Interesting?

What’s the most interesting local custom you’ve encountered?

Years ago in India, I marvelled at the amazing Hindu customs- they were filled with colour and lights, incense, prayer, flowers, and food.

I think of some of the English ones…. Father Christmas ( when you tell the kids there will be a strange man in the house tonight. But it’s OK, he’s got you some presents) The Tooth Fairy (again, someone will come into your bedroom and even touch your pillow-but that’s okay, they will leave you money) Easter Bunny-chocolate eggs, wearing paper hats whilst you eat your Xmas meal. Burning an effergy of Guy Fawkes on a big bonfire one night.

Then there’s that one where someone leaves the house at midnight New Year’s Eve and walks round to the front door and comes in carrying coal-bringing good fortune and wealth to the household. April Fools Day, where you play a practical joke on someone, when they fall for it, you have to say ‘ April Fool!’- but you have to do it before midday, else you are the fool.

All very lame in comparison to the Hindu way of doing things!

You can’t have it all. Simple as!

If you had to describe your ideal life, what would it look like?

An ideal life? Remaining happy in my own skin. Supremely healthy and financially secure. And I’ll take it from there, thank you, WP.

I am not a victim of domestic abuse, or am I being trafficked. I’m not held prisoner in any shape or form. I’ve access to clean drinking water/sanitation. Not in debt or in jail. My life is my own, and I have complete freedom. I don’t have the exhausting/distressing time of caring for someone 24/7. I have wheels and a roof over my head. I am not an addict, out of control, and reliant on a fix of anything. I haven’t had to flee my home and community due to a war, civil or otherwise. I don’t live in fear in a refugee camp. I have access to free health care and attention. And, of course, this list could go on.

My ideal life would certainly include the best of everything for those I care about. That is a given.

I am missing my Mr Wonderful. Some guy completely gorgeous who loves me for who I am. But I’ve got Patch, and he loves me until he has a moment and wants to gut me like a fish. But you can’t have everything, eh?

Edit. What I would really love is to have my two brothers in my life. Why did I leave that to an edit? Well, you can shield yourself from some things, push them away….but they’ll always come back to haunt you

I’ll be ready when the time comes

Which is the best thing to do in your city?

At this moment in time, we live rural-side, Patch n me. Although I’m city girl and central London does feel like my spiritual home, exploring any city really isn’t up there on my to-do list right now.

I sincerely love cultural attractions, especially in the arts, but for now, I’m still getting to grips with and appreciating the stillness and freedom of retirement.

It’s taking a while, and maybe that’s a reflection on just how long the slog has been? Some folk on retirement want to get out there and do the things life had restricted them from doing? I get that, totally.

But I’m coming from this from the other end. I’ve got the tee shirt and I’ll go with that until the time presents itself that it’s time for change.

Protea

Super

What super power do you wish you had and why?

Aww, WP, I thought you had refreshed our DP’s- but we have certainly had this one before. I remember saying I’d like to be invisible so I could infiltrate dog-fighting rings and take them all down!

A few others have sprung to mind. The ability to predict this Friday’s EuroMillions lottery. That would be useful. Or failing that maybe with a sweep of my hand my house & car would be spotless, inside and out. Because however hard you try to keep things sparkly, there’s always something off.

Being fluent in multiple languages would be very cool. I know a few people I would love to surprise with the ability to speak in their native tongue.

Or maybe I’ll just be content with being photogenic? That’s not too much to ask, is it? But it escapes me every pic.

Should you have read to the end of this post, I thank you. If you are a fellow blogger here I just want to say that I’m not ignoring anyone at the moment. I’ve simply got other stuff to do. I hope to catch up with you all very soon. It will be interesting to read what superpowers you’d enjoy having. 😉 Bye for now

Be careful what you wish for…

So, we were all getting pretty fed-up,  tired and bored with the Daily Prompts being rotated year in year out, right?

The thing is, I only noticed our new sparkly DP list after I had planned today’s entry. They had asked us to list folk we admire. I went on to write down all the Creatives who have inspired me ( plus mentioning anyone who tries to make the world a better place as a given)

I did the list off the top of my head and ended it with a tribute to my old pal Milton, who has raised three amazing kids who have grown into spectacularly fabulous adults. She, this lovely friend of mine, has my utmost respect and admiration for doing a cracking job! I couldn’t let this mention go because WP had upped the ante. So I dedicate this post to you, my friend.

When Tony found his voice

What’s a moment you wish you could freeze and live in forever?

Tony came to me a battered and bruised street dog. He was severely malnourished, unsteady on his feet, broken.

He began to heal, his cloudy eyes cleared, and then one day out of the blue, he barked for the first time. Emotional, moi? Yup

Rachel from accounts

Do you vote in political elections?

I do vote, yes, but like many of the British  public we were mortified how quickly it went pear-shaped.

So, our would-be PM was at the top of his game at the CPS. Trustworthy, solid, believable, eh? Wrong! Day one, after being elected, he hands the reins to his Chancellor. She goes on to completely decimate the landscape so many levels.

Stabbed in the back? You bet. Shocked and dismayed, oh yes.

I have a healthy interest in national and international politics..but we are being governed by imbeciles. Where are the grown-ups?

Whom not What

What gives you direction in life?

This old boy in the picture, Patch, gives me direction in life. Simple as. When we get up and when we go out. He chooses where we go and for how long. He decides when we chill. Do I mind my four –legged friend leading the way, every day, like this? Nah. Not a bit. I would be lost without him.