A no photo's post

 Good morning. It's Monday. I will give crafty club a miss because I have too much to do here. I am going to have to create posts without photos for the time being. My computer filing system is muddled, I can't find anything. I will struggle on trying to sort out the mess. 

Mayze's visit to the vet went well. She has sore ears. Vet David gave her an antibiotic shot, and I have some ear drops to be administered twice a day. She is snoozing by my side as I type, oblivious to the smell of tuna fish wafting by he nose. She will wake shortly and will be ready to tuck into her breakfast. 

I was on the lookout for a door because one of mine on the summerhouse is crumbling, and I need to replace it. It's an internal door and shouldn't have been exposed to the elements anyway. It's done well to last as long as it has. The replacement door was found yesterday leaning up against the hedge of a front garden, as I was driving to town. Oh wow, look at that, just what I need. On the way back I stopped and rang the bell to ask if it was for sale, or is it free. A young lady came to the door and asked her dad. He said, it's free. He said if you come back in an hour I will help you carry it. And so he did. I now have a solid wooden door, which I will set about painting, before I swap them over. Lucky find, eh!

I was chatting to a friend in the village the other day. We cross each others paths occasionally as she walks to the paper shop with her dog. She looks so tired. Her husband, who I have met a few times but not recently, is very poorly. I remember him as a big physically active man who was always busy around the house making improvements. She tells me that I wouldn't recognise him if I saw him now. He had a stroke and cannot leave the house. I feel so sad for her. 

I see quite a lot of people when I am walking around the village. They often stop to chat. I say hello to two friends, ladies of a similar age to me, they walk together every day. In the last week I see that they are not walking together now. One of them is having difficulty walking, she now uses a stick and is hunched over. I asked the other one what happened that they don't walk together now. She said she has hip problems and is waiting for an operation. The friend has been told it will take a year before she is called in to the hospital. The lady still walking has found a new friend to walk with every day. 

Rocky dog who lives across the road, the one that I have been taking for some walks, is now going to the the village green with it's owners. Doggy's dad is recovering from a heart operation and is now able to take him for short walks. So that's good news. Today is a walking day for Billy dog, so I will do that this afternoon. 

Looking around the blogs, I see that John is tackling the subject of anger. I think we all realise that there is a lot of it about. It's hardly surprising when we see that the world is being pushed in a certain direction. We are the sheep and we have to toe the line. Or do we? 

Emotions reach a boiling point, when we are told to accept what plays out in front of us before our very eyes. We now know that whatever we read about, whatever we see on a screen, can be manipulated to mean something completely different. Anger is being used as a weapon to divide us. 

I manage to control my anger. Forcing people to take a treatment that was neither safe and effective, makes me angry. Not paying out enough compensation to those who were injured by the treatment, makes me angry. Arresting people who were told to stay locked in their houses but were outside in parks, makes me angry. Pushing rubbish food that isn't food, makes me angry. Governments printing money which is completely worthless, makes me angry. There is no money, only debt. The self appointed self elected WEF mob who are trashing the earth to get rid of those they can't control, to make way for those that they can control. That makes me angry. 

I mentioned in my feeding the ducks video that I had a conversation at the park with someone I knew of but had never met before. Something sad had happened in the village which we discussed. I was then aware that this woman has a lot of common sense. We then talked about the mess the whole country is in, what started it, and surprise surprise she is fully awake to everything. How refreshing to speak to someone who saw the dangers in the beginning and didn't go along with it. We had a similar mindset and did not have to constantly think about oh, I'd better not say that. She was on her way home, and we parted on a high. I think we both felt liberated that we had been able to express our thoughts knowing there was not going to be frowns and eyes rolling. 

I bury my anger. And now breath. Today is another day and I am still alive. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona