What does it mean to be a black sheep.
What do you do when you are battered from pillar to post, when people throw stones at you, when people laugh at you because you made a mistake? This has happened to me many times over the years. To kick someone when they are down is becoming the norm, even more so since the Governments plandemic took hold a few years ago. Bullying is a control mechanism for socially inadequate people to bolster their own fragile self esteem. They get off by stamping all over somebody who gets in their way.
If you are subject to extensive bullying I want to offer you some hope. So, in answer to my question, you reject the naysayers, the nasties, and the nit pickers. They don't belong in your life. You pick yourself up, dust yourself down, and keep going. You build an invisible wall around yourself. You have the tools to process what is important in your life. One day their defenses will crumble as they navigate their way through yet another disaster. My navigation skills have seen me thrive and survive so far, and they will continue to do so right to the end.
And now I will add some photo's to this post. These I took yesterday at Doddington Hall, around the garden.
I would never pull someone to pieces if they made a mistake. I would never criticise and pick fault with someone who had different ideas to me. I would never bully someone I didn't like. Those who come on here verbally abusing me over and over again, you mean nothing to me. Smirk, gloat, poke fun at me, all you like. I don't care.
GHANDI :
Catch you later. ilona
Hundreds of people have had their community completely obliterated. Their whole life washed away, they have nothing left. Those who survived are looking for lost love ones, who will probably never be found.
It is heartbreaking to watch someone drag a body out of the water, perhaps a family member, and attempt to resuscitate them. They try and rescue their animals, when most of their village has been swept away.
Now we have the situation that thousands of people need help, but what do we do. We invite thousands of economic migrants onto our land and give them everything they want. All in the name of diversity and whatever fancy name they call it.
I would like to see them all sent back to where they came from. And all the money saved, to be spent on those who have lost all their possessions and desperately need help.
The world is topsyturvy. The greedy grabbing richest people who already own most of everything, want even more. They make me sick.
Try and enjoy your Friday, have a good weekend. Toodle pip. ilona
No matter what the nasties throw at me, all I am trying to do is pass on news. 12000 people are reported missing.
The aftermath. Another news report. Identifying bodies washed up along the river.
Another journalist sends in her report. My heart is breaking for them. 😭
I thought I might have a trip out somewhere today. The morning was a bit cool and overcast but never mind. It might brighten up later on. I needed to go to the Post Office in the next village to tax my car. Our pop up PO doesn't have the facilities to do that. I see the cost has crept up again, now £200 for the year.
Then I called in at my garage. A warning light has come on, on the dash board. The man said, that's not a problem, you can still drive it. It's a busy garage, very popular locally, so the car is booked in for a diagnostics test in a weeks time.
Then I went to the Farm Shop. They have been closed over the summer holidays, but are now open once again. The shelves are well stocked up and everything looks very tempting. I selected a few items I needed, preserves, honey, curds, bananas, eggs, mushrooms, and posh biscuits. £45 spent but worth it.
On my way home the heavens opened and it hammered it down. I was stranded in my car when I got home so sat and listened to the radio as I waited for it to stop. Just as well I decided not to have a day out.
I spent the rest of the afternoon sewing. The picture is nearer completion.
Thinking about Cro's post about a paper bag which had instructions on how to open it, I came across this Kitkat bar with instructions on how to unwrap it. Good grief, how bonkers is that.
Start the day with a hearty breakfast. That's after the first coffee of course. Easy way to make breakfast, make two portions of stir fry the night before. Eat one for dinner. Add an egg to the second portion for breakfast.
Home Office
Wonderful Wednesday.
A new recruit to the Litter Picking Gang. Let me introduce Ginger. We need someone to work closer to ground level, to save all the knee bending and back breaking work. Kitty fits the bill perfectly. Made me smile this morning while eating my left over breakfast. Just add an egg to the stir fry I made yesterday.
Now I'm getting ready to go to the Coffee Morning, which starts at 11am instead of the usual 10 till 12 time slot. We have a Summer Buffet, Bingo, and Raffle to take part in. I must make an effort to get dressed up.
Catch ya later. Toodle pip. ilona
Toodle pip. ilona
A quick post before I go to Crafty Club. We have a new venue to try out this morning. Should be interesting to see how it works. It's local, I can walk there, I just need to be more organised and get there on time.
Have you come across David / Daviana? He is a body builder, he has been married and has a daughter, and likes embracing his feminine side. He is an intact male who has no intention of getting his bits chopped off. He is a straight male who likes dating women. If you listen to what he says, he talks a lot of common sense.
In this video he puts out a message to his haters. How he deals with them. My haters are still around. I wouldn't like to deprive them of their fun.
Catch ya later, Toodle pip. ilona
The nights are drawing in now. Half past eight and it's getting dark. The hedgehog food is out but they don't seem to be eating as much now. Perhaps they are full up, perhaps I don't need to put so much down now. The birds will eat what's left in the morning.
Oscar cat is a sillybilly. He has the choice of three bowls of dry nibbles, yet he goes outside and eats the hedgehog food I put on the lawn. It's the same as the food in his bowls.
Mickey cat is doing well. 20 going on 21, or so I am led to believe from his previous owners. He doesn't go outside very often, he stays upstairs and has his food delivered by his slave. He sleeps a lot.
Mayze gets up late in the mornings, so I can get my coffee first. When she has eaten she wants to go outside. She has a choice of beds up at the Summerhouse, and throughout the day she gets her food delivered.
When it gets to 12 o clock I am thinking about getting my lunch, and deciding what to do in the afternoon. I need to go out, even if it's for a couple of hours. Litter picking fits in well with that. When I have sussed out a grot spot that needs sorting I can go straight there and get on with the job.
Today I did just that. I went back to one of the locations I found on Friday. Two bags filled, with some assorted other bits and bobs, added to my pile awaiting collection from the Council. They will be pleased. 😆😜😁
Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip. ilona
