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Daily prompt – communication


There has been a little lull in the bar at Boofuls Towers for the last couple of days. Although we are run off our feet we have at least had the last couple of evenings to catch our breath and even to, wait for it…watch a bit of telly!

So. While I’ve been deliberately doing nothing I decided to have a catch up with my little blogette. Sitting down in front of my computer and pulling the keyboard towards me I pondered on what little tales from the last week or two I should delight you with. Um…er…sigh…I know! Er….maybe not…*drums fingers on desk*. Ok, I admit it, I’m all out of ideas.

It’s not that nothing has happened. Quite the opposite, so much has happened I’m in sensory overload. Ask me anything more difficult than my own name and I’ll be stumped.  Even poor old Douggie the doggie has had to take a back seat as we’ve been so busy. He’s definitely been short changed in the walk and training department. Mind you, with all that hot weather we had he hasn’t really been up for much.

Anyway, enough waffling. In my attempt to find something to talk about I went to the Daily Prompt page for inspiration.  The prompt was ‘communication.’

Communi-bloody-cation? Can I pick another one?

I spend my whole life comm-bloody-unicating! I’m trying to get a break from that! “Can you tell me where to go today?” Yes indeed I can tell you where to go, you can go and….”   I say brightly and then notice Boofuls giving me a stern look as he knows what’s in my head and is praying I don’t say it out loud.

So here’s a typical conversation:

Me: “Hello, room service.”

Guest: “We don’t need anything today, thanks.”

Me: “Ok, have a great day.”

Fast forward to five hours later just as we raise the first forkful of our dinner to our mouths. That’s on the days we get dinner, usually we grab a sandwich in between all the mayhem…*knock knock* “Can we have a toilet roll, and some milk pots, oh, and some hot chocolate and oh yeah, some of those little biscuits. No one came into our room today. *shocked face*

Me: “We came to your room. You said you didn’t need anything.”

Guest: ” Well we didn’t then.”

Me:  “Yes, but we top everything up in the morning for the day.  The staff go home at lunchtime.” *sigh* sits down eventually to another cold meal.

Yet another card payment has failed just now when Boofuls has put it through. That from the pious family who are going to visit a whole list of churches recommended to them by their parish priest. The ones with the rude, silent, dirty look giving, not able to answer when asked a direct question kids. That includes the one who whispered to her dad that she wanted to see the dog she’d seen on the website and when I brought him to see her her face didn’t even twitch, she totally ignored me and the dog. It was like he was invisible.  He should have peed up her leg!

Am I communicating a vibe?

It’s August.  I’m tired, grumpy and sick of being nice to chuffing morons. We haven’t had a day off for months. And if one more person ties my net curtains in a knot, nicks stuff, damages stuff and says nothing or hangs their knickers out of the window to dry I’m going to punch ’em (the person,  not the knickers).

……………………………………………..dog walk break

So…It’s a couple of hours later, I’ve just been in the bar with the most delightful and funny couple. We have chatted and had a good old laugh about, well, nothing really. It was fun.

That reminded me about the lady who came to stay a couple of nights ago. She turned up very late, 10pm. She looked a little bit odd. I thought maybe she’d had a bad journey so I asked her a bit about her day. She was clearly struggling to control her emotions. I asked her if she was ok. The floodgates opened. This poor woman was here to visit her mother and she was worried sick about her. She told us the whole sorry tale. Hugs were exchanged and after a while I showed her up to her room. She seemed much calmer and able to cope.

Reflecting on all of this while I was out with Douggie I have realised that actually, the majority of people are lovely. When we’re busy it’s so easy to get overwhelmed and irritated with all the small stuff. I’ll still be glad when it all calms down though. Roll on October!

 

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Is Happiness An Illusion?


That was what popped up when I was casting about on the daily prompt for something to write about. Wow! That’s deep, I thought. Really I was after something a bit more light and fluffy, you know, not quite so cerebral.

Then I stopped in my tracks.

The old brain kicked in and reminded me that actually, happiness, or lack of it, has been the subject of the week for some weeks now.

At this point I know some of my many (3) readers are thinking, “Oh no! What’s happened? What’s gone wrong?” Don’t panic dear readers (all three of you).

It’s exactly because nothing is wrong that the subject came up.

Our mammoth adventure and move to pastures new is still the best thing that we have ever done, we still love, living here.

