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Remembering Retrospectively Reaps Rich Rewards

How do a window-cleaner and a nurse manage to feed and clothe seven children?  There were so many of us.  In our family everybody had little jobs to do.  We all had to help out from a young age.  Money was always going to be tight.  But what Mamma and Dadda could not provide in a material way, they more than made up for in imparting lessons for life…wise and healthy habits for a life-time.

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I still remember Dad training me to wash the car for the first time.  When he told me he wanted me to do it…I was chewing gum, I put one hand on my left hip and held out my right hand and demanded “fifty pence should do it!”  Dad glared at me.  He said, “this time you won’t receive a penny, partly because you have been cheeky and partly because I am going to help you so you know how to do it.  But from now it will be your job to do it every weekend and I will give you £1.”

Dadda managed to teach us some vital lessons about money.  Dad would buy chocolate and if we wanted to eat it, we had to buy it off him (paying a bit extra than the price he had bought it for).  Dad reasoned that if we wanted to buy it at a cheaper price, we would walk to the fifteen minutes to the local newsagents, which would go a long way undoing the damage of the chocolate we bought.  Without taking away our choices, he decided to make it a bit more difficult for us to eat rubbish.  Clever Dad – just one of his many clever little ways.

My sister did so much better than I did.  Mandy saved her pocket money and bought clothes and she looked after them very well.  I went through a stage of spending my pocket money on music and sweets.  Eventually I learn to do the same as Mandy (partly because she refused to lend me her lovely clothes!)…but it took me much longer to learn to be prudent with my pennies.  With guidance and training, I also learnt to look after what I owned because I would have to replace my own clothes when I ruined them.

Then there a lesson I will never forget…and looking back retrospectively, it makes me marvel at my Dad for being such a wise man.  It was my first summer with my own radio.  I loved listening to music.  Before I had my own radio, I used to take Dad’s car keys, climb into the car and turn the key just enough for the radio and electric items to work, without starting the engine.  I sat there listening to music for hours…and ran the car battery flat…I did it twice before Dad realized I would be better off with my own little radio.

radioOh how I loved my radio!  There was a daily competition which captured my youthful excitement and enthusiasm.  I think if you heard three specific songs in a row you had to call the number advertised and if you were caller 252 you won.  You would win £1000.  They gave away £1000 everyday.  I never did win, but when the phone bill came…OUCH OUCH OUCH!

Dad showed me the phone bill…I could not believe my eyes.  Pages and pages of me ringing the same phone number at a premium rate over and over.  I spent a lot of money on trying to win…around £400.  What did Dadda do?  What do you think he did?  I had to pay it back effectively by not receiving my pocket money for many many months.

This experience taught me never to gamble.  I still pull a face when anyone talks to me about buying lottery tickets, or playing bingo, or having a flutter…Nooooope!!!  Never liked the taste of any form of gambling since my bitter experience as a 13 year old.

Which is what Dad wanted.  He had big money troubles as a young man.  He became engrossed in horse-racing and other sports.  Lost a lot…won next to nothing.  He stopped gambling before he married my mum, but he still found it difficult to be strict with his pennies.  However, he managed, and I take my hat off to him for how well he did.

I wonder whether he was partly motivated by wanting to teach his children how to view money and what it can buy.  All his kids are fit and healthy and able to earn a living – and appreciate the lessons in life we received.  Retrospectively looking back on my childhoood…aaaaaah!…

Treasure Chest

…all of the lessons in life from my parents…I feel rich…I feel so immensely wealthy.  They have set me up for happiness on a vast scale.  I have a treasure chest of lessons from Mumma and Dadda that keep helping me take wise steps.

I have to admit, the more I put my retro-spectacles on and bring back into my mind the lessons in life Dadda and other family members taught me…I am full-up of love and appreciation and respect for the loveliest window-cleaner in England!  My  Dadda.

Wisdom is priceless.  Far more value than gold!


I’m A Medic, Not A Nationalist

ruieddfAs well as working lots of hours, I have been doing extra training for work. That makes sense because during the past few months I have been doing tasks that I have not studied and been trained for. I actually wanted the training to feel safer at work.

However, when I read the introduction to the main course I had there was lots of weird information that I don’t see has any relevance to my work. Some of it was about preventing someone in my role from becoming a terrorist – I had no idea the NHS were likely candidates to convert to terrorist activities, so that just baffled me.

Then the next section was about what it means to be British. It extolled what it called the primary features of being British – first on the list was democracy, then self-determination, then recognising law and lastly, respect for the liberties of others. The introduction threatened to repeat these aspects of being British throughout the course.

reyhlafdgfaI was scratching my head. I was born and bred in Britain, as were my parents. Three of my grandparents were born here (the other is Australian). Prior to that their parents were all English, although somewhere we have Irish connections too.

Although I never really hear that term “Britain” other than on the news. Most people call the land I live in England. Although that is not to cause division. My family are a 50/50 split between Wales and England. I just happen to have always dwelt in England. We call Wales Wales. We have family in Scotland too.

