Not a good day!

Today was not a good day.

It started fine, I got up, had a bath, breakfasted and put my glad rags on. Then I went for the bus, having arranged to meet my sister in town for a coffee, as we normally do most Saturdays.

When I arrived at the cafe, she wasn't there, running a bit late, nothing unusual though, as we both do occasionally. I ordered a latte and sat down. It duly arrived and I had a sip or two, but it was a bit hot, so I checked my mobile to see if my sis had sent a text.

That's when I noticed a private FB message from my next door neighbour Sue.  She said that my partner Paul had left his keys inside, so could I come home. So I left my lovely full latte and went to catch the bus home, but not before I sent my sis a text explaining what had happened.

 I felt a little annoyed with him, but not that stressed, but as I stood there I came over dizzy, ears ringing and I nearly passed out, I think I needed the loo badly which may have contributed!  I've had a few of these "funny turns" in the past, had various tests, but nothing found and they have been less frequent, but the one today was quite scary.

I may ring doc next week.

It turned out my sister had left her mobile at home so didn't get my message anyway and sat there waiting for me, though she had noticed the hardly touched latte and wondered who had left it!   

When I arrived home Paul had somehow nobbled the lock and got in the back door. Very burglar proof then!

What a day and a bit of a wasted journey to town, though I did manage to get to Wilkinsons to buy a new cake tin before it all kicked off, so to speak.  Big Deal !

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR! A short story by Ann Wilson

This story is unfinished, still in progress, any comments appreciated!  

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

Sometimes what you wish for isn't always the best thing for you, but of course, I had to learn this the hard way..

I had woken up after the long operation, feeling groggy, which was to be expected. The consultant had come to see me, explaining that the pancreatic cancer that had eventually raged through my whole body, was gone and that I was a new woman, completely cured. Apparently I was a PHENOMENON!

After a few days I started to feel better and felt quite ecstatic. I could start living again as I was only forty and raring to go! The doctors had warned me that it would be difficult for me, given the circumstances, but I wasn't really listening,

They insisted I see the “shrink” and I reluctantly agreed. She explained the situation, but I was on such a high, it didn't sink in at all.

"“Look"  I said “" I just want to see my kids"

“"Well, they're not exactly kids now, are they Mrs Danson, you must realize this?"

Her words at the time just went over the top of my head; as I said, I was on a high and nothing at that time could change my mood.

The docs had warned me that the press would be clamouring for my story and this could be a real problem for me and the family. I just brushed their concerns aside at the time, thinking I could cope with anything. I felt so well, I was invincible!

After a few days the decision was made to let me see my kids. My consultant Mr De Sousa, had given the go-ahead after much deliberation with his other colleagues.

The two elderly gents, probably in their seventies, I reckoned, stood by my bed staring at me. At the time I was sitting in one of the chairs. I thought they looked a bit freaked out and with good reason. I was too.

These were my sons.

I was the only survivor in the cryogenic ward Nobody else had survived the operations. It was my choice at the time to be part of this experiment. I had lain frozen for over 60 years until they had found a cure for the awful type of cancer that I had suffered from. Apparently I had grandchildren older than myself. It's very hard to get your head around this sort of information. I'm regarded by most people as a freak, a Frankenstein's monster!

"My boys" could not cope with it, so I don't see them. I don't blame them.  I've never met my grandchildren. I'm told they don't want to know, as it would be too hard for them and probably make them go crazy, A grandmother younger than themselves is hard to take!

I've had to change my name and move abroad to try and start a new life, as the constant hounding by the press was driving me mad. I feel so let down and rejected.

I wish I could turn back the clock. Living like this, in this strange unfamiliar world, is absolute hell, with its high tech gadgets that I can't get my head around. 

It's so hard to make new friends when you have to invent a whole new past.

Be careful what you wish for!

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LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

I knew a snobby woman called Dinah
who was cultured and couldn't be finer.
But she lost all her dosh,
and now she's not posh.
she's a waitress who works in a diner!



