Nose is dripping eyes are red.
Throat is sore, pain in head.
Bones all aching, feel like death.
Chest is hurting, taking breath.
Cannot sleep, now nose is blocked.
Paracetamol, aspirins, all well stocked.
Sleep, just sleep is what I crave.
But this bug has got me, I'm it's slave.
It's holding me, won't let me be.
Must wait a week to be set free?
Until then, it's sniffs and snot.
A bloody cold is what I've got!
My holiday at The Ardgartan Hotel in Argyll and Bute, with Lochs and Glens was wonderful. I would recommend them to you all, as the best value for money coach holiday. The meals were excellent plus the rooms were very spacious. The woodland grounds are very beautiful even in March. I can only imagine how it must look in summer when the trees are in full leaf or in spring when the bluebells are covering the ground.
On our trip to Benmore gardens we saw a few red squirrels, lovely to see them in the flesh! They have an avenue of majestic redwood trees and beautiful rhododendrens, many already in bloom.
Scotland really earns its reputation as being "Bonnie". Just a shame about the litter and a dumped freezer in some of the beauty spots! I expect the strong winds were responsible for some of it though.
Loch Lomond and The Trossachs national park is spectacular. The dining room at the hotel overlooks the beautiful Loch Long with the snow-capped Ben Lomond in the background. I had great views from my hotel room too, lovely to look out on in the early morning - no traffic to be heard, just birdsong.
We only had one bad weather day when we went on our Loch Lomond cruise over to Inverary, a very pretty place with a beautiful waterfall.
We visited Glasgow on the Monday and the sun shone all day. It is a beautiful, historic city and the shops were great as well. The riverside transport museum was fascinating too, with a large collection of vintage trams, buses cars etc, plus reconstructions of how shops would have looked yesteryear. Well worth a visit.
Naturally I came home armed with shortbread and a haggis from Moffat's, on our return journey.
Paul would be pleased I made it this time ❤
These are my thoughts. I don't suffer from depression, but am aware it can happen to anyone.
Rich or poor, it doesn't discriminate.
Black or white, whatever your ethnicity - Gay or straight?
It couldn't care less.
Good looking or average.
Successful or not.
Friendly or friendless.
Outgoing or introvert.
It makes no difference who you are.
Man, woman or child.
That dark cloud of despair, can consume your mind.
It doesn't give a damn.
Yesterday was a good day. I enjoyed my "walk" at the Higgins, although the only walking we did was around the museum, as apparently there has to be 2 volunteers present, presumably for health and safely reasons which is fair enough. The weather was pretty awful too, so we would have got quite wet and wind blown!
I have to admit I have never looked around the museum in all the years I have lived in Bedford, but I found it so interesting. The time went very quickly and we will explore the rest of it on the next inclement day. The sun did eventually come out and a few of us walked to the Bunyan Meeting for a coffee and chatted on various topics - music being one of them - really enjoyed that.
The Bunyan Meeting is a beautiful church. Although I'm not religious, churches do exude a feeling of peace and tranquility. I love that and all the history and beautiful architecture of these wonderful buildings. The coffee was excellent too. My sis would love it in there, though it is quite a distance to walk from the bus station if you are not so able-bodied.
Looking forward to my next walk in a couple of weeks. Let's hope the sun will shine on us.
Another wet and windy forecast today, by the look of that huge conifer ominously swaying in my neighbour's garden..
I'm looking forward to the well being walk tomorrow morning from The Higgins museum, weather willing - let's hope it won't be torrential rain like earlier this am. One of the organisers said they sometimes stay in and look round the museum if weather is bad, so all would not be lost. They seem a pleasant, welcoming bunch.
Last week I got slightly out of breath walking and talking at the same time, not that we were doing a particularly fast pace, but I do tend to rabbit on a bit, when I find someone interesting to talk to. Must get fitter and walk more often, not just on the Friday.
I am thinking about joining a creative writing group. Apparently they do a couple at The Guildhouse. I think The Higgins do one also.
Friends have suggested I send one of my stories to a women's magazine, but I tend not to write "Mills and Boon" type of material. I will think about it though and maybe try and write something romantic. Mine tend to be slightly dark!
I have posted a few on here.
All comments welcome.
We walked in the freedom of fields, holding hands as in days gone by.
Our black and white staffie, so friendly to all, ran happily by our side.
The sun was shining, such a beautiful day. I felt peace and a feeling of well being.
I thought to myself - I will remember this day.
But then I woke up and it was just a lovely dream. We never had a staffie and you are gone, my love.
I miss you so much.
A friend said to me recently that the first thing he would get rid of, if he were ever to be on his own, would be the TV.
I had to disagree. TV has kept me sane, as the awful silence of being on your own, when you have been used to having a loved one to talk with, is very hard to adjust to. More so, if you liked and laughed at the same things - or maybe even disagreeing or getting mad with them from time to time. I miss all this simple communication, something I took for granted.
I will have to let Bradley Walsh and the Chasers know that they have helped me through some dark days and nights, by watching endless episodes, plus repeats of "The Chase"
Forget religion - my TV is my God and saviour - for the time being anyway!