Before we moved we had all sorts of stresses. Business was, let’s settle for calling it ‘stressful.’ It’s a bit like calling Mount Everest a hillock but it will have to do since dwelling on that nightmare won’t do my current illusion of happiness any good at all.

We had numerous family and friends die in the months before we moved. Some were expected, some were sudden. All were horrendously distressing.

We travelled up and down the country looking for our perfect home, finding it and then losing it when the chap decided he didn’t want to sell after all. We had Boofuls breaking his leg shortly after we sold our house and needed to be moving, albeit with nowhere to go but hey ho.

We had the trauma of moving away and leaving our family and friends behind (my heart actually hurts as I type that). Living in a cramped holiday flat for a month until we finally bought Boofuls Towers Lodging Emporium.

We had the challenge of building up a business we knew nothing about from scratch and making it work, at the same time as learning how to live as a family unit again with Lashes and Munki now living with us.

Talking of Lashes, we had to cope with her illness and the tempestuous events that came along with it. It’s difficult to write this bit without telling you things that I have no right to share on here but honestly, her life has had more ups and downs than a Swiss cable car.   I am going to pause for a moment to reflect on that and how horrendous that time was………ok, I’m back.

Then we had my surgeries and subsequent changes in lifestyle to think about and in a couple of months it will be Boofuls’ turn to go under the surgeon’s knife when he gets his new hip.

Those are the heavily edited highlights. The reason I am bringing them up is not so you can say, Oh poor you, hasn’t life been difficult. (even though it bloody has!). It’s because of two things, which is the (eventual) point of this post.

Firstly, when you go through all this stuff, you just get on and deal with it. Fighting each fire as it appears. No time to think it through properly, you just get on with it. Strangely, while it was all going on, we would occasionally check each other out, “Are you ok? Are you happy?” Strangely, we were. As tough as life was we were generally happy.

Now that life is on a much more even keel, we, and by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’ have finally had time to process everything that has happened in the last four years or so.

Boofuls’ Lodging Emporium has been steady but not over busy so we have had time on our hands.

I have had time to mull everything over.  To think how we might have done things differently. I can finally find time to grieve for my brother, our friends, Boofuls’ brother.  I long to see the faces of my family.

Holy crap!

I’m not so sure that this thinking time is such a good idea.

Thinking about it all, trying to process it all has left me sad, lonely, homesick and angry. Poor old Boofuls hasn’t got a clue what to do with me.

How ridiculous. At the moment we are sitting pretty, I should be enjoying life.

So, to the point.

Is happiness an illusion? I believe it is. It’s a coping strategy.

An illusion to get you through the difficult times. You imagine and look forward to being happy when life gets easier. Don’t be fooled. That is just the universe having a big celestial joke at your expense.

When life does get easier that’s the time it will pull the happiness rug from under your feet and leave you wondering why you bother.

Truthfully I don’t really think happiness is an illusion, I think it is a state of mind. It can keep you going when you need a boost, it can desert you when you expect it to be there.

 

 

 

 

I’m not doing it!


End of year reflective posts, a round-up of last year. Nah!

New Year resolutions? Nuh-uh. What is the point of making a ton of promises that you are only going to break in a couple of weeks and then feel guilty about? Life is tough enough without setting yourself up to fail.

Not fer me, thanks! 2017 has gone, see ya! What on earth is the point of looking back at it all, it’s gone, done with, finished, kaput.

2018 is here, let’s crack on with it. Actually, one resolution I can relate to: be nice to yourself and nice to others – and get the ‘c’ key fixed on the computer, it’s hard work having to go back and check that every ‘c’ word is fully formed. Apologies if I’ve missed any.

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Five minutes ago Munki and I came back from walking Douggie the doggie. As we were out we saw the moon rise.

Apparently it’s the biggest supermoon of this year. Yes, yes, I know it’s only the 1st day of the year so that isn’t much of a record to set. It could be tiny and still be the biggest moon of the year, couldn’t it?

No, what I mean is that it is the biggest supermoon we are going to get for the whole of this year, not the biggest one so far this year.

Got it?

Good, then we’ll move on.

While it was rising it silhouetted a chimney stack, the moon looked huge behind it, proper Mary Poppins-esque. I did take a photo but my poor phone couldn’t cope with the task, on the photo you can see there is a moon and chimney but the detail, all the chimney pots, are lost in the wrap around effect of the moonlight. Just so you don’t totally miss out on it though, I’ve drawn you a picture of it. Missed my way, I should have been an artist. Haha. I can hear you shouting, “Don’t give up yer day job!”

