A is for April Fools

Having signed up for the AtoZChallenge I have done absolutely nothing to get organsied for it. I have done as much as I have towards transforming this Jelly Baby into something a bit more firm and shapely. With my body shape, that is likely to be a pear drop. (Sorry to my American readers who have probably no idea what I am talking about)

Instead this morning I was out at 9 am helping my local Rotary club to clean the beach of litter, in preparation for the Summer season. Here’s a little youtube video that I put together as part of my Couch Potato identity.

Tomorrow is Sunday, a rest day from the AtoZChallenge so a day to get my act together. See you on Monday for B.


Secrets and Turmoil

Period Costume Drama Versailles Pilgrims ProgressI happily admit that I am a bit of a costume period drama addict, and the most recent 1 that I am catching up on is Versailles, the story of the Sun King Louis XIV of France, the BBCs latest. It has been on about 5 weeks now, but I always seem to miss it when it is on the Beeb, and I am  watching it on catch-up. I am on episode 2. Episode 1 ends with the Queen giving birth to her second child, a girl, who also happens to be, lets just say, not the same skin tone as the King. And here, for me, the problem starts, although there was obviously problems in the royal marriage of at least 9 months gestation.

In the second episode, we see a funeral, a pretence, a show, to everyone around the court and the country and to it’s neighbours, the Dutch, that there has been another story, the story of a still-birth. Most of the court is unaware of what has happened, they are grieving the death of the Royal Princess, unknowing that the child is alive and well, and being nursed by a blind wet-nurse.

How many times in our lives does something happen that we did not want to happen, and then we invent stories to cover up the truth?

When I attended my Mother’s funeral, the lies that she had told to her friends began to become  much clearer to me. The reason that she had kept me at arms length at events that I would have liked to have been invited to, became much clearer. She had lied about my life, she had lied about who my father was, she had told stories to those around her, and she had to keep the pretence up.

There is a line in the 2nd episode, it goes “Don’t you understand how rumours start? Silence only fuels the fire” If people are not told the truth, then they make up their own.

I find myself watching Versailles and thinking about the political turmoil in the current situation in the UK and the EU. History really doesn’t change that much. Costume does, but not the human story behind it, the power, the way women have used their charm and beauty to get what they want, the power hungry men (and women) and the death and destruction that powerful people leave in their wake.

Take a Grain of Sand and put it in a Mollusc

How many people are there in your life who irritate you? Well did you know it takes just 1 grain of sand to make a pearl?

The grain of sand gets in the shell of a mollusc, usually a clam and irritates it. As a defence the mollusc produces a substance which, when hard, produces the pearl. Layer upon layer of iradescent substance called nacre. So when someone is making you feel irritable just remember this, they are but a grain of sand sent into your life, to  make you into a precious pearl.

Blessings Joy

South, a Point on the Compass

South is just a place in geography that is “down” from where you are, right? When I moved to Scotland 9 years ago, I moved North of the Border. Now I live here, it fascinates me to hear that Scot’s people do not refer to that place South of the border by it’s name. The name E.n.g.l.a.n.d. cannot cross their lips. No matter how many times you try to get them to say it, they keep on saying “South of the Border”. You mean down in England? Yes down South of the Border. I come from Down South, I am a Southerner, unless you are reading this in Australia, and then I become a Northerner. Funny this compass point thing isn’t it?

South Princess Cays Daily Prompt

I wonder what Tim Peake has to say on the matter?

Blessings Joy

Deeds not Words, subtitle: Willing to Sacrifice

On Thursday 5th May 2016 it was polling day here in the UK. Emmeline Pankhurst, more commonly known as Mrs Pankhurst, was the leader of the Women’s Suffrage Movement in the UK, and campaigned for Women’s Rights from 1889 until her death in 1928, and has always been a bit of a heroine of mine. Perhaps that gives my reader a little bit of an insight into who I am. I am not interested in keeping those in authority happy and going along with what they say, if I feel that what they are doing does not have the best interest of the people at heart. I am a rebel, but unlike Emmeline I do try and fight my corner using words, not violence.Got what it Takes

Thursday 5th May 2016 was also the day that I received an email from a so called friend. I will paraphrase:

However, from a personal perspective, I was very disappointed ………………. your actions thereafter, and your continued persistence in trying to lay blame. I feel this has impacted on our friendship, I now feel very uncomfortable and therefore do not wish to enter into any further discussion.

What had I done to deserve this? Well I had pointed out to a Committee that the handing over of personal information to a third party, without the people concerned checking their personal data and agreeing that it was correct, was in fact, not good practice. I had in mind the interest of the 100 or so members of the group, I was not concerend about upsetting the Committee. Sound familiar?

Was I trying to blame someone? No I was asking that “someone” to take the Responsibilty of their actions. I have a sneaking suspicion of who that person might be, but the Committee were closing ranks.

“I feel that this has impacted on our friendship”

Wow now let me reflect on that!

I have known this person for about a year. I have discussed personal issues with her once or twice, but felt that our relationship was more of a friendly-business one, if there is such a thing. So when I read “it has impacted on our friendship” I was led to reflect on them.

1 My friends are people with whom I can tell the truth, and still remain friends.

2 My friends are people who I can hear the truth from, and still remain friends.

3 My friends might not necessarily agree with my point of view, but we remain friends.

4 I might not agree with my friends point of view, but I tend to agree that my freind is acting morally and ethically right, and it is a difference of opinion that we have, and we remain friends.

In this instance however, I believe that this person has chosen to side with those who abused their power of trust, by releasing my personal information to a third party without my say so. This led to my personal priavte mobile number being publicised on a public website. I do not consider that the act of a friend, do you? Or if they are a friend, they apologise for their part that they played in it, and take responsibilty for it. That I would consider an act of friendship.

The sacrifice of this so-called friendship is not one that I have lost sleep over. The circumstances over the loss of the friendship is one that I am still considering.

Have you ever sacrificed a friend over similar circumstances. Do you have any thoughts over what you have read here? I would embrace any comments or discussion.

Blessings to my friends who have read so far.


PS I have made 1 or 2 small adjustments to make this post eligible for the postaday on Sacrifice, rather than write a complete new one.