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I Am Not Embarrassed To Admit I Owned A Baby-Doll

baby doll (2)I suppose I am rather embarrassed to admit that I had not been able to bring myself to let go of her at the age of twenty-four!

Worse still is the story of what happened when my future brother-in-law and one of his best friends found my baby doll (they were nineteen) and what they did to it.

It is totally normal for a little girl to be given a baby-doll by her parents.  Mine came as a hand-me-down from one of my Dad’s customers.  I named her Tanya.  She had a reversible dress that made her either poor little Cinders, or like a princess as the stunning Cinderella.

Like any other little girl, I loved my baby-doll Tanya and she was my companion on lots of days out with my family and friends when I was growing up.  I used to wash and style her hair and  her clothes and iron her little dress.  I was proud of punch of feeling like a mum to my own little baby.

I was also very much the tom-boy. climbing trees, playing football, riding my bike…climbing all over the scaffolding on abandoned construction sites, coming home covered with mud and scratches.  Yet…I still loved my baby-doll Tanya.  I am not ashamed of that!

Have you seen the movie “Toy Story 2“?  It really tapped into my sentiments of not wanting to let go of my childhood toys.  I just did not have it in me to part with Tanya as I grew older.  Once I started high school Tanya became just an ornament, high up on the top shelf.  But I could see her from my bed.  She stayed up there for years, in a way neglected, but at least she was there and I had not discarded her.

Now Mum, Milly, Mandy and I were away one weekend – I think we had gone to Belgium for the weekend.  Dad invited my brother-in-law who had been courting my sister for about six months to stay over for the weekend so he could get to know him better.  He brought a great friend of his whom he had grown up with.

The two boys stayed in the bedroom that Milly and I shared.  And those cheeky boys – do you know what they did?!!!  They rooted through our belongings!  They found my baby-doll Tanya.

And do you know what those two boys did when the found Tanya???  I mean can you imagine two nineteen year old boys with my baby-doll?  I can’t talk about it!

When I came home with Milly and we found Tanya…I was half in hysterics laughing and half shocked they could be so cruel!  We told everyone what they did…the rascals!

Girl, Baby, Doll, Baby Girl, Child, KidPoor Tanya…I should have hidden her when I knew they were going to be staying in our room.  I guess that will teach me for still having a baby-doll at the age of twenty-four! The only way I can explain it – when you are a little girl and your mum gives you a doll – you treasure it and care for it like it’s your little baby. It never occurred to me that I should part with her!

Now my brother-in-law has a gorgeous daughter of his own, and as is totally normal, he has given her a little baby doll which she adores…I hope he feels ashamed at what he and his friend did to my Tanya!


Guess Who I Am Heading To See?

Finished my marathon work day…

…Guess WHO I am heading to spend the weekend with?

…And I do suspect he will feel rather vindicated about salty popcorn.  He is bound to feel a little victorious!  I don’t care…anything to make him happy.

Thank you to everyone who shared their favourite (or their not being so keen on popcorn at all in some cases!)  It’s not too late to send a comment – especially if you like sweet popcorn!!!  Could do with some support for the sweet side.


PS. Is this post brief and meaningful enough to be described as “pithy”?  That’s the definition Google gave me – “brief and meaningful”.


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Where The Tears Began

After an almost perfect weekend in Bath, I have been trying to catch up with my house-work and just letting my mind rest.  I was quite emotional at the weekend as  I mentioned in my post last night.  Thank you for the lovely comments by the way! I do regret crying so much, as I am sure Goldfinch wants to have fun and enjoy England as much as possible before he leaves in just over three months.

I want to tell you all about the trip to Bath…well, except for what is between Goldfinch and me alone…but, I don’t want a post that is so long that you won’t want to read it!  So I will post the highlights (and lowlights) of our weekend in easier bite-size chunks. This first post is about what happened when we arrived at our hotel.  There was some confusion with our reservation and it turned out they didn’t have a room for us!  So we ended up trying to find alternative accommodation at the last minute.

We ended up here:


Thank goodness Goldfinch had his car, as we had to drive eight miles through rolling countryside to a village near Bath.  But we were both pleased when we arrived and saw our hotel.

A building that is hundreds of years old and full of exquisite character and charm.  It was hidden away in a sleepy village and we had delightful hosts, who clearly love what they do.

Our room is the one just to the top right of the porch.  It was beautiful, undoubtedly superior to the one we had thought we would be staying at for the night.  Yummy full English breakfast (vegetarian for me)  in the morning as well,  along with fruit that had been freshly picked from the garden.  (Note to self – they have a karaoke machine in one of the large lounges for guests to use…just in case I am passing through again.)

