Monday, 29 June 2015

Is what we see real?

Breakfast at the Sandbanks Beach Cafe.
This being the longest day, summertime soltise, the day the weird people gather at Stone Henge to celebrate the Druids and what ever else they do. 6 people detained for drug related offences, a little high always help communication with the Druids, I suppose, having never partaken in that kind of conversation. More a Granny June type experience, she always claimed there were fairies at the bottom of her garden. 
It is 25 years that Susan and I have been together, does not feel that long but then times flys when you having fun. We never really count these type of events, content to just meander on our journey together, but a quarter of a century is worth a small mention.
We were hoping to sit outside but the weather beat us and it was a inside table we picked. Not for long, the sun came out and we found ourselves sitting in the sunshine, admiring the stout Brits with bathing suits, braving the inclement weather.
I must admit to a slight concern I have about my very self. Susan and I were at a do and I happened to see something that concerned me deeply, nasty stuff really, a few very prominent people are in jail for just that. I did need a bit of time to digest what I had seen and also what had transpired a week or two ago. The trigger in fact sets the whole thought process in motion but that seems to be the problem. I believe I did not actually see it. So there lies the quandary. 
Maybe that old expression, 
'Let sleeping dogs lie.'
At my age anything is possible, seeing things is as easy as seeing fairies at the bottom of the of the garden, it just makes me wonder?
Out, out damn thoughts, I banish you to literary abyss. In another story, others will be effected or not, do we care?



Wednesday, 17 June 2015

The prodigal son returns

Tonight I am cooking an industrial Spaghetti Bolognese, Robert is on his way home and Michael has been here a while and we need food in the fridge. Anyway while cooking pasta, I cannot help thinking of Susan driving down the M3, bringing my boys home after his first year at university. I think he is happy to come home, sad to leave what must have been an unbelievable year of study, new friends and independent life.
Back to Susan driving down the M3, almost like Mad Max, except all the other cars are determine to get to the beach first. Enough of the tales of adventure, daring and courage.
I sometimes find when I am lonely I play music really loud, mainly Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture, but as I have my iPod set to shuffle it could be John Denver, Jessie Ware or even Elbow. And then I go up stairs and change into evening wear. 
I have just put Sam's food in his bowl and forgot I had sliced a chilli on the board, had to take a nibble at the Gammon and you know the rest. That dog eats better than me!
Tonight we have Spaghetti Bolognese and as a dear friend of mine once said ' add grated carrots' that is the secret. I hear you, two large carrots, grated finely and added to the timeless dish of mince, tomato and passata.
Took Michael and Dani to the Sandbanks Beach Cafe for a coffee and sometime to eat. Dani has taken on Michael's cold and was not feeling that great but strived on. We had a peaceful, happy time, sitting on the promenade, looking out at the infinite sea. Infinite that is to France. I had a panini with gammon, cheese and tomato, Michael, on the other hand had a huge burger with added cheese. Dani had a sensible panini with mozzarella, pesto and a basket of chips. Such times come rarely and we talked of many things, lifting Dani's spirits and after finishing her food proceeded to have some of Michael's burger. Oh the healing properties of food on the beach. Maybe it is those hard won university years of pot noodles that kept her going, I do believe the years at university will never be beaten by a simple thing like an unfinished burger.
I must say I am laying out my winter cloths for the autumn which is calling me, this summer is already too long. Food cooked I sit outside and enjoy total silence, well the birds are there but I pay them no heed. Time for a blog, battery low!

Friday, 12 June 2015

Breaking News

Breaking news, my Sun Gold tomatoes have just put out flowers, the Garden Delights have also flowered, so have the Money Makers and Alicante. We will be eating one of natures finest fruits this summer. As I said previously, the sweet potatoes are struggling, it is the variety -  Beauregard, but do not despair, the rocket lettuce has flower and they are the most beautiful micro flowers the natural world produced. We're eating salads from the garden and you know it does taste rather good.

I passed out the other day, Pants said he would phone at 6 and I suppose I was holding my breath for too long. Fear not my survival instinct kicked in and I was soon on my feet cooking dinner. Quite right too.
I do feel a bit out of source, as Michael has generously gave me his cold, at my age this can be quite serious. I do remember a few lines written by someone a long time ago.
How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face. ( Not sure who wrote that but worth a think)
The world is our carpet now, the world is a dance floor, remind me how to dance. When I can't move, enjoy the pause, because we are just seconds in a day.
Getting back to the garden, heart ache and hidden secrets will come to test us but the roses are blooming good and flowering as well as the Begonias. It's spring and life could not get any better.


Susan has had a torrid time with people getting hurt at one of the theme parks but they are on the mend, no thanks to the press with all their suggestions and leading questions, all trying to get their moment of glory at someone else's expense. Integrity is in short supply. My mum always said, if anything do no harm. So I say, no I demand that the sleazy phone tappers, ambulance chases press just report the facts. Leave the conclusions to us, we can form our own opinions.