Morning swampers it does seem we are all having a collective weekend downer,
23 weeks for me today and although things have got the tiniest bit easier unexpected hits still knock me down,you kind friends have on many occasions pulled me up and out and I thank you.
RonXxx
Good Moaning, Allo, Allo, Swampy Ron,
I think the reason we all feel so sad at the weekends, particularly on Sundays, is because we compare them to how they used to be.
We are so busy looking back over our shoulders that we donât look where we are going, so we fall into The Swamp.
We canât live in the past. The past doesnât exist any more. Tomorrow is not guaranteed, so all we are left with is Now. We are stuck with it, so all we can do is make the bloody best of it.
I would gladly give all I own to go back in time. I feel as if I have been turned inside-out every morning. I donât like my new life, but it is the only one I have got. I can sit and wail about it, but that wouldnât change a thing. So, my challenge is to survive the devastation that is left.
And another thing, that wicked old crone that lives with me is no longer content to stand in front of me when I look in the mirror. She swapped the lenses in my reading glasses for plain glass while I was asleep and drew shadows under my eyes!
Come on, Swampy, time to climb out. Rope ladders are in place, but you have to open your eyes to see them.
Xx
Good morning Ron it is 11 weeks for me, most of the time I donât realise what day of the week it is they all feel the same. Another cold windy day here so will wrap up warm and take the dogs out, then try and keep busy when I get back. Hope your Sunday is the best it can be. Sending a hug
Morning Jane,
As usual your bum kick stirred me into action .
Now on the third rung, thing is this bloody swamp is like treacle,but hey we will get there.
And tell the voluptuous blonde to lock the old hag away.Xxxx
Morning love .
Itâs chilly but not windy here,must be time to prepare the fire for itâs first light up,wish I still had my dogs,have as good a day as possible. Xxx
I got my bag of slap out, poked the old hag in the eye with my mascara wand, and then I shut her in the utility room and sealed the door with excess chocolate icing. I told her to fold the washing while she is in there.
Now, I have applied said slap to what used to be my face and the voluptuous blonde 18 year old appeared. The shadows under my eyes and âlaughter linesâ are now under a layer of Max Factorâs finest poly filler. Maybelline Velvet Black (waterproof) coats my eyelashes and my lips have been smeared with No. 7 Just Kissed! (If thatâs not wishful thinking, I donât know what is). Ooh! And a very generous squirt of Youth Dew perfume, just to emphasise my modest age.
All dressed up and nowhere to go. But my widowed friend is coming for lunch. I am going to stuff her with chocolate cake.
Xx
Good for you,I had a shower clean joggers and T,combed myâŚâŚâŚ erm beard spray of Lynx Africa,unwrapped the secateurs (whatever they are) and gonna go rose pruning.
Enjoy your lunch.
I leave you alone for half a day, having given you a training course on rose pruning. I thought you would already know that roses have thorns. Admittedly I did not tell you to wear gloves, I did not tell you to wear clothes, either. Hopefully you were dressed when you ventured into the garden, or is that why the neighbours were unimpressed?
You are not fit to be unsupervised, are you?
I really donât know why I am fond of you.
Xx
I know,I am pretty useless although I am quite good at what I can do,you should never leave me unsupervised in an alien world,the neighbours seem to have closed their curtains early tonight.
My friend came for lunch today. The monster chocolate was too big for a plate so it had to go on a tea tray.
Guess what? She turned up with a chocolate cake!
Xx
My wonderfully kind neighbours took me and another friend of theirs out for Sunday lunch.
Hahaha that will teach you,I hope you had a good time and forgot your problems for a few hours,was Katie ok?
Hope you had a nice lunch and managed to put your problems on the back burner for a while.Xxxx
It sounds like I had a better time than you, Mr Scissorhands!
I still have all my fingers, and my neighbours are still friendly.
I do have a surfeit of chocolate cake though!
Xx
You can call me Edward or even Teddy if you wish,still got fingers and thumbs,just had to use a full tube of germolene.Xx
Yes thanks, it was really nice. And they were so kind. Next Sunday is 13th, a whole year, and they knew the last thing Iâll want then is a meal out.
So the swamp is actually now a chocolate swamp? Like a collapsed chocolate fountain?
I wish it was chocolate. We could eat it.
Xx
Yes, eat our way out of it.
I bought some âwound healing creamâ and some âfaster healing plastersâ. It was a bit sceptical about them, but desperate. They really worked. I had a nasty wound on my hand and tore the skin on my arm. They both healed much quicker than usual.
Since Jeremy died I am always having accidents, brain fog and ineptitude I suppose.
Xx