What is happening on our website?
I can't access any of the other blogs.
When I go into the Sunday Mail, click on opinion it puts me through to the Daily Record.
I cannot read the other blogs and it is so frustrating.
Can someone please do something about it.
PLEASE.
cheers
Lorna

I cannot believe it is my 36TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TODAY.
36years ago I was 19years old.
I met my husband in July1973, got engaged on October 12th1973 and married on the 9TH NOVEMBER,1973.
People said we were getting married too quick and too young but we proved them wrong big time.
I was so happy I gained so much weight in a short period of time and folk thought I was pregnant and had to get married.
Well I didn't, so there to all the doubters.
It seems so long ago,but I do not feel 55years old.
We said we would grow old together and you know what it is like.
Many couples say the same, but here we are 36years on.
I won't pretend it has been a bed of roses.
We have had and still have lots of problems but we've came through and survived so far.
When I hear about the young soldiers who have been killed at 19and thereabouts, I feel very sad for their parents because I was starting out in married life and now I have 1 son,1daughter and a grandaughter too.
I am so fortunate in a lot of ways.
The same for young people who die young from a terminal illness. It is so sad.
I just thank God that I can look back on a lot, some good some bad but still together.
At the moment I need someone out there who is good and spiritual to help me.
Recently I have had a few near misses and accidents happening and today I fell on black ice. Actually my right leg bent backwards, right up my bottom and believe me I was in agony.
Yesterday, the bus I was travelling in with my grandaughter, had the door smashed in with a passing branch catching the wing mirror.
The noise was horrendous and the glass went flying over me and the grandaughter.
It must have been safety glass otherwise i would have been torn to bits where it landed.
Last Tuesday, me and the grandaughter were held up coming home, by an accident.
3 ambulances, a fire engine and we were stuck in the bus with motorists piling up behind.
Seems that a van had went off the roundabout and landed in trees.
couldn't get the passengers out.
Me and my grandaughter and the rest of the passengers had to go down the motorway to get past and back into where we live.
Panicking by this time because hubby would be frantic wondering where we were.
walked in 30mins late and hubby was out like a light. woke up when we came in.
didn't realise the time.
me! Wrung out with worry.
why do i bother aye.
And the previous week I fell my full length and banged my right knee on the pavement couldn't get up right away.
This is the knee that has been banged about 5 times now.
The one I got the arthritis in.
The one that lets me go up and down step ladders nae bother and paint and decorate but try something simple like walking and BANG.
Goes Awol.
Anyway.
If there is anybody out there who can send me good wishes, good vibes or anything else that will keep the heeby jeebies away from my door. let me know aye.
I am desperate.
Got to go
Thanks for listening.
Remember all you's other bloggers, more blogs mean happy bloggers.
Me included.
Cheers
Lorna

THANK YOU, ALL AT THE SUNDAY MAIL FOR PUTTING US BACK IN OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE ON THE READERS PAGE.
Yes, it is inspiring to see a blog from PJ and the Heart of Scotland logo shining out from the readers page.
Now we need more people to join us don't we?
So all those who have been sitting back and giving up, please write more blogs guys!
To all those members of the public, who read and do not do anything, come join in the fun.
Spill your hearts.
Just say it as it is.
No fancy words(but if you want to there's no harm).
Just lets make this a blogging heaven to be proud of.
I am not going to do a Simon Cowell and threaten to leave the country if it all does not work out but I will be so disapointed believe me.
What makes it for me is the fact that we are in a recession and this is the time when we should all pull together and be there for each other.
Not only that, Christmas is coming up and there should be lots and lots of Christmas spirit around.
So come on all, lets hear it from you's big time.
Lets entertain and surprise the big chiefs at the Sunday Mail with our super dooper, exciting upgraded, overcrowded blogging heaven.
What have we to lose?
I am up for it, as I hope all those folks who look in.
JOIN US.
GIVE IT A GO
WE ARE A FRIENDLY BUNCH.
Got to go.
Cheeriebye.
Lorna

