staring at a screen all day is not helping. But I don’t think it is any kind of anxious stress that is causing these headaches.

They are much too intense. Plus, the Doctor who discussed the CT scan said there is a little swelling, but no sign of any bleeding. Swelling is not good. But stress does not cause your brain tissue to swell. The Doctor discussed the familiar advice on not exerting myself physically, on not taking any risks, and on making sure I rest and remain hydrated. In other words, he had no idea why I am still having blackouts and realizes that I have been examined by neurologists more times than I have been to a dentist in my life!

Jack was so sweet to me after our adventure to hospital. I was shattered by the day. Shattered. I was resting myself on a pillow and could not keep my eyes open. He was stroking my head and whispering into my ear how precious I am to him. My goodness….my beloved, who is a teenager in a fifty-something’s body, can be incredibly sweet when he wants to be.

And then….I have no idea what happened next because when I opened my eyes it was morning.

The Big Spring Clean

Due to having been particularly busy these past few months, my annual big spring clean has been postponed until this coming weekend.

The annual big spring clean is pretty exciting. It is a chance to empty every drawer, every cupboard, and then to make arrangements for anything not used or worn in the past twelve months to disappear from my nest and my life.

It is an opportunity to thoroughly clean all of those hard to reach places. Fridge freezer are emptied and defrosted. Oven is cleaned to it is sparkly like when it was new. Furniture is all hoovered – which I do every three months actually, all of the wooden blinds are thoroughly dusted and wiped (which I do at least every six months).

It is the most super duper intensely thorough clean…..

…AND I LOVE IT!!!!

Oh…that reminds me…I need to take the duvet to the laundrette. I still have the winter duvet on my bed. But now at last, I think it is time to swap over to the summer duvet – don’t you think?

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Here We Go Again

Last night…I had what I suppose one would call a flashback.

Oh dearie. How can it be that like clockwork, the brain starts to recall the traumatic event that it knows was so so so so wrong, so awful, so dreadful, so terrifying…and it starts to play it all back in vivid detail?

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The heat, the scent of grass, feeling thirsty, darkness, weakness, animals screeching…the brain connects these and sends me back, right back to that night.

Ring-A-Ding-Ding

Very quiet alarm bells are ringing. A slightly concerning situation may be on the verge of developing. I cannot worry…I sort of expected that it may occur at some point, and really up to now I have escaped lightly.

After over three months in my current job, one of my colleagues finally commented on my engagement ring last week. I don’t really mind that nobody else has enquired. For reasons that many of you will know and understand a lot better than my new colleagues would, it is an advantage to my peace and security to keep a low profile and remain discreet about my personal life.

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I answered some of the questions that the colleague who noticed my ring asked me. I am careful about what I will share and what I won’t share. But then another colleague who I work more closely with overheard and very kindly wished me congratulations.

I sort of wanted to put a lid on the situation. I explained I had been engaged for over eighteen months, and it is old news really. I understand that there are normal politely curious questions, and I need to answer them in a way I am comfortable with.

I just hope that the lid stays on. I am not ready to talk to just anyone in the office about my personal life. There is one young man who sniggers every time he asks me about my “charity” work. I have already decided I don’t want to share a single iota of my life outside work with him because he is undeserving. There are others who seem genuinely friendly, and perhaps in time I will feel comfortable enough with them to share a little more of my life.

One thing that frightens me, other than one lady who like me has a very basic non-smart phone, everyone else seems to have electronic devices at their finger tips and they seem to use these social media platforms I am so wary of. So…I will be very very cautious about what I share.

Not Naturally A Planner

Like many of you, I really enjoy the questions posed in the daily Cyranny’s Quickie posts. Recently, one question caused me quite a lot of reflection about how much I have changed:

Since I was a child I have heard the phrase “have a schedule”, and perhaps I heard it too much, because I came to hate it. For a long long time, I resisted this notion, wanting to be more of a free spirit perhaps.

Yet, I have learnt two things:

  • having some form of schedule is a very wise idea because it helps you to make better use of time (“Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of.” – BENJAMIN FRANKLIN)
  • be purposeful – which includes being flexible and reasonable as it is often difficult to keep to a rigid schedule when all sorts of things can crop up, but being purposeful means you can adjust to unexpected challenges (“The best-laid plans of mice and men go oft astray.” – ROBERT BURNS)
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Which brings me to my point….I absolutely love the SCHEDULE feature that WordPress offers. It has been something I have depended on for the past few years. I don’t have time on a daily basis to write, so when I do have an hour to myself, I can write five or six posts and schedule them to be published. I also have plenty in my drafts folder than can be scheduled when I am really short on time.

