http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/en-EUMokoFeed10http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/30/cccaf024e6ea39611016d588290284_160x200.jpghttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/09/strange-ancestors-7336059/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/2009/11/09/strange-ancestors-7336059/Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:29:40 +0100 <p>I used to have a friend who was a descendent of Guy Fawkes. I know her father was asked to go to a thing in London and they were trying to get people with famous ancestors there. He was a thin, tiny man, he didn't want to go. I think he felt qite pleased to be asked though.</p> <p>I used to wonder about Bonfire Night and did my friend go to Bonfires how would she feel seeing a guy thrown on the fire? I found out she did go to them but I'm not sure if it bothered her. I would have hated that if it had been my ancestor. It certainly made me think!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/09/strange-ancestors-7336059/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>ancestorsguy-fawkeshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/09/strange-ancestors-7336059/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/08/castle-on-the-hill-7331138/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/2009/11/08/castle-on-the-hill-7331138/Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:46:29 +0100 <p>Last night I was invited to watch some firework display in Lancaster at the top of the hill by the castle. I had no idea it would rain so heavily. I'm talking monsoon season here! </p> <p>I gingerly climbed up the castle steps, The castle I believe is still a prison! A very foreboding building indeed! Floodlights hit the area where we were supposed to stand and classical music played on loud speakers. There were stalls, a mulled wine stall and fudge stall, a burger bar had queues of people waiting. I had a little umbrella and stood in the mud by a tree, Thousands of people seemed to be closing in and all with wellies and umbrellas. In the floodlights I could see the rain sheeting down and felt the seeping water trickling into my shoes and soaking my socks. </p> <p>I looked at the clock, ten to seven, My daughter told me it started at seven, by seven thirty we realised we had the time wrong. Her socks were also saturated. Her husband decided he had had enough and left to find a coffee bar, we decided to follow him. As we left more people were trying to get in but guards on the gate were turning them away. We heard the loud bang of the first fireworks as we ran down the castle steps.</p> <p>my legs were numb with the cold. In the coffee bar we peeled off our coats and checked our socks...all dripping wet. The worse thing was not seeing one firework!</p> <p>I looked at the tv and "come dancing" was on, we had invited my son to come with us but he had declined saying he wanted to watch "come dancing" I couldn't help but wish I had stayed home myself and watched it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/08/castle-on-the-hill-7331138/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>fireworkscastlewethttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/11/08/castle-on-the-hill-7331138/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/party-time-7279387/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-31:/2009/10/31/party-time-7279387/Sat, 31 Oct 2009 09:42:35 +0100 <p><img src="http://" alt="null" title="null"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/halloween_outfit/4059579" title="halloween outfit"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/579/4059579_52c69b6610_s.jpg" alt="halloween outfit"></a></p> <p>Tonight I'm going to a Halloween party, This is my outfit from last year. I have to bake some cakes and biscuits and hopefully will have time to get a new outfit. If not it will be back in the same old thing!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/party-time-7279387/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>halloweenpartyhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/party-time-7279387/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/30/smelling-of-roses-7274680/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-30:/2009/10/30/smelling-of-roses-7274680/Fri, 30 Oct 2009 12:18:07 +0100 <p>My boyfriend has been unable to smell anything for years, miraculously after a recent illness his sense of smell has returned.</p> <p>I have never seen anyone so overjoyed, we went shopping and he said he could smell the coats. He asked if I could smell them too and I did pick out a distinct smell from them. we stood near the coats and he was amazed at how they smelt.</p> <p>we went for a drive in the countryside. Some farmers had been muck spreading. "agghhh what's that terrible smell" he asked, "I feel like I'm going to be sick" he continued. I kept thinking I hope its not my feet!!!</p> <p>we went to the antique centre, normally he would be picking things up, and examining them but overcome by the musty and horrible smells in some areas he avoided doing it. It really put him off.</p> <p>we decided to go to a garden centre and as we went in he smelt the candles, "whats that smell" he asked "its so lovely" The people in the shop were so amused as he went round sniffing the candles. It was amazing how joyful he seemed.