No offence to diners, Dinah's or waitresses everywhere, it just rhymes!

LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

I knew of a young girl called Doris

who had a twin brother named Maurice.

She dumped all her dresses,

cut off her long tresses.

Now it's hard to tell Doris from Maurice!

LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

There was a young lady from Dover
who romped with her man in the clover.
She had feasted on prunes,
so great were the fumes
when she blew off, the romance was over!

LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

There was an old lady with gout,
who scoffed lots of prunes with some stout.
She felt rather ill, despite taking a pill.
Now she knows what goes in, must come out!

LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

There once was a lady from Ealing,
who noticed the paintwork was peeling.
But she tripped on the mat
and splattered her cat,
With the paint that was meant for the ceiling!

At Buckingham Palace. Random snapshot!

State Rooms tour and London Trip.

We left Bedford yesterday about 9 45am and arrived in London about an hour later, then got the underground to Green Park.  When we arrived it was the changing of the guard, but I didn't see much and couldn't take any snaps as it was too crowded with people pushing and shoving. Mostly foreign tourists taking pics with smartphones, tablets etc.  I don't like crowds very much and we did get jostled around somewhat. The police were constantly telling people to move on,  We managed to fight our way through the crowds to the entrance to the state rooms eventually.

The first thing was the security, much like an airport I expect where our bags were checked and we walked through an xray thing, glad my knee implants didn't set it off!

The rooms were spectacular I have to say and it was fascinating to see paintings by the likes of Rembrandt and Rubens so close up. I glanced up at the many beautiful crystal chandeliers, especially one huge one and couldn't help thinking of Del Boy and co!!

The staff were all very friendly and helpful, many of them youngsters; it must be a great experience working there, albeit temporarily for most, while the rooms are open to the public. We never made it to the garden tea rooms as it was packed, but went to the lovely gift shop, although a bit pricey, the gifts were of a nice quality, so big spender me, bought a souvenir guide and a fridge magnet.

After our visit we got the tube to Oxford Circus and went to Hamley's toy store, as promised, as my friends each took a granddaughter with them. I'd never been there, so it was an experience and a half, never seen so many assistants, all eager to relieve us of our money. The girls both chose a teddy bear to stuff, clothe and print out a birth certificate. Not cheap, but they seemed to be pleased with their identical bears, both newly christened "Snowy"

After that we walked, somewhat wearily, except the girls of course, to the famous M&M World sweet shop which is dedicated to all things M&M, very colourful and glaringly bright, with a multitude of eager young staff, once again.   It's hard to believe that there are 4 floors devoted to M&M sweet and memorabilia. A sign of the times I expect.

Totally shattered by then, we stumbled on a little more and practically fell into a Kentucky fried chicken outlet, but alas no tea sold there, so had to settle for a cold drink.

Then back to the tube station and off to good old St Pancras station, but not before I absentmindedly put my ticket in a non-functioning machine and had to get a nice young chap to release it. I felt such a twit!  It had been a lovely day but we were all glad to get the train home, as our feet were killing us. The two youngsters, needless to say, were still full of beans.

 Ah, brings back memories of carefree childhood days!      

Buckingham Palace..

I'm going to Buckingham Palace on Sunday to see the Queen, well, not exactly, but you never know, she may have heard I'm coming and put on a cream tea!

Seriously, I'm going with friends, on a tour of the State rooms, which I think will be interesting. We're getting the train Sunday morning and the tickets include travel on the underground and buses in London, so we can make a day of it. Paul will be home on dog sitting duties.

I love going to London, so much fascinating history and places to visit that are steeped in it. I'd love to spend at least a week there, but the cost of a decent hotel would probably be beyond my meagre finances.

Anyway, really looking forward to it and I'll give it my own review when I get back,,

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Me with my friend's daughter Nicki 1970s.

Me with my friend's daughter Nicki in the 1970s in Gt Yarmouth.