But sometimes, things seem to go wrong with my WordPress SCHEDULE. I tend to publish my posts at the same time each day….only because experienced bloggers have recommended consistency. The time I have chosen is about 90 minutes before my alarm clock goes off. It means than when I turn my alarm clock off, I can have a quick peak at the BBC News headlines, and check on the post that was published on my WordPress site. Normally, 90 minutes after it goes live, there are a handful of “likes” which is always encouraging.

This morning, I had a SCHEDULE failure. The post I had scheduled for today was nowhere to be seen. It turned out to be my fault. There is a big difference between AM and PM – a whole twelve hours! So, I tweaked it and now it will be published tomorrow instead.

Cold As A Stone And Rich As The Fool

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: MONEY/GOLD/SILVER/RICH

Something odd happened in my search for a song this week. I kept on reading lyrics to songs I formerly liked, but suddenly realized I profoundly disagreed with. The awareness of just how much anything extolling materialism is repelling me steered me towards a song by an artist I find a joy to listen to. I do not know how people have the conscience to enjoy their diamonds and rubies, flashy cars and super yachts, private jets and multiple palatial houses when there are so many people, so many people who are working for long hours but just scraping by on the breadline.

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Birdy is such a talent, and although I have already enjoyed her music, I am hoping there is a lot more to come from her. My song choice this week is Birdy’s cover of a song originally sung by Cherry Ghost (whose recording I have tagged at the bottom of the post).

I read that the writer of this song “People Help The People” Simon Aldred (lead singer of Cherry Ghost) was backpacking for three months in India when the melody for this song came to him, and he hummed it to himself daily to keep it in his head until he could reunite with a guitar.

God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
Guess he kissed the girls and made them cry
Those hard-faced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken lives
Fiery throngs of muted angels
Giving love but getting nothing back, oh

People help the people
And if you're homesick
Give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
And nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain
Oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away

God knows what is hiding in this world of little consequence
Behind the tears, inside the lies
A thousand slowly dying sunsets
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
Guess the loneliness came knocking
No one needs to be alone, oh singin'

People help the people
And if you're homesick
Give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
And nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain
Oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away

Nah naaah nah nah naaaaahhhhhh oooouuuu
Nah naaah nah nah naaaaahhhhhh oooouuuu

People help the people
And if you're homesick
Give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain
Oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away

Written by Simon John Aldred

On Your Marks…Get Set…Go!!!

Jack came down last night…I am blessed. We have a lot to pack in this weekend…and he is insisting that the priority for him is actioning what my GP recommended yesterday. Yes, Jack is taking me to hospital.

It is downright inconvenient…and both of us have prepared work we can take along with us because it is very likely a trip to hospital will cost most of the day.

It is going to be a long old weekend…and there is so much to do. On your marks…get set…go!!!

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I Am Nervy-Wervy This Morning

I am nervous….perhaps more than nervous…perhaps scaredy-waredy. My head – it feels like there is a percussion ensemble inside my skull bellowing around.

I don’t understand what has kicked off these headaches – but the blancmange within my bony skull is clearly being pummelled in some way. Only it is all on the right side…the side where I received most of my injuries.

Side-splitting ache. Hard to think. Hard to drink. Hard to eat. Hard to walk. How do I get myself to work in one piece?

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The reason I am nervous is having to undertake the great London commute. I don’t understand why I am still going into the office so much. I feel like such a mug.

Aaah – I need to get myself moving. Jack keeps on telling me not to be a martyr, or if I feel wobbly to jump in a taxi and ask the driver to take me to the nearest A&E.

Soup-er Special

I had some time to myself on Tuesday afternoon to finish my ironing, have a basic clean around the nest (it was fairly neat and clean, but I made it immaculate) and to make myself a batch of lovely soup.

Next to ironing, making soup is probably the most therapeutic and satisfying of all my household tasks. I enjoy it because I can pack in so many vegetables and it will be so easy to heat up when I am too tired to cook.

Soup is a wondrous thing…and making soup is a special way to spend an hour on a Tuesday afternoon before the final of MasterChef Australia.

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Keeping My Eyes On The Prize

There are things about this world I don’t like

But sometimes I don’t seem to have a choice

So I keep holding on with all my might

To a million things that make me rejoice

I’ve been down this road before, I know it

The signs it’s leading me towards despair

It won’t fool me this time for I’m stronger

Since I learnt of the power in pure prayer

I take each day with a newfound purpose

I keep my hope fixed firm before my eyes

Life forever on this beautiful earth

My heart leaps thinking of this stunning prize

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