A Space experience

in this amazing world of ours .... 

A windswept look

or dragged through a hedge is how I was described this afternoon ...  

The conversation point in the weather in this changeable climate. It represents silently the winds of change innermost. I am looking to time on the coast again eating fish and chips. And the locality of a daughter for food and activities outside. The weather will not be an issue. We have funny memories of a picnic under an umbrella in the immense rain pour one time, to keep us forever smiling ... 

We just love being together; outside doing those usual activities again .. 

Pure cotton yarn and

the colours inspired in wanderlust. The luxurious feel of quality. The colours unlocked in items past found. Although I had no gumption; seeing this handiwork reminds me of the heirlooms that became. I made no promises to a daughter, we see how this time unfolds, with her request of sketches and design for snuggling up on and in. 

Another spur is to wade through the physical photos. The not seen periodically. The frustration in so much muddles. There is many not seen for a very long time. And where the bloody **** are they? 

All those in advise of the space back for the crafts and seek ... that was originally my intention. I could finally have an extended craft area until the the lull, still, and perpetual mountain of paper flutters and stuff vintage in more ways than one. 

Where time stood still and back. 

I have embraced technology in this self discovery with many directions opened. 

I have started out of the home too. The social aspect lost in the NHS list of jobs. The reliance on goodwill. The many thoughts of dog walking, food banks, and the fluctuating time limits and services cut in support  ... I finally got there myself with a sister ... 

in the silly and sparse summer season

with staff and people overstuffed in the wrong places. Already hard to make a appointment for a Meds review. It was hard to keep anger in check today ... I have had a run of things since last November with my lack of continued continuity in clarity ... it is long forgotten how hard this is ... 

It depends who deals with you too. And attention to detail in all around. 

The focus on locking it away forever ... 

I have found many different ways in doing the tasks on the wards. I do it my way from observing and being shown. If someone wants a hot chocolate besides supper round ... I will do thy best. The hospital food research in how best to dish out many meals in many ways for customs, beliefs and dietary or swallowing needs ... in more influx on other hospitals and overflows when other things close down putting pressure elsewhere. It is not good! All around ... 

A little lift

in spirits this July, the unlocking to create Operation Tackle ... The benefits of seeing the different terrains on and in my own county. A rest among the time in the dust clouds of bitter time echoes. The creation of space to function in another area of the home lost among the inadvertence and inadequate ills of another. 

When a daughter and her beau came to me to assist one July; it created and sparked a lot of ideas again... The fragmentation of time as a family in the lost seasons stuck inside. 

We had planned a trip to the seafront and the big screen ... We added in the local walk among the golden corn, maize and the soon to be harvested lavender fields that the boyfriend had recently seen on Facebook... The home league trip of the Salvation army to the once very local farm selling gorgeous goodies. The posting of this setting among the purple fields intrigued him .... He only happen to mention this when I made the suggestion... That was a then the very simple decision to get this experience in the new pool of our better memories 

Whilst he had shown me his locality in the summer months last year. It was our turn to introduce him to the country part nearby this home.  He had seen a little of the capital city near to this very handy location on the cusp of urban, the hills and vales of terrain reminding me of my original country coast roots. And how the road, rail and being in the North of a county means it is easy to do much. The memory of the Euro tunnel also being built in time here now means it is handy for a trip to Europe. This is on the cards to do  .... 

We took in the picture book in a delightful picturesque setting of a resting place nestled in a village too, along to the fields in picking your own fruit  .... He had never harvested strawberries either, which he very much enjoyed. 

The August of hops to harvest. The September of apples yet to come in the same stunning location of lavender .... maybe not this year ... The home move dependant on the final decision in the next stage maybe to come .... 

"Lock it away and throw

away the key!" "Short term pain; for long term gain" the wisdom of a sister in propelling me through yet another phase of ridding the past in all formats. 

I envisage this room to become the sanctuary, once I move the sorting area to the back room again... before all that came since that first Spring where it was for a time the place able to get on with, until more dilemmas were to come .. 

... a time when we were told to remove items of value before the clear. It was then forgotten it needed the room for these items in the swift turnaround of just four days in three months. 

The forgotten life to come back over in from the temporary housing!!!! 

The stuff back from that temporary accommodation... it was the most appreciated but irksome time ever in a complexity not thought out ... I hope never to witness again !!! 

Touched and moved

again by the pure core of appreaciation and unbiased support in times of need by all spectrums of people to one another. A lady bleeding profusely after falling over at a bus stop. This happened on a outbound bus journey to a destination being made in the county of Kent, one Tuesday summer morning. The bus driver who stepped out the drivers cabin to assist those already at the scene calling for an ambulance. She was not moving anywhere.... 

The same bus driver who had refused a frail senior citizen just previous to this bus stop from travelling on the bus to get into a towns library to replace her lost bus pass. He relented when the whole bus protested!!! 

A bus company policies  to using your discretion ... that I am now once again doing in small doses. This after failed duty of care to my loved one! I have a lot more patience. I felt for the bus driver too. Everyone was ganging up against him in a moment of time, though he soon redeemed respect within  moments of those left on the same vehicle who witnessed that time in motion .... 

This broke the ice in those public journeys in our space bubbles of stranger to stranger. A fellow passenger started chatting away as if we known each other a long time. 

It is no surprise really how Our capital city and others responded in kind to the recent series of utter horror for those personally hit by the recent events of Tragedy beyond words ... 

Strange hours in Stranger days

where life is falling in place; parts have yet to be there... 

the pull of the past less over time; in parts it is irksome to think it happened ... 

.. well it did ... it is now where there might be no escape from in the past, that is very much of who I am now. I am finding out in the two way conversations of those I spend some minutes with. This precious time in a mixed ward setting. Those who are stressed, lonely or all the emotive times in various forms, that we can all feel in our own worlds at some time or other ... 

time that impedes those who care for us at this moments. The social aspect filled in by those able to give time in this environment. And those who have nothing to drink on the table to mix with the water. And those also whose food is brought in for dietary requirements, to dieticians who have the time to make a different required drink on one beverages round. 

It was fortunate to be freed up to make this different drink. Those small sometimes insignificant actions that make all the difference... we may not have had it when socially excluded, by even my own kin. It is now I can help those that have no one ... to those where the non visiting time need that extra mile in life ...

A lot of forgiveness now going a long way in waves of kind in give