My sister is out of hospital.
She came out today.
Very sudden but relieved to know I can contact her now.
Sent an e-mail and will phone her tomorrow, all being well.
This has definitely been a wake up call for me and I do not intend to take her for granted anymore.
Can't wait to talk to her.
I sent her an attachment to let her know how much she means to me.
Hope I haven't embarrassed her too much because the way I was brought up, you never really displayed your emotions like people do now.
I intend to make a habit of it now believe me.
What would I have done without my big sister.
Doesn't bear thinking about.
Got to go
Cheers
Lorna

It seems that our little site is not exciting enough to warrant a mention in the readers page any more.
Why may you ask?
There are not enough people posting blogs regularly to warrant it.
We do not have the little community that was envisaged and hoped for originally but to me that is not true.
I must tell you I could have been more forthright there guys but I am keeping my integrity here and bad language is really not necessary.
What is necessary is more blogs, more people, more community spirit.
Now that last bit is a bit rich in my opinion.
Why?
Because at the moment we have PJ REHAB AND MYSELF, going through some tough times and Susannas and Rehab and Pj are there for us.
If that is not community spirit albeit small then I do not know what is.
Yes we need more input regularly, Yes it would be nice to get more comments from others on the site because it can seem like you are talking into thin air.
It does get very disheartening to come time and again and not find a lot going on.
But what do you do when you are a little bit lethargic?
You pick yourself up, take your vitamins and give it that extra push.
That is what we need here guys.
Everybody pulling together in our little community and maybe the great big chiefs up there in the Sunday Mail offices will take notice of this wonderful exciting community spirited bloggers paradise we have created.
Of course for their part the Sunday Mail people have to meet us half way and not give up on us either.
More publicity was turned down but hey, we don't need that do we if we all pull together and make this the biggest blogging place to be associated with.
Come on all you people out there, get off your butts and make us proud.
As for all you folk in the outside world, read our blogs, you may be surprised and get commenting big time.
Lets do a Susan Boyle and shake the blogging world.
All musketeers are we.
See ya's soon.
Cheers
Lorna

I am finding it really hard to get motivated at the moment.
So much has happened this past week.
My sister in Belgium has just went through a life saving operation.
The big sister who I thought was indestructible, no way could this happen.
She was having chest pains and difficulty breathing and her husband rushed her in by car, not waiting for an ambulance.
Just as well because things could have been a lot worse if he had waited and called an ambulance.
Seems she had a leaking heart valve and was transferred to a big teaching hospital further away for more tests.
She seemed to have a hole in her heart and the valve was in need of repair.
Big operation, 5 hours, next day, all a blur with tears running down my face.
How can this be.
She was fit and healthy at 63 years of age and had been for a long walk days before.
This was not unusual because she cycled to church every Sunday many miles away.
Just thinking what was going to happen during the operation, was heartbreaking enough, but knowing that there was no way that I could be there for her because I do not possess a passport was unbelievable stressful.
This was the big sister who used to look after me and take me places when I was young.
She bought me a massive doll because (spoiled as I was) screamed the shop down(i think it was woolies) and she got me it. It was so big that I could dress it in baby clothes.
I was so spoiled being the youngest of 8 children and boy was i spoiled.
Time goes on and you grow up and things change.
Lives change, people change and although we have had our differences in the past, she is still my big sister.
Tried for hours to phone my other sister because she was out. Left 2 messages(please get back to me something has come up, please phone back right away) she did at midnight.
Next morning, other sister told me she could not sleep, got up at 4o'clock and went on the computer to check the hospital my sister was in.
Me, I slept fitfully, woke up and remembered what had happened and was allright until I swung my legs out of bed and bang!
The enormity of it all hit me hard. Tears flowed and flowed and all day, even when I was too busy to think about it, they still flowed.
When I was told about the leaking valve, it brought back memories of my mum, when she was lying so ill in hospital and we were summoned to her bedside. i was 6months pregnant and all I can remember is looking at her like she was asleep and would waken up surely if we were all talking.
She died a few hours after in hospital.
She had a leaking valve, but was too weak to go through an operation.
She also had a heart murmur and this was the scenario that both my sister in Belgium and myself first thought of. Mum was only 66 when she died.
My sister came through the operation and apart from the valve being unrepairable and a new valve fitted, it seems to have been a success.
I cannot help myself, when I think about what she went through, how scary it must have been and still is, how things will be from now on.
For the first 24 hours after I got the good news, I could not help myself by thinking that ' what if something happens and we get news of a relapse'
I wouldn't wish this on my sister believe me, but the mind plays horrible tricks at this time when you are stressed out.
I just have to keep positive for the time being and put these (probably normal reactions) out of my mind.
When my mother died, I always felt cheated when Mothers Day came round and was envious of all those people who had mothers still living.
I used to think and say that people should be grateful that they have their mums and not take them for granted because one day they will not be there and that is when you miss them the most.Even after 28years.
I say now the same thing about my sister but in a different way.
Thank God she pulled through and never take your sister or brother or any of your family for granted.
Got to go
Cheers
Lorna

