I deleted all my entries on this ages ago. I got fed up of the spam and other crap and spent time elsewhere. That got my nerves so I thought I'd go back to writing my thoughts and other rubbish here.

They are not going to be mind blowing thoughts.

I should of kept them really, it would be interesting to have read them. Over two years worth of rubbish. But if I have a clear out, the lot goes.

I called in on lucky_star a couple of weeks ago. I was going past her house and I thought, I'll go and show my face after gawd knows how long. As welcoming as ever.   Rosa showed me the cards she'd made and all the craft equipment. I was mesmerized!  I love looking at painting and craft things. Must be still the kid in me! Give me some fabric, pens, threads or paint and I'm happy. It was nice to see her again. I've got some beads to give her from my jewellery kit that I can't use (too tiny)!

I've been thinking how a serious illness changes your prospective on life and people in general. It certainly makes you think about the things and issues that arn't really important.... And those that are. Why worry if you're house gets dusty, the dust can wait. Why worry about the stupid insults and issues that people seem to get a kick out of. They are not important. Be a little bit selfish for once and think about yourself. You never know when you'll be gone or those you love. The more and more I read of "when i get old I shall wear purple" , the more true it is. Not that I'm old.

 I'll never be old.

Warning.

By Jenny Joseph.

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

 

Hi Sharon. It was so nice to see you again.I am pleased that you found the time to revive your journal too as its an easy way to keep in touch.
Hubby is away at the moment so i am free as a bird if you want to call in and give me those beads i will happily take them off your hands
I love that verse and when i am old i will also wear purple with a bit of shocking pink thrown in
I'll never be old though.

Welcome back!

That is one of my favorite poems (she says sitting at her desk wearing brown slacks, lime green shrit and bright pink Corcs )