you know something?
There are days when you want to put the world to right and somehow something comes along and tells you to forget it.
Not in a loud way but very subtle.
The other day, I was going to let rip about something in my next blog, which would have been this one, and I mentioned it to Rehab in an e-mail.
Rehab told me the situation with him and his carers training, which is looking good and then I got a lovely comment from Susannas and before I knew it BOOM.
All the stress floated away.
It is good to have online friends and today I got an online friends day message from my neice in Canada.
It is lovely with bouquets of flowers, so I have forwarded them to Susannas and to Rehab for his mum.
I also got an e-mail from my neice to do with a quiz.
it was all a bit of fun and was to do with what film star you would like to be.
You do a 10 question quiz and then you add up all the points and i amassed 42 points so that makes me like Grace Kelly.
My neice was Debbie Reynolds.
Like I say, it is a wee bit of fun and makes you think a bit too.
Mothers day on Sunday was lovely.
My son gave me Dallas season 1 and 2 which means a lot to me.
It was weird watching the first episode again, gave me goosebumps, especially when i could rattle off the characters blind folded.
My daughter treated us to dinner out which i thoroughly enjoyed.
My grandaughter(with a little help from mummy) gave me a beautiful card, which is standing right in front of me on top of my printer and says'happy mothers day to a very special grandma' aaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
but what is so special is that when you open it up, my grandaughter is recorded singing' grandma i love you, grandma i do, even though you're far away, i think of you', in the most heartwrenching angelic childs voice, ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS.
I still have that record in my collection too.
This is one card that will never get thrown out believe me.
Mummy bought one of those boxed mug and painting sets for my grandaughter to give to me.
So now I have a special mug that sits in pride of place and will never be used.
Why?
Because my wee Nevie has hand painted it personally with her own design and it is unbelievable how good it looks for a 6year old to have done.
mummy wrote I LOVE NAN but the rest is the handiwork of my beautiful grandaughter of whom I am very proud.
You know what?
I was going to write something totally weird that had happened to me yesterday but have got totally carried away with something else.
Never mind, will probably mention it in my next blog.
Cheers
Lorna

I have dedicated this blog to my dear late mum, Elsie May, for Mothers Day on Sunday.
The first poem was one I wrote at the beginning because I missed her and still do and this reminds me of the hospital visit before she died that night.
The second one epitomisis what everyones mum is but my mum to me is exactly that, A mum in a Million and always will be.
The third one was what I had written recently.
This is my mum coming back and leaving me with a kiss.
It breaks my heart that I do not have my mum here with me on Mothers Day every year.
People do not realise how fortunate they are if they have a mum to spoil.
Give your mum the biggest hug, look after her, as she looked after you.
I pray that my mum is looking over me right now and can see this because if she can then I will tell her right this minute' I love you mum and I took you so much for granted, it is only now that when you are not here, that it hurts so much. You are never out of my thoughts and thank you for being my mum'
I know that I am a mother and grandmother in my own right, but the bond between a mother and child can never be broken, even after death. It is unbreakable and lives on eternally forever more.
Lorna

I am really glad to see PJ back.
Her blog has really made me feel good.
It is so inspiring and chirpy and has a feelgood feel to it.
Maybe this is the beginning of others contributing too, who knows.
Anyway!
I was all fired up earlier on today.
All this stuff in the news is really getting me wanting to say lots about the situation with the state this country is in, so here goes.
We have an election coming up here in May.
What do we have before it?
A series of debates with the main three leaders of the main three political parties.
Why?
So they can answer our questions before we vote for our choice.
That is it in plain english.
Now we get down to the nitty gritty bit.
There are no Scottish Venues.
That's right, NO SCOTTISH VENUES, for people in Scotland to attend.
Just 3 places in England.
How fair is that.
So all we can do, is watch on television and maybe even (if we are exceptionally lucky) manage to get a question through by e-mail or phone.
I am no mathematician, but what are the odds of that happening to anyone here in Scotland?
At the last count, I seem to remember there was at least 1 other main party who should have the right to be at that debate.
Of course it has to be SNP.
Why not.
After all, it was voted in at the last election to look after the affairs of Scotland.
Even has a First Minister, Alex Salmond.
Yet these numpties in Westminster have taken it upon themselves to decide they want to play a different game without any outsiders joining in.
How childish is that.
Running scared, no doubt.
Just to compound it all, I repeat what I said before, Scotland has no venue for a debate so that looks as if we will not have the pleasure of Mr Brown,Mr Clegg or Mr Cameron turning up to find out what WE IN SCOTLAND PERSONALLY WANT OR THINK.
Do you know what.
I am so angry at the way we are being treated here in Scotland, I really am.
So maybe, somehow I will gatecrash one of the venues in good old England and have my say.
Anyone able to help.
All offers gratefully received.
Would love to be down there at one of them, it's not so much fun sitting watching folk on television when it would be more interesting being close up and seeing their reaction and watching them squirm.
Anyway, got to go
Cheers
Lorna