Democracy. Well…that is quickly becoming a laughing stock. People vote and then those who don’t get the result they want huff and puff and moan until their next chance to vote. It’s tedious. Self-determination and recognition of law and respect for the liberties and rights of others – this is exactly why I chose to get out of working in the legal field and shun politics – it’s a maze of mirrors and trapdoors. The ECHR made some praiseworthy rulings, pivotal to self-determination, freedom of conscience, and civil liberties. I am hoping British politicians do not try to wriggle out of them in coming months/years.

Globe, Map, Country, Borders, OldI am dreading to think of how often these themes are going to be woven into a medical training course. I simply disagree with the thrust of the introduction, which was that those four aspects define what it is to be “British”. I think not. Being British seems more to do with being aware that this small island became immensely wealthy through oppressing others. Mate – many of us, who have been born in this country and have learnt at school of what Britain did for centuries, are absolutely aghast that this nation was allowed to get away with so many atrocities for so long. (Not the only nation we could tar with that brush.) We only cope with that by blaming the people who actually have money, because most of us are working just to be able to afford to live here.

We still benefit from being a wealthy nation and living in relative luxury compared to many other countries. We have amazing free services (such as the NHS) and yet some still complain that they are not good enough or need more funding.

Industry, Pollution, Smog, SunriseLike many other western countries, a typical British way of life has had a harmful effect on our environment and sometimes our own health. We have taken too much, used too much, wasted too much and then panic when we cannot get what we want, despite the fact that millions upon millions live without those very things everyday of their lives!

The current crises is teaching us all sorts about how silly a way of life that has been. Half of the population were moaning about the pubs being closed and not being allowed to go for a bit of sun, sea and sand abroad this summer. The other half were desperately hoping that we never ever go back to the way things were before, because many have realized how ludicrous the British way of life has been for decades.

Food, Fish, Chips, Fish And Chips, PlateBeing British has more to do with beans on toast or fish and chips, football, bad weather, classic comedy shows, and a million things that we all share in common.

No matter which country they live in, I am proud of any human who displays beautiful qualities. I do not care to promote “Britishness”. I see nationalism as something more leaning towards a blind kind of pride, a pride that tries to ignore crimes against humanity and ascribes financial wealth to being worthy – no, no, often it is criminals and crooks that end up with riches, whereas many an honest humble soul lives just above the breadline. Karma spends most of its time in a coma of ignorance.

I want to do this course to make me more effective at my job, more useful at helping other people. I am not keen on repeated references to British values (profiting from the suffering of others?) and democracy (which has not worked). Grr.

Galaxy, Star, Infinity, Cosmos, DarkI just want to show love and help my entire worldwide human family. Not only the ones who call themselves British. Being British and being medically qualified seem to be unconnected to me.

British, Italian, Chinese, American, Spanish, Brazilian…we are all one family. Our core values should be based on love, respect and a high regard for the precious value of life. Our core values should be goodness and cleanliness – keeping our bodies, our homes and our environments clean. Gratitude and appreciation should prevail. Giving rather than taking. Sharing rather than hoarding. We should love our human family, love the creatures we share our planet with and love this incredible home we are blessed with. For despite spending astronomical amounts of money on researching outer space, the most spectacular planet in the known universe is the one we are glued to by gravity. We are privileged beyond belief. When we live in a way that is governed by love we thrive, even if that means the loss of some material things. We are actually happier and healthier for living the way of love.

Doctor, Op, Medical, Operation, HospitalOh well…I have had my grumble about the introduction to my course. I better crack on with the modules. I am not sure whether it is trying to make me nationalistic or a better medic. But I am rooted. I love the human family. I love this beautiful planet. We are all in this together.

For the moment, I am enjoying my job because I am helping people. I am not helping them because they are British. I am helping them because they are fellow humans. It feels good to help them. I am glad to do this training to better help them. I will get annoyed if it keeps on promoting Britishness and democracy. I will be pleased if it teaches me more about the wonders of the human body and how to assist the incredible immune system we have.


It’s All A Matter Of Training

Has anyone asked you a question which was so interesting to you, that you found it hard just to give a short simple reply? My thoughts have been chopping and changing for the past few days, like a restless sea! Well, partly that was due to my determination to keep guessing the mystery blogger on Rory’s challenge!

Melanie, the creator of sparksfromacombustiblemind has asked some fascinating questions this week as many of you already know. I am late again this week because I have pondering them at length! Just in case you have not had chance to see Melanie’s questions yet, please take a look at her post below:



If your five year old self woke up in your current body, what would happen, what would you say?

I would be alarmed. I am sure it would feel very disturbing to have an adult body with these two huge lumps on the front of me. I can imagine being very embarrassed at the age of five.

I would instantly think of that film with Tom Hanks “Big”.

I think as time passed, I might start to think of some of the things I might be allowed to do. There would be rides at the theme part that a five-year old me would not have been tall enough to go on, but in an adult body I would love to go on all the big rides at the theme park. I would probably make myself quite ill!

And I would go to a department store and try on all the lip-stick and perfume like the grown-up ladies do. Five-year old me was in awe of my Mum and her high heels and her lip-sticks. Now I hardly ever wear make-up (just for big nights out, but not on a day to day basis), but five-me old me would have been very interested in make-up counters.