</p> <p>I kept thinking how we take simple pleasures for granted. I also thought I had better make sure I have clean socks on each day!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/30/smelling-of-roses-7274680/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>smellsantiquesnosehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/30/smelling-of-roses-7274680/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/21/freezing-conditions-7213887/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-21:/2009/10/21/freezing-conditions-7213887/Wed, 21 Oct 2009 09:31:10 +0200 <p>Yesterday I went to visit my mum and took her the new spider catcher that I bought for her. She was delighted with it. (It even has a plastic spider to practise with)</p> <p>She was followed home last week by some yobs and they unnerved her so much she fell over and twisted her ankle. She hasn't been able to move without hobbling.</p> <p>Mum was telling me that her sister has also hurt her foot, the same left foot at her. She went on to tell me that my very poorly aunt had a repairman round to fix her fire alarm and he dropped the screwdriver and it pierced my aunts foot. It seems strange its the same foot and done at the same time on the same day.</p> <p>The wind was biting yesterday I waited for 40 minutes for the bus and some yobs were trying to get on for half fare, the driver refused to believe them, I was frozen and trying to get on the bus, eventually they paid the full fare and we got going. I felt like I had hypothermia when I finally got home.</p> <p>I phoned my son who had his driving test unfortunately he hadn't passed. He seems to get a shaking foot when on the test and loses control a bit. I tried to sound encouraging but actually think they have made the driving test a lot harder than it used to be.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/21/freezing-conditions-7213887/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>spidersdriving-testtravelhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/21/freezing-conditions-7213887/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/help-with-wine-7186169/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-17:/2009/10/17/help-with-wine-7186169/Sat, 17 Oct 2009 09:44:02 +0200 <p>If anyone out there knows of a good wine please let me have its name!</p> <p>I'm desperatly trying to find some nice wine but I don't know of any and everyone one I try is horrible.</p> <p>Last night I went in the local shop examining the wines and a lady confidently sprang up and grabbed a bottle, I thought that must be nice so bought some and it was so spicy I couldn't drink it. (Do they put pepper in it?</p> <p>I think for a red wine it would be nice if it was fruity, not spicy.<br> Does anyone have any favourites? in white or red?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/help-with-wine-7186169/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>winehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/help-with-wine-7186169/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/colours-7179891/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-16:/2009/10/16/colours-7179891/Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:02:25 +0200 <p>Yesterday would have been my 30th wedding anniversary. It’s funny how dates evoke such memories.</p> <p>I woke feeling sad, I pulled back the curtains and could see the park beyond the window and people walking their dogs. I laid in bed taking in the early morning sunshine; on the window ledge I have some antique prisms. The sun shone through the window creating lots of coloured lights. When I was younger I thought the light through a prism was “fairies” I managed to catch some of the lights on my toes, my big toe turned purple as the light shone on it. I thought foolishly it might energise my foot for clutch control of the car, my driving lesson was in an hours time.</p> <p>The driving lesson went better this time. I used to drive in the 70s at that time I used to drive a “Triumph Herald” I remember driving along to college where I was studying law. It was white and had a black open top. It had a very dodgy third gear and I had to make a jagged shape to knock it into third gear. I suspect the distant memory of my herald was the reason I kept missing third gear on my driving lesson. Its like my brain remembers driving from before, but my feet don’t seem to!</p> <p>I suppose I just need to keep practising. I don’t know why I remember the bad habits from driving and not the good ones.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/colours-7179891/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>drivingtrimphheraldhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/colours-7179891/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/i-hate-buses-7166088/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-14:/2009/10/14/i-hate-buses-7166088/Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:09:31 +0200 <p>I have spent the last two days running ragged trying to help sick family members by getting their shopping, this has involved catching buses in the rush hour traffic, journeys that should take 10 minutes taking two hours! People coughing all over me on the buses!!! possible swine flu carriers coughing on my neck. Anarchy and noisy schoolchildren banging on bus windows and screaming. Smelly people making me so sick I could vomit (why don't some people wash) squashing me with their fat bottoms. </p> <p>Its no wonder people don't like travelling by bus. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/i-hate-buses-7166088/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>transportbuseshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/i-hate-buses-7166088/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/spider-catcher-7144389/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-11:/2009/10/11/spider-catcher-7144389/Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:28:03 +0200 <p>I saw this gadget on Amazon for catching spiders. It is a stick with fibre optic strands and you catch the spider and throw it out. I have ordered one for both my mum and me.</p> <p>We both are scared of spiders and as we both live alone we have no men to eject the little blighters.</p> <p>My mum found this really distressing and at first she used to spray the spider with shaving foam to stop it running off then try and capture it. There seems to be loads of spiders about at the moment and I hate seeing them when I'm in the shower. I turned the kitchen light on yesterday and a tarantula was right near my hand. Yuck.</p> <p>I just hope the spider catchers work or I will have to find something else to eject them with. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/spider-catcher-7144389/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>spidershttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/spider-catcher-7144389/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/challenges-7135832/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-10:/2009/10/10/challenges-7135832/Sat, 10 Oct 2009 08:40:23 +0200 <p>I think taking driving lessons has made me change my thinking style. For a long time I thought it was an impossible dream to learn to drive. I hadn’t been able to afford to do so and I just thought it was totally out of reach and I was too old. Now i'm driving! (ok not that brilliantly yet but its coming along)</p> <p>Its unlocked a key in my brain! I’m now thinking of my other impossible dreams.</p> <p>I have a spare bedroom that I wanted to make into an art studio. It’s cluttered with storage boxes from my old house and my children’s things. I intend to give them back their belongings and make this dream come true. Emotionally I had found it hard to go into the room as it held so many memories. I have hundreds of books to get rid off too. </p> <p>Maybe if you put in the effort things do work out. The important thing is to rise to the challenge.<br> Its going to be a busy week uncluttering!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/challenges-7135832/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/challenges-7135832/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/learning-a-new-skill-7074396/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-10-01:/2009/10/01/learning-a-new-skill-7074396/Thu, 01 Oct 2009 08:34:59 +0200 <p>Yesterday I decided to book a course of driving lessons. Today I am learning the theory test on my computer. Actually its my spare computer as the disc keeps making my computer crash. </p> <p>I now know if a motorcyclist has an accident to leave his helmet on.<br> (learnt from thory test cd) This made me smile as in my younger days I used to wear pink sponge hair rollers under my crash helmet and then take out my rollers and comb my hair when I got to the place I was going to. I suppose if I had had an accident then they would have had a shock taking off my helmet. I did have a couple of accidents but I wore so much clothing (it was very cold) that I didn't get hurt. </p> <p>The reason for the driving lessons after all this time is strange. I did take lessons in my early twenties but having a family made me give up, due to the cost. Whenever I go for a job interview people assume I can drive. I was actually given a job and then told I would have to visit different shops, when I said I couldn't drive it was embarrassing. </p> <p>I want to drive now so I can take my mum out, she has been a bit depressed since my dad died and if I could take her out it would really help. I'm hoping I might pass this time and hopefully by the spring! My first lesson is on wednesday.</p> <p>There seems such a lot to learn.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/learning-a-new-skill-7074396/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>cardrivinghttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/learning-a-new-skill-7074396/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/weekend-7008301/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-21:/2009/09/21/weekend-7008301/Mon, 21 Sep 2009 09:42:14 +0200 <p>Yesterday I set off in the early morning mist to go to a car boot sale out in the pennines. The sun glinted through the dew sleepy looking sheep emerged from the strange lines of mist. it reminded me of those old oil paintings where you see a windmill in the mist.</p> <p>I went along the country roads and the odd tractor was in the way, it was amazingly quiet.</p> <p>On approaching the car boot sale which was surrounded by hills I could see in the field opposite a hot air balloon, just trying to take off, it looked surreal in the distance...a white ballon in a white mist. I wished I had taken my camera.</p> <p>The sellers were setting up their stalls and the ground was wet, my feet soaking from the early morning dew. The smell of hot dogs filled the air and it seemed silent.