hi
really shocked about the sudden death of Kristian Digby.
He was such a likeable person on the shows in the morning.
Such a loss and so young too.
Got something to say that happened today.
I was folding up my washing in the kitchen earlier on.
When i had finished, i stepped over to the front of the washing machine next to my sink.
My husband had just come in the back door minutes before.
I moaned to my husband that I was not feeling very great with this sore neck and throat business that I have had since the weekend. In fact I was very grouchy with him previous to this amazing thing that occurred.
Looking down at the floor, without my glasses on, I noticed something that looked like white fluff.
Curious I bent down to pick it up and screwed my eyes to see if it was what I thought it was.
Putting on my glasses, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
It was only a perfectly formed pure white baby feather.
How did it get there, I wondered.
Yes it could have came off the washing, but I always turn the washing inside out and give it a shake before i bring it in.(this is because i got caught out one summer with a rogue bumble bee stuck in my washing.)
My husband may have brought it in somehow.
But I don't care what anyone says, It is my guardian angel listening to me moaning and helping me.
To me it is a sign, big time and I don't care if folk think i am crazy because i bet i am not the only one who thinks like this am I?
Well just thought i would share that little bit of inspiration with you's all and wish everyone a great time.
cheers
lorna

It says that it is 22 hours since my last blog.
Just had to do this one.
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Found what I was looking for.
Believe me, it wasn't easy.
Tucked away somewhere no one would have guessed, even me.
Only found other things to look at though.
Why is it when you rake about looking for something, you go and slow yourself down by reading all the stuff you have never seen for donkeys years.
That happened a lot with me.
Got bogged down reading lots of stuff in my search.
Just had to tell you this one.
My old primary school record book was begging to be looked at.
Now given that it is 51 years since I started in primary one(help ma boab) that is ancient!
Anyway, where was I.
Oh yes, the many times over the years I have looked at it, I only noticed today, when I started school.
I always believed, because I had a May birthday, that I started school when I was 5years and 3months.
No, according to my record book, I started in April 1959 in Primary 1B up till July 1959.
Then from August, I went into Primary 1A.
Weird that on 2 points.
Why did I go till July and not June.
Why go in at easter and not wait till August.
Seems to me that you are just getting the knack of things when you have to break off.and then go through the whole rigmarole again after the break.
It was just something I hadn't noticed before until today.
Weird or what.
I also came across a really silly poem from away back, goodness knows how many years.
I aim to rewrite it, I can assure you's.
But here is the original, warts and all.
THE LONG SUFFERING HOUSEWIFE, NEE MOTHER AND GENERAL DOGSBODY.

Softly falling, snowflakes lying,
Soon to cover all the ground,
Falling through the icy night sky,
Never making any sound.
Small droplets first, and then the snow,
Begins to overshadow all,
The landscape and beyond the sky,
We do not know the reason why.
It disappears to nothing soon,
The snow melts very fast
A disappointment to the kids
'Aw Maw' they shout' It didnie last'
But never mind, the night is long,
The clouds are thickening fast.
And yes, the snow is back again
(And then the kids all shout out loud.)
'Aw Maw but will it last'
'Ah dinnie ken' t'was heard tae say,
'But make the maist o' whit there is,
Enjoy whit's lyin' while ye can'.
Cos its always been ma dearest wish,
Tae mac a snowman in the snow,
Tae face the way the wind will blow,
And take in a' the beauty there.
But naw when snows lyin' oan the stair.
So tak yer wellies aff before,
Ye venture cross the kitchen flair,
Cos if ye don't an angry face
Will come oot from the kitchen place,
She'll chase ye till the coo's come hame,
You've only goat yersel tae blame.
Thats it everyone, I'll try to leave it a bit longer next time.
Cheers
Lorna