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You can’t tell it from the original scene, can you? Hahahaha

I had to draw the chimneys in but other than that this is the scene exactly as it was.  Pretty, eh?

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This year I thought I’d try and put a bit more time into my blog again, it got a bit negleted last year. Hang on…isn’t that a resolution? Dammit. I’ve already broken my resolution not to make any resolutions. Told you – setting yourself up to fail. Tsk

Glossing over that and moving swiftly on, my plan is to join in with a few of the WordPress challenges.  That should be ok till Boofuls Towers Lodging Emporium gets busy again but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it and  see what happens. But in the meantime, the challenges I’ve accepted are, the weekly photo challenge, the postaweek challenge and the daily prompt.

Today’s daily prompt is ‘conversation’.

The fact that I’ve told you all about my plan qualifies as a conversation in my book so, hey! Go me! Task one completed!

 

Daily prompt


Ok, this was actually a few days ago so I’m not sure it still counts as a daily prompt but hey ho. I stumbled across it when I was doing a bit of  blog surfing during a quiet few minutes.

The second I saw it a whole stream of ideas came tumbling forward. If only I’d had the time to sit and write about it all then.  With hindsight it’s probably as well I had a few days thinking time as I was feeling particularly bellicose that day about out little town and some of my suggestions may have shocked and/or offended you. Certainly my answer would have been short and to the point. So, here it is:

“What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle?”

A prompt like this could open a whole can of worms, couldn’t it?  It reminds me of when I was at college and he had to do a photographic essay about ‘our town’. I’m not saying the tutors lacked imagination or anything but that same project turned up several times during my time at college. There’s hardly a street in the town that I haven’t photographed as part of some, ‘My Town’ project or other. Anyway, back to the plot. I remember the tutor saying that it’s easy to find the negative things and portray a poor image, try to give  a balanced view of things, get to the heart and soul of the place. I’ll try and apply that premise to this, ‘My Town.’ project.

What do I love most about this little townette? Without doubt it’s spectacular scenery.  Boofuls and I  are lucky enough where we live to have views right across the valley. We can watch the weather  over the hills change on an hourly or even minute by minute basis as we are so high up.  The changing colours on the moors as the seasons roll by always fascinates me and Lashes has often mocked my exclamations of, “Just look at that beautiful light.” I suppose that’s a photographer thing.  From anywhere in this town it’s only a short walk to the moors where you can feel like you are on the top of the world. Ah yes, that’s definitely the best thing about this town – getting out of it.

What do I like the least? So many things to choose from.  Like so many places it has a huge divide between the haves and the have nots. It is one of the few places left where low cost rented accommodation is still available and that of course brings it’s own problems.  Let’s be polite and call them social problems.  Just last Saturday I picked up seven, count ’em, s-e-v-en empty vodka bottles from the car park at work, they’d been casually flung over the wall, along with the  many beer cans, chip wrappers, an onion, peeled and wrapped in cling film (?) and various other bits of detritus.   With regard to the vodka bottles ( they are nothing to do with me – that’s just a rumour, honest!) I can only assume that someone likes a little drinkie on the way home from the pub so gets a half bottle of vodka to keep them company on the way home. They must just happen to finish it as they pass my place of work.  At least these bottles were still intact and not in a million pieces all over the car park as they so often are.

That brings nicely to my daily rant. Glass and dog poo. Everywhere.  Taking Douggie the doggie for a walk anywhere round the streets of this town is fraught with danger for his little paws. I’m sure there must be a town glass smasher because all the pavements, the base of the trees, the car parks and the playgrounds all have a layer of glass frosting.   How is it possible to have so much glass absolutely everywhere? Between that and the dog poo dodging we must look like we’re dancing up the street.  There are times I think I’m the only person who ever picks up after my dog.  I must say that I do feel rather stupid sometimes picking up Douggie’s poos when there are at least six others in the same area surrounding it like a little poo fairy ring.

Of course there are the good citizens who decide to decide to pick up the poo – and then leave it or fling it into the bushes. Seriously, what’s that about?  It’s probably better to leave it where it was, usually in the middle of the pavement where it will at least biodegrade as it’s being spread around the neighbourhood on the shoes of small children who fail to see it in time.

If I was mayor? Easy. Kick out the scrotes and clean the place up. That isn’t going to happen any time soon though. This town has been, and has the potential to be, a charming little town. All it needs is a little bit of love and a  whole lot of money spending on it.