I really do believe I was tired…I have just had two weeks of training at my new job…and have done a lot to help out my landlady while she was away.  I had worked well over fifty hours the week before I travelled to meet Goldfinch and I think it made me just a bit more emotional than I am sure Goldfinch would have preferred.

The tears started rolling at the most inopportune time!!!  I don’t know what he thought!  But he was wonderful about it.

I am in love with him – as you have heard before.  It is not a flimsy, fickle, capricious love.  It is an abiding, enduring steadfast love.  And it really hurts that I don’t have long left with him.  I am trying to make sure that every moment I am with him is wonderful…but because I was tired, my eyes were incredibly leaky this weekend as I mentioned last night when I came back to London.

Being with Goldfinch in such an idyllic, charming hotel perhaps intensified my romantic feelings for him and it all came gushing out.

woman cryingI am feeling a bit raw inside today after finding myself weepy several times when I was with my beloved Goldfinch…but I have a couple of days to get myself together and rest up before I am back at work on Wednesday.

In the meantime…more posts about our visit to Bath to come…I am just feeling a tiny bit sulky…and I see no reason why I should not try to cheer myself up with a curry…I have a cupboard full of spices…so I think a bit of cooking and eating will cheer me up after all the house-work I have ploughed through today!



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Pining For Goldfinch

Goldfinch is on holiday.  He is staying in a mansion with a group of friends and they are indulging in one of their favourite hobbies this bank holiday weekend.

I am happy for he is happy – he is in his element this weekend.  I am very happy that he is happy.

I, however, am pining after him, and will confess I am a little leaky eyed thinking of how dear to me he has become.

I am not sure how to use the word prompt interrelationship…but it made me think of the relationship that is bringing me intense joy and at times sadness…my beloved Goldfinch who will be leaving in less that three months for Australia.


Only Connect

I saw the word prompt “CONNECT” and immediately thought of Howard’s End by E.M. Forster.  I wish I had time to write more about this, but I really must go to bed.
“She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.” 


She Clearly Thought I Was A Nutcase

I met someone last week who has never seen this video.  She has no idea who Gru is, or who the minions are, as she has never seen Despicable Me.  My face was like…”what? you don’t know who the minions are?  Where have you been?  You poor deprived little lamb!”  I could not believe she had never become acquainted with the minions.

I have a couple of friends who are brilliant at being the minions…every now and then they just break out into their little minions sketch.  It is so so funny.  I started trying to relay how hysterical it was to the young woman who has never heard of or seen the minions or Gru.  She gave me the raised eye-brow kind of “Really?!!”

I was trying my best to relate to her just how very very funny they are, to the point where I was crying with laughter trying to reenact the whole banana battle.  I was trying so hard to prove to her that the minions short movies are comedy genius, she may have mistaken my ardour for conniption.

Nothing I said seemed to convince her that this stuff is incredible.  She just kept looking at me as if I was from another planet.  Oh well!  It’s her loss.  If you have not seen this…oh goodness – where have you been?  My friends and I still love an evening now and then with nothing but online minions short movies.



A Movie Memory In Bath

I am wondering if you are reminded of the same movie scene I am when you see this photograph:

To be honest, I was not sure when I saw it, I just remarked to Goldfinch that it reminds me of the scene in Les Miserables where Javert is having his meltdown…or crises of conscience.

javertAfter spying on Enjolras and his companions at the barricade, Javert is recognized and captured.  Jean Val-Jean (who is there to find Marius, with whom Cosette is in love) volunteers to execute Javert, but rather than dispense with Javert’s life, Jean Val-Jean shows him mercy and allows him to escape. Javert cannot handle the fact that Jean Val-Jean could have rid himself of the man who has been hunting him down, but instead showed him mercy.  Javert has been pursuing Jean Val-Jean for many years believing his goal was to dispense justice.

Well…when I arrived back in London, I googled where this scene of Javert’s demise was filmed and sure enough it was Pulteney Weir in Bath.  These are two of my photos of Pulteney Weir…where Javert’s crises was filmed:

Goldfinch and I shared a cream tea in a little cafe on Pulteney Bridge – well I drank all of the tea, he had a Ferrero Rocher milkshake…but we shared the scones.   Nothing like tea and scones to help you get a handle on your life.clotted cream

I have read “Les Miserables” by Victor Hugo three times.  I love it, it is one of my all time favourite novels.  It is is just such a long read.  Epic!  The musical – well…some of the songs are frankly marvellous, I think you have to be a bit hard-hearted not to find them touching.  Although I find it really hard to hear Fantine singing “I Dreamed A Dream” without thinking of Susan Boyle and Simon Cowell which, I am afraid to say, casts a bit of a cloud over it for me.

