Thursday, 31 December 2020
Wednesday, 30 December 2020
Jeez, this is just bonkers going off the scale. The hospitals are at breaking point, full to capacity. Some of them might be pretty busy, but not all of them. Emotive language to ramp up the fear. There are numerous historical reports that the situation at this moment in time mirrors exactly the reported situation in past years. It is flu season, and speaking of flu, has that been completely eradicated, because there is no reporting of winter flu being recorded. It has been wiped out by Covid. Take a look at old newspaper headlines.
Hospitals race to combat toughest ever winter crisis for NHS.
NHS Hospitals facing toughest winter yet say health experts.
NHS Overwhelmed in Britain leaving patients to wait.
Flu and cold weather contributed towards 50,000 excess winter deaths last year.
Numerous other reports, it happens every year. They don't have the staff, the Nightingale Hospitals are being dismantled, a massive waste of money. And they ask us to save the NHS because they, the Governments past and present, have been running it down.
Scare people to death so they are desperate for a vaccine, start jabbing people when it hasn't been properly tested. A vaccine that does not prevent you from catching it, all it does is limit the symptoms. Masks, social distancing, and hand washing is still recommended, and will be the norm for a long time.
ER nurse tests positive for Covid 19, eight days after receiving vaccine. ABC 10 News.
Notes. A more honest perspective. Dr Gary Null Phd.
This post is a follow up to my usual message of, look after yourself because nobody else will. It is better to glean information from many different sources, than to put all your faith into one source. If you follow the long straight road ahead, not taking any diversions, you will eventually fall off the edge.
That's it. All opinions welcome except offensive name calling, and trouble makers looking for a verbal punch up. Trolls will be deleted as usual. I will not be drawn into any discussions. I've said my piece here.
Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip. ilona
Tuesday, 29 December 2020
We were together about 18 months I think. I had a flat and he had a house. He was eleven years older than me and divorced, and had a steady job, two jobs in fact. I met him at work, he worked part time at the same place as I worked full time. He asked me to go for a drink, I made an excuse and said no. Then a day or so later I regretted it and told him I had changed my mind, and hoped it wasn't too late. He said no it wasn't, so I met him for a drink.
I liked him, he was good looking, mature, considerate, honest, and steady. I met his mother. Apparently she was a bit concerned because I was quite a bit younger than her son. I was 20 and he was 31. He treated me well, we went out dancing, on holiday, and were getting on great. He was pleased to see me when I arrived back from holiday.
He loved playing snooker and was very good at it. He belonged to a snooker club and would often win tournaments. I accompanied him on many of these outings to play in other clubs in the area. I was proud to be his girlfriend. Dressing up in fashionable clothes so he would be proud of me.
After a while, his passion for snooker meant that he was playing more often. I still accompanied him but I realised that we weren't doing much else. I was becoming a snooker widow.
Then my attention was diverted by someone else who worked at my place, who just happened to be from my home town. We started chatting and he was a lot of fun. More fun than my boyfriend. He was exciting and spontaneous, would do things on the spur of the moment like lets go a ride out in the car. He had a big car. This was quite appealing to me. Life with the snooker player was becoming a bit too predictable.
There was an overlap by about a month when I went out with both of them. Two timing it was called at the time. It couldn't go on, so I gently let my snooker player go, in the best way you can when you finish with someone. I was 20 and didn't want to be tied down. My snooker player proposed to me in the hope that I would stay with him, but it was too late.
I chose the new relationship, it was more fun, exciting, crazy almost. He was crazy, a right Jack the lad type. He had an answer for everything, nothing bothered him. We moved in together in another town. I tried to make it work, we got a flat. A short time later I realised I had made a massive error of judgement. He worked a lot, and went out without me. I also got a job, but I was expected to do all the washing and cleaning, and have his dinner ready for him every night. Make endless cups of tea, then he would get dressed up and go out. I mostly went to bed on my own because he was always late back. I felt as if I had failed, but I knew I had to leave. I found a flatshare with a girl and moved out.
Funny how things turn out, one decision can change everything. I had my life ahead of me, and at 20 I had very little experience of boyfriends. I threw away the love of a kind, older man, and regret hurting him. If I had accepted his proposal I could have been a grandma by now.
Karma caught up with me and I in turn was hurt. It served me right. I have no regrets, it's the way I played it. You win some you lose some.
I hope my snooker player found someone nice to spend his life with. I hope he found happiness with her. I am ok, I hope he is. If he is still around.
Time to go to bed I think. Toodle pip. Catch up soon. ilona
Monday, 28 December 2020
Sunday, 27 December 2020
I keep finding more photo's. I know there are some more in the wardrobe. Must be hundreds of them. I won't be photographing them all like this, too much work, and I don't need electronic copies of personal stuff. This is a test, how many to put in one photo. 16, 25, 30, or 42. I've got enough to paper my walls with them.
