|What to do with a pencil ! Great art.|
|Great setting of flowers.|
|The leaves fell heavy on the path.|
|I made a clear path with my stick.|
|Who clears our path?|
|Coffee Break Chit-Chat-Blether.|
I popped into the coffee shop with Chris, you know me; I'm Nosey!
There was a lot of staff out for a coffee break and chit-chat. I've never seen a whole office going out together for a coffee? I'm still thinking where they came from?
A lovely bunch of staff first thing in the morning, we should have just jumped in there for a wee blether, but we had to rush for the bus..... "Bye Folks!"
|Alva De Chiro does her talks for Ashgate Hospice.|
|Chairman Tom has always got a great wealth of words for all of us here at the Specialist Stroke Services group.|
|I'm still giggling here! My eyes water; Ooh! My make-up!!!!|
|We loved the stories that she told.|
|THEY SHOULD HAVE ASKED MY HUSBAND
You know this world is complicated, imperfect and oppressed
And it's not hard to feel timid, apprehensive and depressed.
It seems that all around us tides of questions ebb and flow
And people want solutions but they don’t know where to go.
Opinions abound but who is wrong and who is right.
People need a prophet, a diffuser of the light.
Someone they can turn to as the crises rage and swirl.
Someone with the remedy, the wisdom, and the pearl.
Well, they should have asked my ‘usband, he’d have told’em then and there.
His thoughts on immigration, teenage mothers, Tony Blair,
The future of the monarchy, house prices in the south
The wait for hip replacements, BSE and foot and mouth.
Yes, they should have asked my husband he can sort out any mess
He can rejuvenate the railways he can cure the NHS
So any little niggle, anything you want to know
Just run it past my husband, wind him up and let him go.
Congestion on the motorways, free holidays for thugs
The damage to the ozone layer, refugees and drugs.
These may defeat the brain of any politician bloke
But present it to my husband and he’ll solve it at a stroke.
He'll clarify the situation; he will make it crystal clear
You'll feel the glazing of your eyeballs, and the bending of your ear.
Corruption at the top, he’s an authority on that
And the Mafia, Gadafia and Yasser Arafat.
Upon these areas he brings his intellect to shine
In a great compelling voice that’s twice as loud as yours or mine.
I often wonder what it must be like to be so strong,
Infallible, articulate, self-confident …… and wrong.
When it comes to tolerance – he hasn’t got a lot
Joyriders should be guillotined and muggers should be shot.
The sound of his own voice becomes like music to his ears
And he hasn’t got an inkling that he’s boring us to tears.
My friends don’t call so often, they have busy lives I know
But its not everyday you want to hear a windbag suck and blow.
Encyclopaedias, on them we never have to call
Why clutter up the bookshelf when my husband knows it all!
|Alva De Chiro|
|We desiged the cakes.|
|I had to do a taste check..........Just tasting?|
|Julie Wheelhouse, Service Manager; she listens to us all. Brilliant! ThanX.|
|Then the music.|
|She had a busy day........ we'll talk soon.|
|Chairman Tom and wife Jean|
Have I become a camera junkie or a groupie!
Why do I look at things and think......Hmmmmm! I'll go for that! So I just ASK .
I've asked the Mayor, the MP, shop owners and staff, even Street Theatre Performers!
It is fun though but I need it as a divert to keep me away from what is happening in my life.
Am I now a FREEKY EUNIQUEY person who has lost my identity.
I'll think about that now!
The next day the sun was shining and I heard a beautiful voice sing.
I stood there and couldn't move my feet, my body just froze.
It was so lovely I didn't mind being stuck.
He was well and truley swinging with the music, it was fantastic.
If I could, I would have danced.
It's great when you walk through the market in Chesterfield and you usually have an unexpected voice singing, people dancing or even some-one doing the Street Theatre for us all. I alway seem to be having great accidental meetings just now.
I wonder how long this shall last for, Eh!
I said goodbye and walked away, I thought our meeting was complete.
I went towards the Information Centre and suddenly it was:- "Hi; fancy meeting you here!"
These accidental meetings seem to be very often and unexpected, amazing actually!
I'd been out for some more canvases to paint.
Accidental Meetings again.......Spooky Eh!
|Mathew and I decided to remove the glasses for a picture; we're so vain.......!|
It's easy to put a smile on your face, I'm now the perfect actress who hides whats going on inside the body.
I should really get Awards for this acting of mine.
I could even be on the stage as the lady who's life was taken away from herself and she cries perfectly.