Anyway…so far, nobody has ruined this gorgeous song for me yet…although I wondered if I will be able to bear hearing it after Goldfinch has gone to Australia?  At least there will always be plenty of tea and scones to wash away my sadness.  If Javert had only turned right at the bridge and found the same cafe as Goldfinch and I…after a cuppa and a warm scone with jam and cream, things would have been in much better perspective.

Go on…turn it up…let the tears flow!  Then afterwards make yourself a cuppa.


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When In Bath, Live As The Romans Do

Lots of photos after the weekend I spent with Goldfinch in the city of Bath.  These are some of my photos of the Roman Baths…how could we not visit the Roman Baths…? 

It is a fascinating location…I was impressed by how much information was available…it took us over two hours to get round all of the exhibits listening to the information on the handsets they gave to us on our entrance.  There was a lot of information about the worship carried out at the temple next to the baths.

My photos don’t do it justice it all!  These are from Bath tourism websites:





The have excavated so much, and there are even more renovations in process which will double the size of the site (I believe those areas will be open to the public in 2020.)  Today there is a lot to see and learn, but back then it must have been quite an experience for the nose with the aroma of sheep or cattle on the altar and all of the essential oils being used for massages before bathers dipped into the waters.  Quite redolent!

We were told that the waters that we looked out on, fed by a natural spring, may have fallen upon the Mendip Hills 10,000 years ago…that is how long it has taken to percolate through the limestone.

Although there is no chance of donning a toga or having a dip in the actual Roman baths, you are able to sample the water to drink, which has minerals and substances such as sodium, calcium, chloride and sulphate ions in high concentrations.  There was a chart comparing the substances within the spring water to those in San Pellegrino and Perrier and other brands.  It was rather lukewarm though!  I have to say the temperature of the water made me recoil, but other than that the taste was not unpleasant.

The waters from Bath’s thermal springs were not as salty spicy hot as my tears this past weekend.

But enough of that nonsense…life is to be enjoyed…emphasis on JOY!!!

Hard times…incredibly hard times at times…you have to seize ever scrap of wonderful you can and cling tight hold of it…life should be beautiful.  Horde beautiful moments, treasure them.  Who knows when you will desperately need them to help you through the hard times?







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My Friends And I Just Devoured A Chinese Takeaway

Did you know…..?

I can speak a little Spanish…

…a little French….

…a great deal of piffle…

…I can also sign – Bristish Sign Language (I used to be an interpreter)…

…and I would like to say I am fluent in my mother tongue English, however, when I look back at some of my posts and notice the abominable typos, spelling and grammar mistakes, I give you due credit for wondering at times…

But did you know?….

…I can speak a little Chinese?  Chinese Mandarin.  I have many Cantonese speaking friends, but I cannot understand or speak any Cantonese at all.  Mandarin has four tones…that help to define the meaning of the words uttered, Cantonese, I believe has nine tones! Nowadays, I only have chance to use my Chinese when we decide to have a Chinese takeaway.  My favourite ingredients in tonight’s takeaway…cashews, mushrooms, spring onions, garlic, ginger…I can sense I am slipping into a food coma!

I only speak a little…I can have a basic conversation.  In fact on occasion when I greeted a patient who was Chinese or Taiwanese in Mandarin, I suddenly found myself in the predicament of having to explain that I have never learnt medical terms so cannot really help with their consultation.

Years ago I did one of those TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Langauge) courses and I ended up spending quite a lot of time with some very intelligent Chinese students who were studying in Liverpool.  They didn’t come to study anything average.  It was always some incredibly long subject ending with ….ology.

I had  a wonderful time with the various students I spent time with.  Beautiful, hard-working, health conscious and humble.  I still have many wonderful Chinese friends.

Now I want you to meet Irene… Irene Yin  Irene Yin is the creator of Hello China!
She has a fabulous blogging site with everything you might want to know about China…well, not absolutely everything…there is a lot more to come from Irene Yin I am quite sure!

Take a look at her post…

Learn some Chinese

…and within a few minutes you and I might be able to have a conversation in Chinese.  Or follow in the footsteps of many friends of mine and go exploring China.