Saturday, 26 December 2020
Surprisingly it's not that cold tonight. I've put the gas fire on in the living room, I don't need to put the central heating on.
I'm going to watch some videos now. I was pleased to see that Scott O Connor has put another one out today. He has been quiet for a while. He made the most beautiful piece of wooden artwork. I've just watched Chrome, Vancity Vanlife. He has moved out of the back country and is now in the town because he needs to do some work in his van and needs an internet signal.
Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip. ilona
Friday, 25 December 2020
It was a fabulous sunset which prompted me to go out and take some photo's at 4pm. I stood in the churchyard for a while in the freezing cold.
Thursday, 24 December 2020
It was Christmas Eve twenty years ago. The first Christmas in my new house. It should have been our new house, it wasn't to be. He didn't turn up. I blew him out.
I hope you are having a lovely time wherever you are in the world. Merry Christmas to all my readers. Thank you all for being there. Lots of love, ilona xxx
Wednesday, 23 December 2020
Tuesday, 22 December 2020
It's good news. Khalsa Aid, a UK based Sikh International Humanitarian relief organisation have been out on the M20 today delivering 800 hot meals and bottled water to the stranded truckers. Organised by the Gravesend Sikh community. Their volunteers have travelled from Coventry and Slough, and have been given a police escort to distribute their food. Marvellous effort.
Let's hope they get sorted out tomorrow, and get those trucks rolling again.
I've been out today, will post the pics tomorrow. Toodle pip. ilona
Monday, 21 December 2020
Thank goodness I am not a lorry driver now. I feel very sad to see hundreds of lorries stuck in massive queues and lorry parks in the south east. France have closed their borders. I have just seen that they will be opening them in the next few hours, but it will take a long time to clear the backlog.
There were times when I had to sit and wait to be loaded or unloaded. I have been in and out of docks to collect containers, and waited to get on a boat to cross to Belgium and Holland. I have sat in my cab for hours waiting, sometimes overnight because there was no one to deal with my load until the next day.
I can feel the frustrations of those drivers now trapped in their cabs, hopefully for not too long. They need toilet facilities, they need food and drinks. Some drivers who regularly do distance work will have stocked up on what they need for the journey, But others may not have planned for this and will be running out. I hope that people will come out of their houses nearby and help them out.
My last job. Collecting and delivering containers to and from Immingham Docks. Volvo, very nice truck to drive. Like sitting in an armchair, good views all around.
Saturday, 19 December 2020
Hello. Saturday morning and all is well, could be a nice day. The sun is making an appearance. The cats have been fed, and I have had my first coffee. My new routine is to rush to the bathroom straight after a mug of coffee, to brush my teeth. Coffee stains, as does tea. Can't get to the dentist so the extra cleaning comes into play.
I have spoken to my family, those in Burton upon Trent and those in Nottingham. It is about this time when I drive down to the Midlands to visit them. This year I will not be going. I have no idea what they have been doing this last year, where they have been going, and who they have been mixing with, so common sense will prevail, I will stay put here. I don't much like Christmas anyway, it's just like any other day to me.
I have been doing pretty well at avoiding dodgy situations, and avoiding people in my new life as a semi recluse. I don't want to mess it up now. After all I have had a lot of training at this self imposed single life, relying on my own resources to get myself through the ups and downs which happen from time to time. What is happening now is just another blip. Things can't go back to where we were, life moves forward, there will be more blips to come. In the meantime I carry on with my life in the way I see fit.
In my dreams I will walk in the hills once more.
Time for breakfast. Have a good Saturday. Toodle pip. ilona
Friday, 18 December 2020
Hello. Just a quickie. Sharon asked a question about the walking challenge. Yes, it is 1000 miles in one year. Which breaks down to 2.74 miles a day, or 84 miles a month. Check your own distances. Choose where you walk, choose the times that you walk. Add it all up, and you're good to go. Use whatever means you have to calculate how far you walk. I use bikehike.co.uk. There are other web sites, and phone apps.
If you are not physically able to do those distances you can make up your own challenge, but anyone with no physical difficulties should be able to do it. It's all about getting into a routine, and making your fitness and health a priority.
We start again on January the 1st, Check in day is on the first of every month so we can cheer each other on. It is more than a new years resolution, it is a commitment for the whole year. It is a commitment to look after your health, which is very important right now. You are welcome to join in with us, Sharon.
This web site may be useful. The challenge was started a few years ago by Country Walking Magazine. You can sign up with them if you like, it also has lots of information. Here's the link.
Now I'm going for a walk. Catch ya later. Toodle pip. ilona
I've never had a mango before. It was given to me by Carol, in the bag of veg I get for walking Billy. I have never bought one from a shop. What to do with it? What's inside, pips like a melon, or a stone like a peach? cut it open and have a look. The skin was tough, I sliced through it and was able to peel it back exposing the flesh. Then cut pieces off it with a small knife. There's a large flat stone in the centre. Tastes alright.