Hi, me again.
I've been busy rummagging about for some photo today.
You know what it is like.
You turn the place upside down, inside out and over and over.
Usually you get lucky and come across what you are looking for.
But in my case, nope it doesn't work like that.
Although I must admit, I have come across one or two eye openers in my search.
First one was the other day, when I was going through stuff for this elusive photo.
The first thing I took out and opened up, just happened to be my late mothers death certicate.
Now the chance of finding this in such a remote place was obviously going to be nil in normal circumstances.
The reason I mention this is because last year I was trying to give my doctor information about my family medical history.
It was to do with my sister who had the recent heart scare.
I did not have a clue what to say to the doctor and it turns out that I am going to be tested anyway.
This information actually enlightened me on the details I need to back me up when I eventually get called in for tests.
It was so unusual that I found the death certificate under these circumstances that I had not seen for many years and did not know where it was anyway.
Another one for the record was, when I was searching I came across an old newspaper clipping.
It was the last time I sent a letter to Frank Pilkington in the Daily Record.
I explained I was struggling financially and the number 22 kept popping up.
His reply was that big changes in my circumstances were coming soon and the number 22 means power.
What really blew me away was the fact that the paper was dated the 2nd March 2008.
At the time, I was expecting my finances to dramatically improve.
Looking back though, at the date, I can see it all clearly now, what it meant.
My brother from Canada, died in April that year and there was a lot going on with family we had never seen since their childhood.
As in all families, there were problems and that is where the question of power comes in.
I feel, without being too pompous in the circumstances and the way things worked out, that the balance of power swung over to my side and good won the day.
I looked back at another letter to Frank Pilkington on April 22nd,2001 that I had sent.
At this time, I wanted to know which way I should go with my poetry.
Frank said that he was touched by my letter and that Gemini was sometimes a sign of brilliance. He also said that I wanted people to pat me on the back but I should go and acheive my dream.
Well, later that year, I did just that.
It was the year I started Quill my poetry group, to do with the 'Breaking Down Barriers' Millenium Project.
That had been my dream to fulfill for the community, which I completed the following year.
A lot of dreams have been made possible since then I must admit.
I came across my certificate on completion of the MIllenium Project and I still get goosebumps when I read the accompanying letter.
In fact I feel really humble to think that I made a superhuman effort to do this, when I found things really difficult but somehow overcame it and won through.
It is true when people say, if you don't do something you will never know any satisfaction and you will always regret it.
It is always good to take a risk and push yourself that little bit harder.
I did and I have had a decade to look back on and wonder where I got the strength to do it all.
Oh dear I am getting carried away there, but it was looking back at stuff in my search, that made me a wee bit maudlin but proud as well.
Well better go
cheers
lorna

You know what?
I am a wee bit bored at the moment.
Same old same old.
So I am just going to bore the wiggins off everybody by writing a boring story off the top of my head.
Okay here goes guys.
There was a little old lady, not just any old lady, but a boring old lady.
She used to sit at the computer and talk to it day in and day out.
Sometimes she wondered if it would speak back to her, but NAW that's stupid.
Computers don't talk back, or do they?
Of course they don't.
Last thing I heard, the boring old lady was introducing her computer to all her family and friends.
Why?
Just to be really boring? I don't know because she never told me.
So if you hear about a computer going off its head.
HEAD--------------------------------------------------------
Computers don't have heads.
Or do they?
Come on this is getting crazy now.
It's going nowhere.
That is what the boring old lady said to the computer and that was the last time she spoke to it.
Why?
Because it gave up the GHOST!
Computers don't have ghosts do they?
Try telling that to the boring old lady then.
She was the one who told me that.
Or did she?
Or was it the computer I wonder?
Right okay boredom 2 commonsense 1.
The boring old lady wins.
Ta Ra
THE END.
I know guys, just thought I would waffle away in case anyone apart from the woman who puts the bit in the Sunday Mail, was reading this.
If there is anyone else reading this.
Bring your computer along and lets have a boring time together, aye.
Cheers
Lorna