Or at the very least…next time you head to the nearest China Town…you could practice the tips Irene can teach you in her post!

My friends have sometimes made some disastrous mistakes by using the wrong tone…I have to say learning a language is only for those who have a sense of humour!  You have to be able to laugh at your mistakes!

Now…I am feeling musical tonight…but the only song that popped into my head was “There Are Nine Million Bicycles in Beijing“…and then I found a long list of Chinese music…and I have attached a link to one of the videos.

I am going to say   for now…as I want to have sweet sleep so I look almost beautiful tomorrow when I spend the weekend with Goldfinch in Bath!  I am sure my next post will be all about Goldfinch!

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Riding The Storm

My Mumma and Dadda used to prepare us in advance for challenges…and I am glad they did.  Even now we all have “grab-bags” with everything we may need for an emergency.  They made sure we knew life would not be all plain sailing, and we could not be sure what to expect from one day to the next, one year to the next.

It was prolonged times of adversity they warned us might come at any stage. They said unexpected events can occur at any stage and they asked us what would we do if there was an accident or illness that meant we were on our own at any stage.  If tragedy took our parents away, who would we trust?  where would we go? how would we behave? That might sound a bit morbid, but it has certainly helped us to be stable when tragedy has struck at various times over the years.



At the same time they made sure we developed a sunny hopeful disposition so that we were never overcome by challenges.  They said let hope be like an anchor that keeps you stable when you face a storm.  They said sometimes you just have to cling tight to all that you know is good and right and trust that the storm will ease off at some point.  When the storm clouds roll away and the boisterous sea settles down…that was the time to unfurl your sails and let the changing winds impel you forward.  Then you could continue your voyage through life full of joy and satisfaction that you have weathered a storm and are ready for what life may throw at you.  Perhaps with a little bit of storm damage but your integrity intact.

Today’s picture prompt from  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith instantly reminded me of their sage advice.  For ships way back in the day, an anchor would have been a powerful safety device, indispensable for holding a ship in place and preventing it from drifting. No mariner would venture out of port without an anchor.  For centuries, ships had no engine to enable the captain to maneuver as he wished. Except for oar-driven warships, vessels depended primarily on the wind for movement. If their ship was in danger of being driven onto rocks, a captain’s only recourse was to drop anchor and ride out the storm, trusting that the anchor would not lose its grip on the seabed.

But then storm over…anchors up…up the sails…and we are off…impelled by the force that drives us humans along, eager for life and happy times ahead!

I think one or two readers who have read isolated posts I have published, have not been sure what this site is really about.  One reader thought I was just writing about a teenage crush I had on someone once.  I don’t like to spell out what happened too graphically as this is a child-friendly site.  But in case you missed it, here is a little synopsis:

Protaganist: Caramel

Brought up by wonderful parents and taught invaluable lessons for life.

Chooses an incredible career as an international volunteer and is involved with amazing projects.

cyberbullyAnother volunteer (who is also a celebrity) crosses Caramel’s path leading to two years of emotional turmoil, and a challenge she has not weathered before, intense interest from friends, co-workers and the fans of the celebrity – gossip and social media rumours.

Caramel decides she needs to remove herself from the close proximity of sharing a flat with him.  He turns nasty.  A campaign seems to be launched to blacken Caramel’s name.

AmbulanceCaramel goes to a park one evening when she is feeling overwhelmed by the challenges she is dealing with and there falls victim to a serious crime.  She is found the next day by a security guard who calls an ambulance immediately.

Caramel…is rebuilding her life and preparing herself to go back to her chosen career and life.  But she has to be patient.  She has many blessings though including the very lovely Goldfinch.

That is the basic outline…some may have picked up on what the crime was, and some of the other isolated incidents that interweave within this basic outline.  But, I assure you, this situation was a storm unlike any I have ever faced…it was not at all simple to deal with.  A bit of storm damage, but I clung on with all my might to what I knew was good, and right and true and I can hold my head up because I did not retaliate.  I have the blessing of knowing I conducted myself honourably.

Lots more to come…and perhaps at some stage I will rearrange the posts so that they appear in a more logical order.  But for now…it is sails up and away…we are catching the fresh breezes and voyaging ever onwards through an ocean of uncertainty…but keeping our eyes set on the glorious destination ahead!


Seems like a great excuse to attach a song that I have been singing since primary school (goodness I have to tell you about our wonderful Headmaster who played the guitar and taught us all sorts of songs – that is another one for the drafts folder).