Sunday 9th May 2010

First of all I want to thank you all so much for keeping my nephew, Kevin, in your thoughts and prayers.  He had his surgery last Thurday and although a tumour was removed from his spine it was found to be benign and so not cancerous.  Thank God eh?  I don't know how long he'll be in hospital but if I had just come that far I wouldn't much care!

I just left a comment on Marie's Oak Cottage blog about how I really hate chicken wings.  It set me thinking of other things I totally dislike.........

Chicken legs - nope, you never can tell when you might eat something horrid (bit of gristle or sinew or maybe some skin).  In fact when I come to think of it, the only bit I DO like is chicken breast with all bones and skin removed.  Then I'll do whatever you like with it, short of eating it raw - boil it, poach it, grill it, fry it, roast it, put it in a pie or a casserole or a curry.  Keith used to work at the chicken factory in town and said that no part of a chicken was wasted.  Someone, somewhere in the world will eat the bits we won't even look at, even the feet and the beak,   YEUK!!

 Blue - not as in blue and white china, that's lovely, nor a nice rich navy blue or royal blue.  but a brilliant sky blue like you see in the........sky.  I do actually like the sky to be that colour but let's leave it there in its rightful place.  Let's not paint the walls with it.  And let's not team it with yellow.

Whingers - which, for those whose first language is not "English" English, are people who are always moaning about something;  always complaining about things that don't matter in the great scheme of things.   Break a finger nail, forget something at the shops, get their hair wet,  miss the bus - the sky won't fall in!

Butterflies - yes, maybe it's me that's odd because most people adore them.  But honestly, I hate them, I'm terrified of them (and moths) and I would sooner stick pins in my eyes than stay in the same room as one of the vile, flappy creatures.  Can you believe that I can actually smell if a place has moths in it?  Truly, there is a 'mothy' smell.  I can't describe it any better.  It's not like anything, just a horrible, pungent pong.


Mess - I really don't like the place being a mess - and if my sis is reading this and DARES to laugh I may have to sue her!  I used to keep reasonably on top of it but since I've been mostly in my wheelchair I have to sit and watch things getting less than I would like them to be.  The ironing, for example, tends to pile up, not so much because I can't do it (though it does take me much longer than it normally would), but because I can't get the ironing board out of the cupboard and put it in the kitchen.  That being so, a small pile soon becomes a big pile.  How I would love to sometimes go outside and sweep the paths around the house.  It would be lovely to be able to buff up our wooden floors now and again;  or clean the glass shower cubicle properly;  or pull out the stove to clean under and behind it.  A thousand things that need to be done but I can't really tell anyone but you, dear readers.  I can't expect Keith to do any more than he already does and friends and family have enough of their own to see to.   WHOA - WHOA - THIS IS WHINGING!

xxxx