Families, Family, Food, Inspiration, Laughter, love, real life, Uncategorized, Whatever

Dear Paint Manufacturers

Dear Paint Manufacturers

As a grandparent, a parent and an enthusiastic DIY’r I wonder if I may be so bold as to make a few suggestions for the names of paint? Paint that parents could relate to, instantly imagining what the colour was like. A easily washable paint that didn’t take much work to maintain. You have a captive audience here I think, and I feel you’re missing a trick.

I’m asking this as I’ve just had my 1 year old granddaughter for the morning, and we shared lunch together. Of course this isn’t the first time she has been to my humble abode, but it’s the first time I have notice how much more interested in feeding herself she has become! Needless to say there was more food on the surrounding areas than in her little tummy. The simple plastic spoon became a weapon that any archer would have more than proud of. And her plastering skills were second to none!

Of course these new skills came with a sense of humour on her part. Each time she accomplished getting the food to where she wanted it to go, there was a huge smile on her face. This didn’t entail the food going in her mouth – oh no – more of it was on the wall and the floor!

So these are my suggestions to start with, I’m sure there are lots of parents out there with other ideas, something more seasonal, or families who eat different food ranges. Chinese – sweet and sour chicken perhaps. Indian – chicken or Paneer tikka, Dhal. The range could be endless.

Omelette – today’s colour of choice, a mild yellow with a few streaks of orange and yellow and green.

Lunch and desert – a sort of rainbow colour really. Imagine the colours of a wrap filled with fish fingers, tomato sauce, and some cucumber and lettuce, followed by blueberries. The colours would be vibrant and fresh, like a salad.

Tuna and Pasta – a subtle light pink colour, with a cream sheen. Restful and calm. Unlike lunch times.

Soup de jour – well that is anyone’s imagination. Whatever paint you have left at the end of a run, green pea and ham, to a vibrant orange carrot and parsnip or a subtle yellow, with a hint of green and yellow for mixed veg. The choice could be yours.

Bolognaise – a bright red would be just right for this, perhaps with a little soupçon of brown just to give it more of an authenticity. Or it could be in the range like suede, and glitter, with a bit of a bumpy surface?

I hope this has given you food for thought – no pun intended. After a long hour of cleaning the walls, I have very little sense of humour left. If I can order a litre of Bolognaise for next week, she’s back with me soon, I can arrange my meals around my wall colour.

Yours sincerely,

Nanna Pat

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Families, Inspiration, loss, love, real life, Uncategorized, Whatever, women

Memories of mam

Those around me are drowning in sorrow at the minute. It’s such a very sad time.

And it has made me remember my mam, and how very much I loved her, and still do. And every day I miss her so very much.

I’m listening to stories of long drawn out illnesses, and brave battles fought again and again. And long lives lived and memories made with young families. And with the greatest of sadness, a life not much older than mine being snatched away, while those around are helpless, and wordless – but not without a river of tears.

I had no time really to say good bye, just good night. The next morning she had gone, before I had time to tell her our plans of grandchildren and weddings. I know she didn’t want to go, it wasn’t how she planned it, I’m sure of that. Her favourite shopping was for hats. But life is both blessed and cruel. On one hand a fine engagement ring, on the other funeral plans. I’d just come back from Paris, where my kind loving boy had given me his undying love and knelt under the tower to ask me to be with him till death do us part.

I’d found one love and lost another – in the blink of an eye.

That’s why we need to say ‘I love you’ every day, with genuine feeling in our eyes. We need to build memories, not hide secrets. And treasure the family we have, for as long as we have them.

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When your a Royal

I was driving home today from a shopping trip. Coming up to a large local roundabout, when suddenly a police motorcycle pulled up in front of us, and held his arm up. STOP he indicated. So we did. I could see another police motorcyclist doing the same at the next junction of the roundabout. The roundabout came to a grinding halt. Nothing moved, it was as if time was standing still.

Suddenly speeding around the roundabout was a magnificent aubergine colour Rolls Royce car, with big glass windows, and a flag flying in the wind on the bonnet. There was someone sitting in the back holding on to the little handle just over the window, as it sped around the corner. Off into the distance it drove, flanked by more motorcycles. The cars in front of it being parted like the red sea in a biblical story.

It was a royal car carrying monarchy to the Epsom Derby.

It made me think. ‘The Royals’ never have to wait for anything, do they? They never have to worry about ordering something and having to wonder what the delivery slot will be, who will wait in for it, and if the DPD guy will throw it over the railing at Buck house, because someone was in the garden, and didn’t hear the doorbell? They will never have to stand in a queue waiting to be served, or by the look of it, sit at a traffic light waiting for the traffic to move off.

Their priorities are different aren’t they? While we as mere mortals worry about our job perhaps and how will we put our skills to best use, they probably have to think, how their ‘power’ and social standing will be put to use to make the world a better place.

Now that is some pressure isn’t it?

I think that despite having to worry if there is enough money to pay the bills, I would rather have to do that – than have that type of pressure on me; be in the public eye, have less than a private life.

If my hair is out of place, I only have myself to blame. My face isn’t plastered over the tabloids when I do something inappropriate. No – I am lucky I can live a life without fame and fortune. I’m glad there are others who make the world a better place in a different way to me, and I’m more than happy to move out of the way for them.

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Best laid plans, and all that nonsense.

I don’t often plan my life, it rolls along quite randomly. I might suddenly decide to go shopping, or I might suddenly decide to go out for a sneaky drink with my poor long suffering husband.

Not today. On the way to work I said – ‘I’d love to go for a drink tonight, a cool cider would go down a treat. It’s a hot day, and the  local watering hole Woodies Freehouse would be just the kind of place to stop’

OK he said. So a plan was hatched.

The problem is – I’m now the emergency baby sitting a sleeping granddaughter, and not holding a cool pint of cider. Things sometimes don’t turn out as you plan do they?

Perhaps next time I’ll stick to the randomness of my life.

 

 

 

 

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Dear Thumb

Dear thumb

I’m sorry I have treated you so very badly. I wouldn’t have done that for the world! You have been a very loyal thumb for many years, you have travelled with the rest of your digit chums through thick and thin, through warm and cold. And now look what I’ve done to you!

I caught you in a door, and not a glamorous door of a Maserati either. No, a humble toilet door. In fact a very very heavy, humble toilet door. The wind caught it….and slammed it on you, you poor little thing. Not so little now though. You’re turning the most glorious purple and black colour. Regal and chunky on the corner of my hand.

It’s not so easy to put socks on when you’re not helping. To do ones bra up, is impossible. And I thought I was right handed, but now I’ve realised I’m right handed, but with the support of you, my left thumb.

Get better soon, please.

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