</p> <p>A tannoy struck up piercing the quiet... a thick lancashire accent started to talk.. it transpired that someone had lost their phone and the man on the tannoy was going to ring it, he wanted everyone to be quiet and listen to see if we could find it...I smiled in amusement..</p> <p>usually I would look for antiques but not today my thoughts were filled with gardening and I ended up buying a strimmer for £3 which I thought was a real bargain (and works a treat). It was quite heavy and I carried my prize off to the car feeling really happy. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/weekend-7008301/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>weekendhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/weekend-7008301/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/midnight-snack-6999739/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-20:/2009/09/20/midnight-snack-6999739/Sun, 20 Sep 2009 06:18:45 +0200 <p>I have been unable to sleep much tonight. I woke at 3am and unable to get back to sleep decided to go on the internet. Feeling rather hungry I found a small trifle in the fridge, it was a mixed fruit trifle, I don't know why I just saw it and wanted it.</p> <p>so I was looking at the news on the internet munching trifle and what do I see... a rather gruesome picture of a grandmother with a tooth in her eye enabling her to see. Whilst I can appreciate its good news, I so wish they hadn't put the photo on....particularly as I was munching a piece of peach at the time.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/midnight-snack-6999739/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>teethinsomniaeyespeachhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/midnight-snack-6999739/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/11/gardening-6940782/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-11:/2009/09/11/gardening-6940782/Fri, 11 Sep 2009 08:49:15 +0200 <p>Toay we have a sea mist...perhaps its fog...Theres that chill in the air of autumn. .</p> <p>I woke up and looked at my garden from the bedroom window. it looked really transformed I worked hard on it all day yesterday and it is taking shape...changing from a square of grass to a little paradise...<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>its amazing what we can achieve with a little effort and donated plants! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/11/gardening-6940782/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>gardengardeninghttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/11/gardening-6940782/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/07/back-to-school-6910070/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-07:/2009/09/07/back-to-school-6910070/Mon, 07 Sep 2009 09:34:03 +0200 <p>Monday morning and first day back at school. Its hard getting my children to go into school…as usual…<br> Its worse now they are teachers…. <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/07/back-to-school-6910070/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>teachingschoolhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/07/back-to-school-6910070/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/06/mother-shiptons-cave-6907215/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-06:/2009/09/06/mother-shiptons-cave-6907215/Sun, 06 Sep 2009 21:20:55 +0200 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/mother_shiptons_cave/3866725" title="Mother Shiptons cave"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/725/3866725_e5f78f08e7_s.jpg" alt="Mother Shiptons cave"></a></p> <p>My photo of Mother Shiptons Cave, you can see the victorians used to dangle things over the well and they became petrified.</p> <p>I thought it was an interesting place to visit, the cave was lit by small lanterns and looked pretty from a distance but a little eerie. It smelt a little odd too! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/06/mother-shiptons-cave-6907215/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>mother-shiptons-cavehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/06/mother-shiptons-cave-6907215/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/05/grandson-6898830/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-05:/2009/09/05/grandson-6898830/Sat, 05 Sep 2009 18:29:38 +0200 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/george/3862147" title="george"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/147/3862147_11b2e0bef7_s.jpg" alt="george"></a></p> <p>Today whilst at my computer I heard a car pull up, my eldest son had bought a new car and had driven up to see me. His first car.</p> <p>we decided to go and see my other son and all sat in a semi circle around the new baby George (my new grandson) George was having his bottle and after finishing sat up and stared at our faces, he started to smile. We were all facinated at his small features. my eldest gransdon held him in his arms a little nervous at first but he was obviously delighted at holding such a small baby. </p> <p>my son has a yorkshire terrier called oscar its a lovey tempered little dog, he looked a little bedraggled as he had been to a new grooming parlour and they had cut his hair too short. He looked rather odd, like he had escaped from prison or something similar.<br> oscar nestled up to me wanting a hug, he probably felt a lttle left out because everyones attention was on baby George.