On the wrong track

28/6/2017

Now you know it's not American because there aren't 28 months in a year. That's how we brits roll.  I've been to America for a holiday quite a few times now; I've lost count and the one thing that really bugged me is that I was always referred to as English,; not British.  It got my goat a couple of times because I'm Welsh.  I don't mind admitting to being British or from the U.K., but I'm definitely not English its like saying every American is a Texan or Californian. I think the things that make me British are things other countries wouldn't get like when someone says 'What do you think of it so far?', we shout 'rubbish' Because we were brought up with 'Morecombe and Wise'.  I did that in Disneyland and obviously I was outnumbered as far as Brits go because everyone was saying to me oh no they're good. The Brits gave you the Carry on films and 'Allo, 'Allo. and 'Dads army'. Humour that only we get.  the Welsh have an even different kind of humour altogether.  It's difficult to describe in words you kind of have to be there.  Some people take offence at some things we say because they've taken it the wrong way.  Try and find some Max Boyce to get the idea.

Talking about a totally different subject I had a dream the other night that I was driving my car on a railway track and I turned where it said to turn and I came to a dead end. When it comes to interpretation of dreams, I can only see that as telling me I'm on the wrong track; but I still haven't a clue what the right track is.

9st 121bs and not liking it a bit

bye for now

9/11

13/6/2017

I hate being 9 stone and 11 pounds because it reminds me of the 9/11 attack at the twin towers.
My husband has just got the news that he got the job he was interviewed for last Thursday, so he can stay home working for the most part now.
I was beginning to think that it may be a good thing for me if he wasn't home all the time because I could become more independent and maybe lose some of that excess weight that is building up every day.  It's so bizarre how quickly I have gone from being 5 stone 5 and worrying for my life to now being overweight (slightly).  I don't like it.  Everyone is voluntarily telling me how well I look, but I felt healthier when I was 6 stone.

Well, you can't win them all.

It's a hot day today for the U.K. that usually means bad news for M.S. sufferers.  So I'm trying to keep cool and hydrated, but that's a little tricky with still having some difficulty swallowing liquids.

Bye for now

What a mess

10/6/2017

Where do we go from here with a hung parliament what does it all mean? I'm glad I'm a Christian at uncertain times like these and with the terrorism. I know I stand on solid ground. when I trust in God. our church is doing a read the bible in a year project at the moment, and I find it comforting and relatable in many ways to what we face on a daily basis now.

Let's see how it all unfolds in the coming weeks and months.

Bye for now

Nothing to say?

3/6/2017

It would be a change if the politicians had nothing to say.  Do we trust any of them? How do you know? they're all human and they will all let us down in some way or another so who do you voter for? And what difference will it make?

Vote for 'none of the above'.

I'm going back to simpler times in my mind where everything so much less complicated. yes meant yes and no meant no.  Why can't we count on that anymore?

Bye for now

catastrphising again

1/6/2017

I went to the doctors on an emergency appointment about 5.30 last night because I had a pain in my left lung.  I  knew it wasn't my heart, but I could still see that old ambulance carting me off to hospital for some life threatening misfortune. Turns out I had pulled a muscle; so much for movement. I try and be a bit more active (not going berserk) Just gentle flowing movements to  music that's supposed to send you to sleep and  this is what I get. I dropped a pound on the scale but had wind, hiccups and this pain. Is it worth it?

Bye for now