Friday, 26 February 2016

Ladies' Undergarments

There is an advert for ladies’ lingerie on my blog page. Why? It is absolutely outrageous! I ain’t been looking at ladies’ underwear. I thought these ads were generated by the things we show an interest in? I have NOT, I repeat NOT been perusing ladies’ lingerie on the internet. This particular advert shows a pretty and curvaceous young woman wearing a rather fetching bra and panties matching set in pale blue with exciting lacy edging. Not that I’m interested. Of course when I say exciting I am not referring to my own reaction to it, but I suppose some people might find it exciting. The material is satin as far as I can make out. I tried to zoom in for a closer look but it just made the picture blurry. Not that I’m at all interested.

Sadly, I cannot remember the last time I saw a pair of knickers. Not on this computer or in real life. Except I have seen knickers on a washing line but when this occurs I quickly avert my eyes lest anyone sees me accidentally looking interested and thinks I am a knicker fetishist.

The reason I mention this lingerie advert is, if it comes up on your computer when you read my blog I want you to know I don’t look at ladies’ underwear pages on the internet okay? Not that there is anything wrong with doing that. I mean, you know. Whatever floats your boat and all that. Very exciting to look at some of those ladies, especially in my opinion the fuller figured ones. Not that I do look. Live and let live that’s my philosophy.

But anyway, that advert, it’s nothing to do with me. Let’s leave it there okay? The subject I mean, not the advert.

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Deactivate And Reactivate.

I have just deactivated my Facebook page. I enjoy Facebook but I have been spending far too much time on it. How long will it be before I start missing my Facebook friends? I don't know.

But the good news is I will hopefully be able to get back into blogging again. And I want to thank those of you who have stuck with me despite my tardiness.

Well, it is a nice sunny day and I am off for a walk with Mia the German Shepherd. She is patiently waiting.

The beautiful Mia.

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Me And My Girl.

Due to personal circumstances beyond my control I have decided, after careful and profound consideration that I shall give up on seeking true romance.

However, all is not entirely lost because for the last couple of weeks I have had an imaginary girlfriend instead. Things are going well with us and I am feeling -without getting too excited- quite confident. I hope that this solution will save me from any further heart-ache.

We were going to go out for dinner tonight but have decided to stay in and watch a film on telly instead. To be honest with you I am quite relieved about this because I couldn’t really afford a restaurant meal.

I can’t tell you my imaginary girlfriends name because I haven’t thought of one yet. Also, she wants to keep things private until we get to know each other a bit better. Probably sensible considering my past relationship history.

The phone is ringing. It might be her. See you later.

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Primary School Teachers

Mrs Williams had pointed breasts and soft fluffy jumpers. Pink or light pastel blue. And one time I remember, a kind of peachy colour. That suited her hair that one. She had black hair. Really shiny with red when the light took it. She smelled nice too and her face was lovely. Proper lovely I mean. Not make-up. Proper lovely. Proper sweet to look at she was. Like a picture of something beautiful her face was. Mrs Williams spoke a soft Welsh cadence and only said nice things and if you did something wrong she didn’t ever shout at you but just showed you how to do it right. I can hear her sweet voice now.

Miss Violet Miles had flat breasts, if she had any at all underneath her dress and her dull cardigan. Dark green or brown her cardigans were. I can’t remember her hair. I can’t remember what she smelled like either but I just know for absolute certain that she didn’t smell nice like Mrs Williams did. Miss Violet Miles might not have had pointed breasts but she had a pointed face. Pinched. Like she sucked lemons. She shouted, screamed even, if you got something wrong and she hit your fingers with a ruler. And then looked at what your face did, like she was enjoying it if tears came. I can’t recall Miss Violet Miles voice except that it was screechy high.

It would be nice to forget Miss Violet Miles but sadly I can’t because the memory is a shared one with Mrs Williams. Thank goodness for Mrs Williams.

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Granny Pat.

It's been a while. There has been lots going on but I just haven't been writing. I started on the next part of my book but only managed a chapter and a bit before it petered out.

I am sitting here now thinking, what shall I write about?

Extremely handsome son George's granny died. Tricia's mum. She passed away in her sleep late on Christmas day. We were expecting it. Tricia had been told about a month previous that it could happen soon.

Dear Gran, She was a lovely lady. She was ready to go. She told me. Not in a maudlin way. No, she was quite matter of fact about it. She had been very active up until the last six months. And independent too. Then she had a few falls and wouldn't ask for help. And she got a bit muddled up in her mind sometimes. 95 years she was. A good age. Strange without her though. We got on really well. Although I did blot my copy book a bit when we first met by telling a bit of a naughty joke about the Beverly Sisters.

Just before she died she told Tricia that her dad was with her and her sister and other loved ones who had gone before. She was talking to them all as though they were actually in the room. She was happy. Tricia took great comfort from this: Knowing her mum was going to be with her loved ones again.

I have this theory about why I am not into my writing at the moment. I think it is because I can't do the long walks like I used to. That was when my best ideas came. It's just a theory.

I hope I shall be back soon.
Granny. Christmas 2013