Posts Tagged ‘Friends’

Everybody needs good neighbours

As I was walking into Waitrose this evening, I bumped into my neighbour, Lini. She told me that she would love to come out for a walk with me some time but unfortunately her sister, Sal, has been ill – she went on to say that she loves my blog – which is a real compliment seeing as she is a writer and generally pursues creative endeavours – and as I basked in her compliments, I completely over-looked the fact that she said her sister’s been sick, so I just wanted to say that I wish Sal better and my apologies for my self centred disregard x




Caring McGee

When we go to the shops, Ms Pietersons becomes McGee – McGee is a seeing/hearing dog in training and she is ever so kind, she helps the aged and sick children and she has permission to go wherever she likes.

 A couple of weeks ago Maureen suggested that we take her into Waitrose and so we popped her in the trolley, trying (albeit unsuccessfully) to cover her with my coat.

The first manager we encountered, laughed and turned a blind eye, as did the rest of the staff and managers in the store that day.

However, there was one small blip when she barked and snapped at a child and Ms Pieterson’s disguise was blown.

‘Oh dear, McGee.



Tomato Face

My friend Portly Pam has slowly piled on the pounds. A few years ago she went to Slimmers World and got down to below her ideal weight but today she is back to square one.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re talking less than a stone overweight but she will be wearing a bikini in the Caribbean in less than ten weeks’ time.

 On Saturday night we popped into the Water Margin for a Chinese – we had soup and some picky bits, leaving room for an ice-cream (Baskin Robbins conveniently situated right next door).

 Pam, face red from the heat of the restaurant, combined with the cold air, the dull yellow lighting and very unkind mirror lining the walls, looked shocked and close to tears:-

 ‘Mint choc chip, Pam?’, I ventured

 ‘I look like a big tomato face!’, she wailed.

 ‘It’s the mirror’, I said kindly (steadfastly refusing to look at my own reflection).

Horrified by what she had seen, she declined the ice-cream and has declared war on her figure.

Go Portly Pam, Tomato Face No More!




My friend TJ’s mum is a fantastic knitter. On Monday she mentioned on Facebook that she was knitting herself some gloves and I commented that I would like her to make me some ‘black, soft, fingerless’ ones. Today I received them – how’s that for speed!? – and tonight I wore them. They are the warmest fingerless gloves I have ever had (and I’ve had quite a few) and on my walk tonight I appreciated the fact that for the first time ever not even my fingertips were cold. As I have a habit of losing gloves, she said that she’ll make me some more and is also going to make ones just like the ones I lost the other week. In return I have sent her some welly socks so that she can keep warm when she walks her dogs on the beach this winter; hope she likes them.



And Breathe

Last week I saw my lovely hairdresser friend, Moo 2. Poor Moo 2 suffers from ME and has asthma to boot. She prefers taking the natural route in favour of taking drugs. As I may have mentioned in earlier blogs, I often have difficulty breathing or catching enough air (hence my love of exercise not only for the endorphins). Out of her bag of magic tricks, Moo 2 produced a device called ‘The Saltpipe‘. She told me that the medical profession never prescribe such things, although it is exceptionally effective and clinically proven (whatever weight that holds?). This is what it’s all about:-

  •  Increased air pollution (and, in my particular case, the consumption of tobacco and weed) is contributing to a growing number of people suffering from breathing difficulties.
  •  For centuries, the salty atmospheres of salt mines have been used to ease the symptoms of respiratory system disorders.
  •  The Saltpipe, with salt from the Transylvanian Praid Salt Mine, is a handy inhaler that brings the benefits of Salt Mine Therapy to your home.
  •  Its salty microclimate calms the cells of the respiratory system and induces their natural self-cleansing mechanism.
  • A few minutes regular daily use helps you breathe more easily, assists recovery from respiratory illness and helps to cleanse the respiratory system.
  •  The effectiveness of The Saltpipe has been proven in clinical trials and is a registered Class IIa medical device.

So my Saltpipe has arrived and I must admit that I have only used it once so far. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it wasn’t a pretty sight (definitely something to do in the privacy of your own bed perhaps, late at night, in the dark, where you can’t see yourself). The thing is, I have my breathing under control for now but it’s nice to know that I can continue to smoke and be able to breathe should it become an issue.

** CARRY ON **

** CARRY ON **

Public Apology

It is the month of Virgo. This is is the lead in to the Jewish New Year, a time when everything starts afresh and if we’re really good and repent all our sins on the given day in September, I believe that will determine whether we shall live for another year. I never actually repent my sins on that given day because I tend to do it as I go along … ‘Oops, sorry about that.’ At this time of the year I am told that we (all of us) must make amends and apologise to family/friends/people for any wrong-doings towards them in action or in thought. If you wish, it is a good time to ask a close friend – make sure they’re close, then you can hit them if you don’t like what they say, which, let’s face it, you are unlikely to like – to tell you what your worst traits are; then, armed with your most hideous flaws, you can work on changing yourself. Sounds like hard work? Exactly, which is why I don’t actually do that second part – having said that, on a regular basis I am read my short-comings by my long suffering Honey and it doesn’t make any difference to me because I like myself the way I am. Therefore, as far as I’m concerned, this is a public apology to anyone I know who I have either directly or inadvertently hurt this year and if you’re still speaking to me, then here’s to a great upcoming new year.



Slippery Slope

It’s been snowing. Work’s been zero. I’ve been cooped up for days. I refuse to drive in the snow (I don’t like driving at the best of times). On Friday I had made an arrangement to see a friend of mine who I haven’t seen for a good few months as she’d pissed me off once too often. At 6.30 she text to say that she’d understand if I didn’t go over there but  could use a hand trimming her weed – how could I let her down? So there I was, waiting for  the 460 bus for 20 minutes in the freezing cold and from which I was rudely despatched at the top of Child’s Hill, miles from my destination, because it broke down! I was stranded. I called Fanny and told her that I’d walk down and to get her husband Prat to pick me up en route. It was snowing heavily and there was an eerie silence, I felt perfectly calm (it was surreal, almost like a trip ) until I reached the flyover which goes over the North Circular road – it’s fucking high you know! – I didn’t look down. Once down the other side I did slip on my arse but no-one saw (that’s the main thing!) So I made it to Fanny’s in one piece and we had a lovely evening – thankfully there wasn’t much bud to trim (so I don’t know what that was about). I had a bit of a white knuckle ride home (and I’ll say no more) and since then have only left the house to go to Waitrose and today I even went to the cafe. Oh, and my jeans are tighter than I’ve ever known them because it’s so icy and I can’t go out walking and I don’t really feel like jumping on the rebounder – go away snow, things are slipping around here!




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