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/05/grandson-6898830/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>grandsonfamilydogshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/05/grandson-6898830/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/bad-weather-6884187/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-03:/2009/09/03/bad-weather-6884187/Thu, 03 Sep 2009 16:36:42 +0200 <p>My son split his garden plants yesterday and gave me half of each one, my garden is dreadfully lacking in plants and is just basically a large L shape of grass.</p> <p>We have had constant rain here all week and yesterday was bad, I managed to put a few plants in but not all of them yesterday, included in my prizes was a large holly bush which looked really good, its already 6 ft tall.</p> <p>This morning the garden was flooded the holly bush was under about a foot of water, I’m not sure to leave it where it is and hope it drains away or move it.</p> <p>I managed to get the rest of the plants in but it was very muddy. I ended up running in to answer the phone and had got mud everywhere.</p> <p>I wish this rain would stop, the wind is howling at night and everything is blown over some plants were uprooted.</p> <p>It only seems to be the north that’s getting the bad weather!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/bad-weather-6884187/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>gardeningweatherplantshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/bad-weather-6884187/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/colours-6882565/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-09-03:/2009/09/03/colours-6882565/Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:09:06 +0200 <p>I was thinking today of how colour can make you happy or sad.<br> I bought a purple jumper last week and when I wore it all day I felt miserable.<br> It just wasn’t a colour I felt comfortable in.</p> <p>I once painted my bedroom in Purple thinking that the white wood on the windows and door it would look quite elegant.</p> <p>The more I painted the more miserable I became, by the time I had finished painting my bedroom strangely had no corners anymore, it had become almost circular, it must have been the absence of light. As I lay to sleep it felt like the walls were closing in on me!</p> <p>In the morning I re painted the room pink and white and its lovely!</p> <p>I think pink is my colour, Whenever I wear it I feel so uplifted.</p> <p>I wonder if colour affects other people the same way.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/colours-6882565/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>coloursmoodpaintinghttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/colours-6882565/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/28/visitors-6839157/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-08-28:/2009/08/28/visitors-6839157/Fri, 28 Aug 2009 08:50:14 +0200 <p>Today I have finished the antibiotics and feel a lot better.</p> <p>Yesterday I felt dreadful and spent the afternoon in bed. I heard a knock at the door and as I wasn’t expecting anyone I jumped out of bed hurried down the stairs and slipped banging my head on the cupboard in the hallway.</p> <p>Two unknown ladies were standing there with a look of religious rapture on their faces.<br> I stood in the doorway rubbing my head, trying to take in what they were saying…what did I think about Christianity one of the women asked? I was rubbing my head even more and managed to stammer the inspirational words “I don’t know”</p> <p>I think she could see I was pretty ill, but she kept on talking. I didn’t want to be unkind, and eventually due to my lack of response and head rubbing she said she would call again another time.</p> <p>I went back to bed and drifted in and out of sleep all day….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/28/visitors-6839157/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>visitorshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/28/visitors-6839157/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/27/the-interview-6831815/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-08-27:/2009/08/27/the-interview-6831815/Thu, 27 Aug 2009 08:50:45 +0200 <p>Yesterday dosed up on antibiotics I had an interview, It was as an administrator in a rest home.<br> I set off an hour and a half early. It was raining and gloomy, I felt like sleeping as the bus trundled along, eventually I got off at the bus stop and had a massive walk up a hill in the rain with my legs feeling like jelly from my chest infection.</p> <p>I found the rest home it was in an isolated place and looked like the hotel from Psycho.<br> I was too weak to feel my usual panic and trundled in.</p> <p>A young girl led me to a strange room with a banana shaped desk, there were chairs that looked like Louis the fourteenth had sat on them all covered with a plastic sheet.</p> <p>She left me sitting for about half an hour. Beyond the doors and corridors I heard someone screaming, “Let me out” the banging got worse and it was behind me. I wondered if this was some sort of “test” but decided to stay put.</p> <p>After a while I was taken to a small office and did a typing test.</p> <p>After being tested for an hour I tried to make my way out but apparently all the residents were trying to escape and I couldn’t get through the door.</p> <p>The girl that interviewed me said there would be a second interview if my tests were ok.