Why is it, that you are too busy to even take time out to think of those who are suffering.
That has been me this past few days.
Busy, busy, busy.
I got a wake up call on Tuesday in the Daily Record.
Last week I missed the Cancer Diaries in the Saturday paper. Reg McKay was unable to write his column, but it said that he would be back fighting next Saturday.
Sadly this was not to be.
Reg, a totally brave, inspirational hero, in my book,(he is probably screaming down at me right now, because he would be disputing that with humility) with a wife(Gerry) equally brave and inspiring devoted wife, was the stuff you only hear about once or twice in a lifetime.
They gave everything of themselves.
They could have just shunned the public with their own private hell but they preferred to give us an insight into that hellish disease and all the misery it brings.
Believe me, I and probably many others will now understand how soul destroying an illness it can be.
Yet Reg continued to joke with his special humour right through to the end, with phrases like; she bitch(the cancer) duff mitt( when his hand wouldn't move) and countless other expressions he threw into the pot.
I remember his earlier columns away back and how he would talk about people who would be near the end of their fight with cancer.
Sitting out side the hospital when he was getting treatment himself.
His compassion shone through but his inimitable humour lightened the mood.
Nothing was more humbling though was when he told of a young woman who had lost her fight.
Really sad to read.
It really is a sad time for all to lose Reg so quickly but thank God he is out of pain now.
If you can hear me Reg, I do believe that everyone will take your Gerry to heart and look after her.
That is what you wanted and believe me she will be well thought of at this very sad time.
I cannot attend the funeral at the crematorium(much as I would like to) but I want you to know Gerry that at that time on Saturday, my thoughts will be with you.
This is for you to take comfort in Gerry.
I hope it brings some peace and solace for you.

1) 2 SOULS

You promised me the wind
To blow upon my face
You promised me you'd pluck the stars
And always leave a trace
of sweetness here upon my breath
Mindful of your love
Which passes on through endless realms
On wings of whispering doves.
The love we shared was so unique
Bequeathed to us alone
Rare and precious, infinite
Across the chasm blown.
This love has brought us to a place
Where time stands still forever
This earthly union ceases now
Your heavenly one endeavours
To carry forward what we had
The chains of life lie broken
A special bond that we still share
No words remain unspoken.

2)Reg
He looks down on them from above
His soul at peace with those
who loved him on this earthly plain
While night time draws nigh, to a close.
Kind thoughts are with the ones
Whom he has left behind to grieve
His memory seeks to give them strength
The sorrow in their hearts to leave.
So many words were left unsaid
So many thoughts he knew them all
He watches over those he loves
And comforts them when spirits fall.
For every hour of every day
Recounts the happy times they shared
And aching hearts are left behind
For that great man for whom they cared.

RIP WEE MAN
Lorna

I am just going to write a quick blog this time because it is 21.53pm.
Where is everybody?
It is getting a bit lonely without the other bloggers.
Come on guys I miss you all.
Susannas doing a grand job and now and again we see deadlines deadlines.
I know that Jayne is away on holiday to Spain.(no i am not jealous) all right then maybe I am a teensy weensy little bit.
I see Rehab pops in now and again with his comments.
I also want to say that I hope you are coping Rehab, we still think about you.
That goes for PJ as well.
Look after yourself PJ and your lovely husband and family, don't do too much aye no.
Well anyway I have been painting and papering my toilet.
Today I papered it from top to bottom and am fair whacked I can tell you.
Don't know where the energy comes from.
Will probably suffer tomorrow.
Well time is plodding on folks.
Got to catch up on my beauty sleep.
(Don't all laugh at once aye)
Cheers
Lorna

