We are not Sad. We are Wise.

After mum's blood test this morning we drove in fabulous sunlight to the charity shop.

2 skirts.
3 blouses.
5 books.

Joan served us, her red shining face a picture of well maintained health and happiness. I like Joan. But as she bagged up our goodies I wished that I could syphon off some off her effervescent juices and drip them into my pale limp wheelchair seated mum.
Mum's cancer has travelled from her breasts and infiltrated her bones and possibly her liver too so yesterday's doc trip was hot, mad and head- bangingly painful.

Later that day...We chatted over tea, her on her bed me on the edge of the settee. And then she said something which just about sums her up.
"Why should I get away with it?"
She wasn't angry or bitter not even surprised she just accepted it like another cup of tea.

I'm making us something to eat after writing this then I'll be cooking all afternoon. I'm hoping she jumps out of bed and zimmers her way to the kitchen so we can share EVERYTHING. The sunshine coming through the windows, and the juicy but gut wrenching news about Harry Redknapp.

Life goes on H.

:)

England Job: The Curse

Stevenage v. Spurs

No sooner has Harry Redknapp been branded England's next must-have coach, his great team, Tottenham Hotspur get a smacking from little warriors, Stevenage...
I say warriors because, unless my ears are playing up, I'm sure I heard the crowd chanting Zulu type tunes. At least I'm ASSUMING it was Stevenage fans...(You must make allowances for age, bed baths and evaporated milk.)

If memory serves me correct, when the Zulus realized the Brits at Rourke's Drift weren't to be messed with and, showed as much, if not more courage than the great Zulu nation, out they came chanting songs of RESPECT...
One line from the film went something like..
"They're not laughing at you, they're praising you as fellow warriors" Or something along those lines. If anyone wants to correct me please feel free.

Anyway, the booming tones of fans sounded terribly like fighters who have met their match.

Stevenage, Spurs, Scary job vacancy, and the Zulu nation. All in one blog post.
Not bad for a lady blogger.

A kind tall lady worker in the Co-Op stuffed some tissues into my hands when my left eye played up. Rivulets of mascara'd water ran down my face turning my perfectly made up eyes into punch drunk Panda Punk!
Didn't concern me how I looked though it was how I felt that mattered,.......shattered! Keeping up with every day mundane matters/tasks/ is taking its toll on my back and brain. But I'll keep calm and carry on. By the way a very good friend of mind recommended Eucryl tooth powder for those stubborn stains. Tea mostly.

Anyway I paid for four papers and butter headed out into the snow packed car park, where not a soul was to be seen..
The car park by the charity shop however was very different, a couple of slow older people battled with sludge and baskets while a business man pounded the path in his inappropriate glossy size tens.
Inside Joan greeted me, her big cherry face breaking into a warm smile. "There she is" she said grappling me nearly to the ground.
I do love Joan....... even more so today................ on account of her letting me have a double duvet, Mickey Mouse shorts and Afghan jacket.......all kind of cut price:)

Have made lots of leek soup and a wholemeal loaf for dinner time.
I made the loaf late last night leaving it to rise by the radiator. Blooming big it was at 7 a.m. and the sight of it cheered me up no end. The soup was made as I took in the incredible news...

So whilst Mother slept I cooked, listening to the News.
Fabio being given the boot by the F.A..... too shocking and cruel for words John. can hardly believe it. All kinds of conspiracy theories swishing about in my head...
Will Ordinary Harry grab the gauntlet? That's what I want to know. Where will Fab go next? Chelsea, Inter, Somewhere else. I just don't know mate.
Looking forward to watching the F.A. press conference at noon, which will, I'm sure enlighten us.

Now I must fly>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Am loving my Afghan;)