</p> <p>Going home on the bus I decided it may be too far for me to travel, I was proud or myself for attending when I felt so ill, that night I kept having nightmares that I was working there and it was me screaming let me out…</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/27/the-interview-6831815/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>interviewjobhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/27/the-interview-6831815/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/26/messy-bedroom-6824118/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-08-26:/2009/08/26/messy-bedroom-6824118/Wed, 26 Aug 2009 09:00:59 +0200 <p>Because I was miserable last week I decided that the house was too tidy, it looked like no one lived in it (except me) so I messed up my bedroom to create a feeling of "living" I have to say it seemed cosy with books on the floor and shoes everywhere...</p> <p>I feel better now and duly cleaned the bedroom last night.</p> <p>It made me think about those programs like "how clean is your house" where they go in and move a mountain of debris from the floors of some wretched person. I think the people must fill the rooms with stuff so they don't notice they are alone. </p> <p>I did enjoy my messy week but it really stops creativity and it hurts when you stand on a shoe in your bare feet.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/26/messy-bedroom-6824118/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>bedroommessyhttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/26/messy-bedroom-6824118/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/irish-jig-6741360/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-08-17:/2009/08/17/irish-jig-6741360/Mon, 17 Aug 2009 07:31:18 +0200 <p>I went looking around the car boot sale yesterday for some trees. I really need to block out my noisy neighbours and the trees will represent some hope that I can achieve that.</p> <p>At the car boot sale some trees were £1 but they grew to enormous heights. I decided on an Indian bean tree persuaded in the end by a picture of the tree magnificently adorned with white flowers. I planted the tree in the garden near the fence. It looked so tiny. I realised that it’s going to take about 20 years to get to full height. Looking at its tiny stalk I resolved to save up and buy some bigger trees in the future.</p> <p>I spent the rest of the day altering the wedding photos in Photoshop. In the evening my friends were going to an Irish night at a hotel on the sea front. I went along and the hotel was very beautiful, Edwardian and situated in a small harbour. On entering it was like being on the ship “Titanic” beautiful lights lit up each corner of the room and from the window we could see the sea and the lights of the boats fading into the distance. </p> <p>An Irish band came in and started to play, a five-piece band with pipes, they were very good. The only sad thing was that we were the only people in the place. It seems strange that it’s the height of the summer season and there was no one about.</p> <p>All in all it was a good night, I did feel like doing an Irish jig after a couple of drinks but managed to restrain myself. I slept really well…it must be the sea air </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/irish-jig-6741360/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>jigirish-bandtreeshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/irish-jig-6741360/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/06/wedding-in-prague-6662698/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-08-06:/2009/08/06/wedding-in-prague-6662698/Thu, 06 Aug 2009 10:42:19 +0200 <p>I am now back from my epic journey to Prague. My initial fear of flying was dispersed as I realised the plane windows were small, I think I had had visions of falling out! I kept my sunglasses on and did not look up from my magazine.<br> It really was a beautiful place. I got sun burnt the first day and ended up with a bright red face, despite using my sun block, I must have very fair skin.</p> <p>The wedding was in a very ancient Town Hall, Inside it was beautiful, old red chairs adorned each room. we stood at the side of the the chairs and Lisa went to the front, her new husband looked at her adoringly and I started to cry. It was a very moving ceremony, read first by the official and then translated into english. There was beautiful words like " remember your parents and be grateful to them for making you the person you are" and if you are priveledged enough to have children teach them to love. my daughter turned around and saw me crying and she started to cry too, telling me to stop blubbing!</p> <p>The meal afterwards was in a restaurant that turned out to be a brewery. They gave us a tour of the brewery for free, we peered into the vast vats of cappuchino like brew and took photos, it seemed an odd place for wedding guests with high heeled shoes</p> <p>After the meal we found an old festival had started at the town hall, people were dressed in old clothes and were throwing each other out of the windows, Lisa slightly tipsy joined in, as she was dressed in a long dress and tiara the people thought she was part of the show. she ended up buying a crossbow and playfully firing it, as we walked through the streets people waved and said congratulations.</p> <p>we went home worn out... the wedding had lasted all day. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/06/wedding-in-prague-6662698/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>weddingpraguehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/08/06/wedding-in-prague-6662698/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/25/teeth-and-stress-6588046/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-07-25:/2009/07/25/teeth-and-stress-6588046/Sat, 25 Jul 2009 22:39:10 +0200 <p>This week I have been getting ready for my trip to Prague. </p> <p>my tooth crumbled on a piece of chocolate and I went to the dentist, he patched it up saying that he didn't have time to fix it. The next day another tooth crumbled at the other side, I returned to the dentist and again he couldn't find time to fix that...</p> <p>I have bought a do it yourself dental kit and have it in my suitcase in case it needs a refill...I just hope I can mix it right. It cost £8 maybe I should have bought two! (I didn't know they sold these kits perhaps its similar to filling holes in walls)</p> <p>In the meantime all my food has to be chopped up really small...it does hurt! I will be glad to get home and have the teeth properly fixed. If I had my teeth done privately I suppose he would have found time to fix them. It sucks! <img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/25/teeth-and-stress-6588046/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>teethdentistpraguehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/25/teeth-and-stress-6588046/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/21/telephone-6561818/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-07-21:/2009/07/21/telephone-6561818/Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:54:35 +0200 <p>My phone line went funny on friday evening and my internet was cut off. I had someone elses phone number and for some strange reason kept getting calls for them.<br> I guess that's why my broadband went off.<br> I phoned BT several times and was held in a call queue for half an hour at a time. The phone is now back to its proper number but my internet will be off until thursday.<br> How awful it is to be without the internet... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/21/telephone-6561818/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>internetphonehttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/21/telephone-6561818/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/05/paintings-6454580/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-07-05:/2009/07/05/paintings-6454580/Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:48:19 +0200 <p>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. </p> <p>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.</p> <p>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. </p> <p>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.</p> <p>Its a good start to the week.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/05/paintings-6454580/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>artpaintingshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/05/paintings-6454580/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/04/watching-films-6447133/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-07-04:/2009/07/04/watching-films-6447133/Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:20:18 +0200 <p>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.</p> <p>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...</p> <p>I hate to say it but my favourites were Shirley Temple films...LOL</p> <p>I see Tarzan films are a hit..so can anyone remember any old films they enjoyed? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/04/watching-films-6447133/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>filmshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/04/watching-films-6447133/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/01/stormy-weather-6433461/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-07-01:/2009/07/01/stormy-weather-6433461/Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:29:09 +0200 <p>Last night was a huge thunderstorm in our area. I was awakened by forked lightning and booming thunder, it resembled a tropical storm.<br> I was aware of my bed being metal and took my feet off the end.</p> <p>I thought for a while about putting my trainers on (rubber soles) but was too sleepy, the storm lasted for hours.</p> <p>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!</p> <p>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. </p> <p>I can't remember the weather ever being this hot in this country.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/01/stormy-weather-6433461/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>babyflyingstormshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/07/01/stormy-weather-6433461/#commentshttp://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/passport-and-baby-6428237/tag:indigoblue.blog.co.uk,2009-06-30:/2009/06/30/passport-and-baby-6428237/Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:06:12 +0200 <p>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...</p> <p>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.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/passport-and-baby-6428237/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://indigoblue.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/passport-and-baby-6428237/#comments