This challenge is to start the blog with” if we were having a cup of coffee right now…”
If we were having a cup of coffee right now it would be a good one. A strong Italian coffee as found all over Sydney. We’d be sitting in the sun Meegs or maybe under a bit of shade looking out at the bright blue sky, savouring the heat.
If we were having a cup of coffee right now I’d be really happy my friend. It’s been way too long since the last one. We’d be sharing stories, catching up on the little things of life we’ve missed out on, small pleasures and surprises, mishaps and sadnesses. The gentle easy to and fro of long term friends.
If we were having a cup of coffee right now I’d be reminded of both of our past loves and hurts. The days we spent by the sea in Narabeen taking care of each other and our broken hearts all those years ago. I can’t imagine who else I would have wanted to be with in those days. I’ll be forever grateful. We both emerged and here we are living mostly tear free lives again.
So if we were having coffee right now I’d be thanking you for always being there for me across the seas. We’d be topping up the many years of our friendship and as we say goodbye we’d already be looking forward to the next time.
My friend Meegs.
Always there in my heart
Today’s challenge set is a writing a letter – the option chosen is a “letter to a bad habit you have”.
It’s over. You’ve been expecting this letter for a while I know and yes the time has come to part.
I’ll miss you in a way – we’ve been together so long – but its the best thing for both of us.
You have to admit you’ve had a good run. In homes and hotels in different parts of the world you’ve made your mark. Pristine empty new apartments or hotel rooms ruined within what seems like minutes – clothes strewn everywhere in your all too familiar way, piles of books and papers emerge like molehills, no surface left uncovered and where do all those toiletries come from? I have to give it to you, you’re consistent and prolific. You’ve had a good run indeed.
Untidiness my friend it’s time to part. Decluttering it’s the latest thing. Books on Amazon by experts. And you know me so well of course I’ve already bought two of them.
So yes it’s goodbye. Well not today, and of course tomorrow is out and Monday is a busy day so it’s definitely goodbye very soon. I just wanted to give you a heads up.
This WordPress challenge is to choose one of a few tweets and respond.
First world problems is what comes to mind. The Kensington Waitrose shopper distraught when she thought there were no quails eggs left. Being tall I was able to spot a pack way back on the top shelf. No gratitude shown for my assistance in averting her impending catastrophe. She left, quails eggs held aloft triumphantly.
Today’s WordPress challenge – find a quote and start writing..
It’s in our hands to make a difference. Every day we have the chance to make or break someone’s day. People we know or strangers.
“What a beautiful colour” I said to a woman on Sunday as I walked to get the paper. Her startled look at being addressed by a stranger quickly transformed into a huge smile. She thanked me and went on her way, smiling.
In the park the next day an American couple waved a £20 note at me and asked for change for the toilet. I didn’t have enough so asked them to check how much it was. 50p which I gave them. “I’m sure you’d do the same for me” I said. The woman paused briefly as if to consider whether she would and then ran off with an air of desperation to the public toilets thanking me profusely as she went. I continued my reading in the weak English sun. A while later the husband came back up to me having found a shop to get some change wanting to repay me. A little thing to help a stranger out, but a contribution to a day for someone else.
A number of calls to my ageing dad over a day and week just to remind him he’s loved.
A tweet sent to support a group of grieving parents in their battle with a failing health board chief exec. Too many avoidable deaths.
At work this week mediating a meeting between two people locked in their view of injustices done and malicious intent. One hour later, smiles, a deeper understanding of another and themselves, the opportunity of building relationships in the future, a sense of being truly heard and an opportunity to really understand another’s world .
Nelson Mandela was thinking of bigger changes when he said this no doubt and we can look at his life and see how much he sacrificed to make the world a better place, to make a difference.
For me it means small and big things. Where we can be kind we should be. Where we can help someone out we ought to. Where we can lift someone’s day then it’s the right thing to do. It’s all in our gift.
This challenge is to write something based on one of four provided images. I chose this one.
Welcomes and farewells. Tears of joy and sadness. Hugs and handshakes. Journeys starting and ending. Weariness after hours on the move for some and excited anticipation of adventures ahead for others. Suitcases on wheels effortlessly gliding across the concourse. Cumbersome rucksacks remind me of student days, thankfully over.
I love the drama of train stations – early romances, family squabbles, excitement, exhaustion, impatience, tearful farewells, lost tickets, missed trains, connections between strangers, grumpy service staff, hard to follow announcements, bewildered tourists, occasional glimpses of glamour and too much bad coffee.
I love stations.!
Day two challenge – a list
Things I like:
The feel of your hand in mine
The sound of rain falling on a caravan when safely inside
To make a difference – to help people feel more skilled and confident
To do Zumba with all the young girls and not to care that I’m not wearing quite the right clothes and that I’m a good 40 years older than some!
To be getting on the train to Plymouth, as I am now, to spend a few days with my 86 year old Dad. Precious time with him making memories for the years ahead.
Chocolate. Expensive chocolate that is. Hershey bars, much anticipated, really disappointed. Green and Black. Now you’re talking!
Kneading bread and then having the smell permeate through our flat as it cooks.
Watching contemporary dance like Ballet Rambert last night.Beautiful fit bodies doing amazing things. A riot of colour and movement.
My old home city of Sydney and my current London one. Both so different. Both so lovely. Happy and sad times in both. Heart broken in one and filled again in the other.
My friends for so long. Knowing each other through so many twists and turns of life. I treasure each and every one of them. Our well trodden stories. Do you remember when…?
Waking early and realising it’s not yet time to get up. Snuggling up with you for just a bit longer.
Great coffee sitting watching the world go by in sunny places around the world.
Capturing the essence of a moment in a photo.
Seeing people’s kindness to each other. Unexpected kindness. And loving the response when it’s me doing this. A seat given to an tired older Moslem woman on the bus last night.
A smile shared with a stranger on a sunny day’s walk.
Feeling appreciated and valued. And showing others how I appreciate and value them.
Opening a new book with the anticipation of the pleasure ahead.
And did I mention chocolate?
Today’s challenge – talk about an image.
A bottle of Tresor sits in your bedroom at the window overlooking the boats of Sutton Harbour. Always there to remind me of you. Two years since you died and just over three years since your dementia took you to the nursing home.
Month by month you just faded away. Less present, frailer, less connected to us all, more peaceful.
I can still feel your hand in mind that last weekend. The scent of Tresor as I kissed you goodbye. I treated each farewell as if it might be the last and this time it was. I wanted just one more. To tell you again how much I love you.
So now I have the bottle of Tresor and when I close my eyes I can feel you close.
I miss you