If I had money in my pocket, I would probably also buy myself lots of sweets. More than I could ever eat. Probably make myself ill again!

And I would boss my sister Mandy around and exult in being taller than her. Mandy is two years younger than me, but she has always been two inches taller than me, since I can remember.

What is a relationship deal breaker for you?  Whether you are talking about a romantic one, a friendship or a related to sort of relationship?

Great question!

I feel like I can get on with most people. I would always treat people with kindness and dignity. But as for those I choose as close friends or to have a romantic relationship with…well there are a few things that would make that unlikely.

I love people. But I find it hard to be around certain habits or practices. If someone swears like a trooper making the air turn blue, or if they smoke or drink to the point that they don’t make sense and look like an idiot, I just don’t want to be in their presence. I don’t feel attracted at all to that.

I can’t bear violence, so if someone wanted to watch violent films or play violent video games I would recoil from them. I don’t like aggression, so if someone was regularly losing their temper, I would avoid them.

There is no perfect person. Some have not been raised to be clean, or tidy, or organized. I can believe that anyone might make a mistake, or give into occasional weakness, whether it be a lie or a wrong desire. But what do they do a bout their mistakes? Do they feel sorry afterwards? Do they try to fix any damage they have caused? But when someone is deliberately doing something they know is wrong and could harm others, I find myself putting a distance between myself and them.

There are certain attitudes that I don’t think I could tolerate at all though, including racism and bigotry. I don’t like it when I hear someone being unkind about others, making fun of them in a cruel way or using sarcasm to humiliate them or malicious gossip about them. I don’t like arrogance or conceit.

My parents have trained me to be clean, respectful, kind, considerate, helpful, gentle, mild, peaceable and to dignify others. If I was with someone who clearly had not had that training…I am still kind to them, and I would only ever be respectful to them, but I don’t feel a close rapport with them. A romantic relationship would probably be impossible, because how could I respect a man who I thought was a total loser?

Is there something out there, a thought, an idea, a current event, or a fear that you find deeply unsettling?

Several. Racism is insane and horrid for a start.

I find it very frightening that some people are playing the most unimaginably violent video games. It’s as if they are training their minds for sadistic crimes or warfare.

I know people might not go out and do in real life the things they might do in a game…however, it seems as if they are programming their brains to react to a perceived threat and to  lose respect for the value of human life. We live in a world that is at risk of becoming more and more divided politically, if someone has been training their thinking to be violent, I fear what they might do during a time of upheaval.

I do believe that there are violent times ahead. When people get very upset about an issue…violence sadly can spread quickly. Society is tempestuous even now. What will spark even more turbulent times?

My parents used to explain to me that people’s behaviour can change overnight during times of hardship and political turbulence. They said those can times can “test a person’s metal” so to speak. Some people are quick to express their anger with unimaginable acts of violence themselves.

And one that is a bit whimsical:

whimsical.pngA whimsical thought?

Well…I have never been interested in fantasy characters like fairies or unicrons. But I keep hearing people say they are convinced they are real. Adults. I know some adults personally who seem really obsessed with magical fantasy characters fairies, wizerds, unicrons – I find it bizarre.

But then even as I child, I didn’t like reading or watching anything about magic. I was offended when I realized that so many children’s stories were make-believe. I wanted people to be straight with me and tell me what was real and what was not, rather than telling stories that played with my emotions.

If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your friends and family assume you had done?

I hope they would presume it has all been a big mistake or I have broken a law I was not even aware of. My parents trained me to obey the law and pay my taxes and show respect. So they would not expect me to anything other.

The only time I would ever conflict with what “Ceasar” asked of me, is if something  was asked of me that was totally against my conscience like being asked to go out and kill someone in a war. Currently that does not happen here, but there are still countries where rather than providing a non-military service for citizens, the government will imprison young men whose conscience does not allow them to be trained in warfare.

It’s quite an emotional subject to me because I had the privilege of working with some remarkable older German volunteers who were survivors of concentration camps under Hitler’s Nazi government. These survivors were not sent to concentration camps because of their ethnic origin. Rather they were detained because they refused to salute Hitler and they refused to join the war effort. They were very inspiring. I helped to arrange several events for National Holocaust Memorial Day over the years and of all the people I have met, I was moved by them. I ought to write about them really, there is so much to share.


What were you grateful for this week?  Something that brought some joy into your world?

I bought a train ticket which will take me over 200 miles across the country and it only cost me £8.00. That is an amazing price!

handsoapI am also grateful for the “posh” hand-soap and “posh “hand-cream I mentioned in a post yesterday. A very kind friend, who perhaps overvalues soap, sent me a gift.

And I am very grateful for the gloves I received from another friend! I am all for practical gifts. Don’t give me jewellery, I will probably break it or lose it. Don’t give me chocolates, I want to lose some weight. But hand-soap and gloves are very useful and appreciated.


Now there were some rather gloomy images in my post…and you know me, I like to maintain a joyful spirit to life. So I am going to end on what I hope for the future for you and for me and for our entire human family. This is what is in my heart and this is what I am training my brain for: