Indigo Blue

I have been rather ill this last week, with a middle ear infection. It was quite nasty indeed and I had to stay home and in bed. I managed to get to the doctors after two days and got some tablets to stop me being sick. I felt quite spaced out taking them.

I tried to go on the blog but everything went wrong. Today was my first day out and I tottered off to the car boot sale.

I loved the freshness outside and the warmth of the air. I found an old oil painting and thought I would buy it and use the frame for one of my paintings, as the frame was pretty nice.

I did some research on the artist and was surprised to learn that my painting may be worth a bit more than I paid for it.

Its a good start to the week.

I remember going to the pictures on a saturday afternoon with my brother. we used to sing "we are the children of the ABC". I did anyway as my brother never joined in anything.

We used to go with my dad and he paid ninepence for us to sit in the the back row. If you sat near the front the kids used to beat you up! especially if they got over excited watching audie murphy...

I hate to say it but my favourites were Shirley Temple films...LOL

I see Tarzan films are a hit..so can anyone remember any old films they enjoyed?

Last night was a huge thunderstorm in our area. I was awakened by forked lightning and booming thunder, it resembled a tropical storm.
I was aware of my bed being metal and took my feet off the end.

I thought for a while about putting my trainers on (rubber soles) but was too sleepy, the storm lasted for hours.

I woke this morning to find a text message to say that my son and his wife had had the baby. He was born at 4 am naturally. Both are fine and well. The new baby is to be called George. Mother and baby are already home. When I had my first baby you had to stay in hospital 10 days!

Tonight more storms are forecast, my daughter is flying off to Russia at 2am. She is taking some students there to learn more about Russian history.

I can't remember the weather ever being this hot in this country.

Today my passport with the hideous photo arrived. I can go to my daughters wedding ! I showed her the photo and she laughed so much. she said it didn't look like me at all! I think the seat in the photo booth was a little uncomfortable...

I am shortly to have a grandson, my youngest son and his wife are waiting for his arrival and his wife is being induced tomorrow as baby is ten days late. Its their first baby and a long awaited one. We have had such sadness in the family recently and the new baby brings us all hope.

My passport application has been rejected due to my mouth being slightly open on the photo. I have just been to get a new photo done and tried not to smile. I look like I've escaped from prison!

I hope the new application will be in time for my daughters wedding in Prague. she's worried now.

Today I need to get on with some historical research but my mother wants me to sit with her as she has workmen coming and they make her nervous, so its a hours journey and hopefully I can make the time up later.

I think mothers should come first.

Yesterday I went to Carnforth station where the film "Brief encounter" was made in 1945 It starred Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson. I have to say that I'm big fan of the film, and it made me cry when I watched it. its a bit of a girlie film though.

The station has been made to look as it was in the film, the bar looks very 1940s and you can have a coffee as you watch the trains rush by.

There were a lot of people dressed in 1940s clothes and jeeps. It was like a time warp. The atmosphere in the bar was amazing.

Some men looked like the Gestapo, they were sitting drinking coffee in white macs. some people dressed as Yanks they sat in their jeeps and my favourites were the people dressed as sailors.

A spiv came up to me inviting me to hold his baby in a gas mask suit, it was extremely heavy, he then asked me if I wanted to buy some American knickers.

I was given a flyer and this group of people must enjoy dressing up, I was invited to their next event and the guy said he would be a german that time.

I came away after spending a fortune in the gift shop, and wearing a badge saying "STATION MASTER" (well you have to join in a bit!)

All my friends seem to be moving house at the moment. I'm getting tired of being roped in and moving furniture, carpets and packing boxes. I'm exhausted! The worst thing is despite all this activity, I haven't lost any weight at all!

Despite working like a packhorse for the last few weeks and living on cottage cheese, feeling so tired from exhaustion and falling asleep almost standing up...I can't shift the weight.

people are saying I look more toned...maybe they are mistaking my ripples of fat for a six pack.

I need a Mop, but how does one carry a mop home on the bus? you never see people carrying mops and long handled brushes home from the shops, maybe they think it makes them look like a witch!

yesterday I went in the pound shop for some pens and a chinese man in front of me was buying two big pink rubber things, they looked like pipe lagging or something. He told the man at the checkout that he didn't need a bag, the man at the checkout smiled and said he didn't have a bag big enough. I started to grin at the thought of him walking round town with the pink pipes and he saw me grinning and started to tap me on the head with the pink pipes jokingly! I started to laugh at that point.

The most embarrassing thing I have carried home was the curtain rail for my patio doors, it looked small in the shop, my dad had given me two bags of lampshades and I bought the curtain rail, got on the bus, hit everyone over the head (accidently) with my lampshades and sat at the back with my enormous curtain rail, it looked like I had gone fishing, everyone was grinning at me resting the rail on the roof of the bus and manipulating it as we turned corners. I wish I had a car to fetch things home.

My aunt whom I care for very much has recently had to have an operation, there was a chance she would not survive it, thankfully she did. Just before the date of the operation I wrote to my aunt, telling her to be brave and how much I cared for her, it was a bit mushy but at the time I thought well, sometimes theres a time to be mushy. I included a heart shaped pendant to catch the light hoping it might cheer her up.

The pendant had gone missing from the letter and she feared someone had stolen it and so showed my uncles who also read my letter. I didn't realise everyone had been reading it and my mother told me today and warned me that I shouldn't include anything personal in any letters. I felt really gutted that other people had read the letter.

Its funny you write on a blog and it doesn't seem to matter who reads it, when people know you it feels so different.

I spend most of my time at the moment doing historical research, most of it is for my daughter who teaches history and I like tracing my family tree.
I was looking on friends reunited and looking up my classmates from primary school. There was a surprising lack of entries. My school had been in a poor part of Manchester not far from the dye works, the rubber works, the chemical works, probably not the healthiest place to be! I had a photo of my class which I put on the web site. One face stood out, a young boy with an unusual name who said he wanted to marry me when he grew up. I remembered how special it had made me feel when he used to give me small gifts as a child, he used to give me the ring out of his lucky bags! I was the paint monitor at school and always gave him the best paints to paint with. I was so happy, I was given a level of attention I had up to that point never had before in my life.
Feeling nostalgic I looked on "find my past" to see if he had got married, but there was no entry, all the records from 1984 are on the computer and free to access to a point. I was upset to see that he had died at just 30 years of age. I guess it was him as his name was so unusual. It made me quite sad, perhaps it would have been better not too have looked.
By a strange coincidence it looked like one of his ancestors had married one of mine in the 1800's, so maybe there had been a genetic attraction. I think he may have been a third cousin.