Hi!
Just been looking around the site there and saying hi to everyone.
Even the ones who have not been around for a wee while.
Well, we are a community and it is a nice wee community.
Miss seeing the 'long term ones' like Brown Trousers, Jayne Carmichael, Guy Lyon and Deadlines, Deadlines.
Come on Guys, lets hear from you's all, because your blogs were really interesting way back and I miss them heaps.
To the ones who contribute I would say, thanks for making this site what it is.
A great wee community and still going strong.
Even though we do not get many comments folks, it is the thought that someone is sitting reading our blogs that keep us going aye.
My Goodness, I have reached the 200 mark myself.
This one is 201.
Who would have thought.
I said I could talk for Britain, but it seems for the world as well.
I just love a blether.
I see the wee wifie in the Daily Record is a great wee blether.
She is so down to earth like myself.
A lot of what she talks about is so like my daily routine.
Ordinary but on the go all the time.
I have always said that I would love to write a column like that.
Everything to do with observations of life, things you see in the papers, your everyday life as it happens, it would be a dawdle.
So next time any of you newspapers are looking for a columnist, gie me a call aye.
Even if it is only for a week, it would be my dream come true.
Cheers
Lorna

Hi.
What is it about this time of year?
It is so depressing.
I have made a start to finishing decorating the hall.
Hopefully it will not be too long before it is done.
Just got the wallpaper to go on, ceiling painted and wallpaper painted.
Got all the doors painted today.
It is amazing how therapeutic it can be, brushing paint on doors.
All you need, is to take the first step and hey! you're away.
Athritis goes into hiding, nae kidding.
Lifts your mood too,if you get peace to get on with it of course.
Then, when you get the bit done, you stop, look and get so excited.
'Can't wait to see it all done and finished' you say.
Drives you on to keep going.
Well that is how I feel about it all.
I love starting decorating and seeing how it all turns out.
Sometimes it is a big disappointment, but there is such satisfaction when it all comes together.
60 minute makeover!
you can keep it, I like to do it myself in my own time and own way.
cheers
lorna

Never got round to telling you's all about the weird happening.
I was looking for a word in a dictionary, which I had not looked at for a wee while.
(the dictionary I mean)
I put it back in the bottom shelf of the glass bit of my unit.
Then, without warning a wee bottle of minature whiskey went flying past my eyes, skimming my fringe (i felt the light draught of it) and landed at my feet on the carpet.
I was totally flumoxed!
Why.
Because, my husband maintains it was on a shelf inside the unit.
So does my daughter.
Well if that is the case, why is the top shelf in line with my eyes and the second shelf even lower and how can it possibly be that it could come from up above me, given it skiffed my fringe on the way down, like as if it had fallen from the top of the unit.
Good question.
But even more weirder is the fact that, the unit has a shelf that juts out right below this part, where it fell.
So!
By the law of averages and physics, surely it should have landed on the shelf and not went right past and landed at my feet on the carpet.
I watched it fall all the way down in front of me and I was right up against the edge of the bit that juts out.
It still hit the carpet and missed the jutting out bit.
It is driving me crazy.
It's not the first time this has happened either.
A wee while ago, I was in my bedroom, at the fitted wardrobe sorting some clothes.
A box full of stuff from the top shelf fell down, without warning, right in front of me and landed safely, inches away from my feet.
There was little space for it to fall but it still fell safely out of my section I was standing in.
Double weird!
Although, I must admit that a wee while after the whisky minature fell, I went into the kitchen and looked out of the window.
There was a pure black cat going past my window.
I don't like cats coming into my garden, so I went out to 'shoo' it away.
There is was looking back at me, bold as brass, with its green eyes flashing.
Pure black and flashing green eyes.
It soon scarpered when I 'shooed' it away though.
My sister told me, that I should put the lottery on.
Aye right.
So come on you lot out there, any suggestions(no scary ones) how the minature whisky bottle could fall like it did and not hit the jutting out bit.
cheers
lorna