Hi
I am still raging at these thoughtless MP'S who think they can just do as they like and stuff the voting public and the law.
Watching the news tonight, made my blood boil.
How dare they refuse to pay up.
So what if they moan that the rules and goalposts have been changed and do not feel it is right and proper to expect them to pay the extra now.
What about the overpayments in the benefit system.
If there is a possibility that a claimant is overpaid and it is no fault of the claimants, they are told that they have to pay back the difference.
How is this done.
By getting it deducted from their money that they have to live on.
This is through no fault of their own and they can huff and puff about it but they still get it deducted.
Many benefit claimants also are being penalised because they need money to buy necessities and how do they get it. By taking on loans(not handouts like the MP'S get) and then this is taken off their benefits, what they have to live on. The same benefits that tell you what you are expected to live on to survive and not a penny more and yet these same claimants are expected to pay back loans on the pittance they have to survive.
Yes I am raging because it seems there is one law for the rich and one for the poor it seems and it is not right.
I can still hear David Cameron saying at his conference speech those ill advised words' we are all in this together'. NO DAVID WE ARE, NOT YOU AND YOUR GRASPING CRONIES.
So come on you lot of whinging MP'S, cut a bit of slack here and pay your (over)dues.
You lot are supposed to be representing us and setting an example but it seems your visions are so clouded with pompous arrogance that you cannot see that you have been at fault in the past.
As for David Cameron and Gordon Brown going on televison and threatening to sack any MP'S for refusing to pay my answer to them is 'Bah Humbug'.
Empty threats, with a few examples made of, a pat on their own backs and then back to normal.
It's not on!
For too long MP'S have raided the expenses purse and used it to their own ends while the rest of us have been suffering.
Woe betide the lot of you's who do not pay because Judgement Day comes in the form of the election and any decent hardworking honest voter will remember those who think they are above the law by not paying the money back, and they will be ousted good and proper by the people of this country.
Maybe then we can build up trust and honesty and integrity and bring the Great back into Britain.
Lorna

I am almost ashamed to be called British at the moment.
How can a country be run with a bunch of rogues disguised as MP'S.
I know there are probably still some upstanding ones going about doing a fine job, but right now it feels as if the whole country has been let down by the ones who have the audacity to think that it is their God given right to claim expenses from the taxpayer.
Gordon Brown is being told to pay back £12.000 pounds and what for?
Cleaning bills and decoration of his second home in Fife.
Now in my book, that is sheer unadulterated ' taking the pi------------------------------.
(I do not usually use strong language but these are not ordinary times.)
How can someone who is Prime Minister (and still keep his conscience intact) in these exceptionally difficult times, think that he is entitled to raid the taxpayers coffers for such mundane tasks, which all the people in this country have to dig deep into their own pockets for, think that it is allright to make claims such as this.
For goodness sake, the man has more than enough to get by on.
As for David Cameron and his great speech recently. The one where he said that we will all be in this together, while freezing wage rises and penalising the disabillity benefit claimants. what a hypocrite.
Seems to be, he is crossing his fingers behind his back and telling the biggest fib in history.Especially when he is being investigated too. Can't quite remember how much he owes.It doesn't matter how little, it is the dishonest act that may have been committed that is uppermost in the equation.
Also Nick Clegg of the Lib Dems is not immune either.
Seemingly he is being chased up for his share to hand back.
So where does that leave us, when we come to vote and try to install a Prime Minister who has guts, integrity, the interests of the country at heart and uppermost undying honesty in all things.
I guess this does not apply at all to any of the ones I have made mention of.
How could it when the country is in such a state and so many are suffering.
It was only on the news as well that old folk in homes are suffering.
My God, this is supposed to be Great Britain, not some Third World Country but it seems to be heading that way, because it seems to be the done thing to put yourself before others.
At this moment in time, I firmly believe that their is no party decent enough to run this country.
It will take a lot of solid truthful promises, heartfelt honesty and down to earth good old fashioned community spirit returning before the Great in Britain will ever mean the same again.
I hope you are listening Gordon Brown, David Cameron and Gordon Clegg and all the other blood sucking leeches, who have fleeced the expenses system without a shread of
conscience.
Probably too busy counting their pennies aye.
Cheers
Lorna