Hi Mary. I can remember that song also. I used to be driving to work when it came on every morning and I would sing it at the top of my voice, think I could probably still remember the words.
I can knit but never liked handicrafts and hated it at school but you remind me of my Nan who knitted jumpers for all the family and wouldn’t we be in trouble if we ever bought one, would have to keep it hidden from Nan. Everything I tried to do had to be redone by her as she was a whizz at every handicraft imaginable. I was the outdoors type which my mother hated. Aways dirty and smelling of horses.
Your right about time not existing but I have two dogs that don’t agree and when I feel that I can’t face up to the day ahead they get me out of bed and going for walkies. It really does help me though and I can then face up to the day. Without them I wonder if I would have wanted to get out of bed some days. I quite like waking up early in the morning now as it gives me an excuse to stay put and by the time I do get up it’s not that late after all.
Love to you also
Pat xx
Thank you, Pat, I do miss my knitting, but my skin is so fragile, I daren’t attempt it, it seems to me that it is cheaper to buy one.
I did find it very therapeutic, my mother who was a superb knitter told me that I would never manage it, so, to prove her wrong I started knitting dainty mattinee coats when I was expecting our first baby. My mum was quite justified in passing that comment, who on earth has 2 heels in one sock, I never lived that down.
Love, Mary x
At school we was made to knit a pair of socks on three needles (I think). I had a job to knit with two and every row I did, when I got home my Nan redid them and this is how the socks got done. I dreaded handicrafts at school. When I got married at seventeen I couldn’t boil water I dread to think what those first meals were like. I had no idea what you did with a potato. I had to learn pretty quick.
Love Pat xxx
Oh,Pat I was the same!I married at 19 and I attempted a fried breakfast for my ex husband and it took me 6 attempts to fry an egg to get it right!I tried to do mash but I boiled them for too long and I ended up with mush not mash!
Jill, thank you for the laugh, it is just what I needed today. When we were first married (1960) I always burned the carrots. It became a standing joke between us.
Hi I remember attempting to cook chips for the first time. I put the fat on full heat (no fancy chip pans in those days) and the chips went black but were still raw. I thought I would never get the hang of having to cook. Good job there wasn’t any such thing as Take Away’s (except for fish and chips) or Ready Meals in those days as I was forced to learn to cook. I now enjoy it.
I had no idea about gardening either, didn’t know what a spade was or any flowers. Decided to have a go in my late thirties and became hooked. Now my gardening is therapeutic and been my saviour.
Pat xxx
Gardening was my mum’s Saviour too, Pat. She spent hours and hours in the garden, she said that it brought her close to my dad, x
I can well relate to what you mum said Mary. I know I have mentioned it many times but we have allotments and when Brian died I had no idea if I would be able to even go near the place let alone work there again. It was a dull, miserable November day as stood heartbroken only days after Brian had died, when a lone bee landed next to where I was standing. Brian loved the Bee’s and worked with the Bee keepers and I was told that if you mention the name of a deceased person then the bee’s would carry their soul. That bee was all I needed to know that Brian was telling me to carry on as there was no honey bees around at that time of the year.
I feel Brian with me as I work. I kept his plot on as well as mine and it’s a lot of work but it has saved me many a day from sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. Knowing he is watching over me makes it all worthwhile even if I’m still not allowed to use his tools as I put them down and can’t find them.
Pat xxx
Hello, Pat,
Thank you for your message, I have heard a number of times that bees are very spiritual. I bet it was your Brian who sent the bee to reassure you that he was fine.
I had a smile when you mentioned Brian’s tools, Stan was just the same with some of his possessions, he guarded them from me as I was one of the Great Train Robbers, only certain things. We could write a book, couldn’t we
Mary x x x
We certainly could Mary. Brian would not let me use his tools as I put them down and then can’t find them. I still haven’t touched his tools at the allotment, they are still hanging up in his shed where he left them.
Yes I believe the bee was a sign from Brian, I had another Bee hit me on the side of the face three weeks later and I was in someones house. I just said “Hello Bri”. The owner of the house thought I had gone daft.
Pat xxx
We are not daft, Sheila, our loved ones give us a sign that all is well for them.
I have signs from Stan and I feel so peaceful afterwards.
Love,
Maryx