Your Turn!


OK I was forwarded this by Brandon Board

I’m not fully sure how this ‘tagging’ has materialised on WordPress, but it is now doing it’s rounds amongst the blogsphere!

Anyway, it looks like it could be a bit of harmless fun so I’m going to do what has been asked with good humour 🙂
I just hope the bloggers I ‘tag’ in turn will be as easy- going about it!

So what is ‘tagging’ –

1. Post the rules.….
2. Post a photo of yourself and eleven random facts about you.
3. Answer the questions given to you in the tagger’s post.
4. Create eleven new questions and tag new people to answer them.
5. Go to their blog/twitter and let them know they have been tagged.

MY PHOTOGRAPH:

Me!

Me!

ELEVEN FACTS ABOUT ME:

I love coffee, I like to dance, I enjoying reading a variety of genre (accept romance), I love horror films, I used to be ‘gothic’, I have a degree in Politics, I have worked as a tutor, I once organised a rock concert for a UK charity, I have done an ‘intern-ship’ at a political party,  I used to have a dog called Toby, I was blonde as a child.

MY ELEVEN QUESTIONS SET BY BRANDON BOARD:

1. When you make a cup of tea, do you add the water first or the milk? – I add the water first, the tea diffuses quicker! 

2. Please name at least one ‘guilty secret’ within your CD or music collection. – ‘The Eye Of The Tiger’ Rocky Soundtrack!!!

3. What was the last photograph you took? – Whilst in Parque del Retiro, Madrid (January time) 

4. If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be? – Moscow

5. What’s your favourite meal? – At the moment salads with nuts, feta, mixed green leaves, Brussel sprouts, peeled roasted peppers, tomato frit, warm bread, olives and gherkins. 

6. Do you prefer to cook or prepare it or have someone do that for you? – I like to cook and be cooked for. 

7. If you could perform live with any artist or act (music or otherwise), who would it be? – No One, though I would like to sing in Radio One’s Live Lounge. 

8. How long do you imagine you’ll continue maintaining and using your blog? – Who knows!!!!

9. When you eat an apple, do you also eat the core? – NO, YUCK!

10. Do you believe there is life on other planets? – Probably, its a big universe. 

11. Are you an apostrophe pedant? – Yes, I like to think so anyway!

MY QUESTIONS SET TO THE BLOGGERS I WILL ‘TAG’ :

1. What or who annoys you the most?

2. If your were an animal what would you be?

3. Are you a morning lark or night owl?

4. What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

6. Do you believe in a God?

7. What are your aspirations for the future?

8. Would you like to be rich?

9. What makes you happiest?

10.  What does life mean to you?

11. If you were stranded on a desert island what one object would you have to have with you?

THE BLOGGERS I AM ‘TAGGING’ ARE:

Julie I Am
En el JardĂ­n de los Elefantes
Green Embers
The Musings Of Lady Gwendolynn
A Student Living With Mental Illness
Truthseeker247
Change My Body, Change My Life
Tuttacronaca

Back At It


So, after leaving Madrid for the UK and worrying myself sick over the flight, and all the messing about that is associated with flying in this time of paranoia. I am once again returned to Madrid; my week away gone all too quickly.

Getting myself back into the routine of life here in Madrid is proving a little difficult, although I know I have only in theory really been back a few hours.

What is making the settling back down harder is the fact that this time I stayed at my parent’s house. I am a person who is used to and likes time alone, but I didn’t get much of this back in the UK. So, now I have become accustomed to having people that love me around me more frequently, and I am used to talking about things with them throughout the day.  Plus, I have become a little too reliant (and enjoyed) my families home cooking – so I feel I was spoilt whilst there.

Yet, it isn’t just that.

My Grandmother (Nanna) was taken into hospital the second day I was back. She had fallen and broken her hip and thigh bones. I was immediately struck with shock and worry. I knew that if she had to undergo an operation she might not survive it. My Nanna is 81 in April, and she has never before had an operation (nor general aesthetic).

Yet, regardless of this my Nanna came through a lengthy op to wake and discover she had titanium extras in place of her broken bones. Relief, well, yes, I felt over the moon all was well. My Nanna and I are very close, and I love her dearly.

However, I am left wondering how well the after-care will be now. I am not there to witness this. I told her before I left her on Sunday that if I hear of any problems I will not hesitate to return back to the UK, and ensure any wrong doing is rectified, and any mistreatment is punished. After writing previously about the shocking NHS standards, I am under no illusion that they are perfect. How these people are able to treat or mistreat older people in their care is grotesque.

I also wonder if now my Nanna will actually receive more ‘professional’ help about the house, or even be entitled to some welfare benefits. Currently she gets nothing at all, she survives on her pension, which after scrimping and saving towards for over 40 years, has become a meagre amount. My Nanna still pays her way and even is taxed on her pension, after working all her life, she still has nothing for free. It infuriates me, when there are others who receive more in benefits than she does in pension, and they do have plenty for nothing.

This idea that the elderly are rolling around in money they all stuff under their mattresses is ridiculous. Yet, even if they are ‘well off’ at least they have worked for it – a generation of people who had to work for it, otherwise they’d receive nothing.  They didn’t expect anything to be handed to them on a platter, and the world didn’t owe them a living like most of today’s generation believes. These people strived and struggled to have security in their later years (a good pension), and yet many of these people aren’t even receiving that little luxury.

The other thing I had been questioning was myself.

A friend of mine was happy enough to lay the guilt trip on me, during these initial few days of extreme worry. She believes herself to be ‘Mother Teresa’. Her Father was dying and she felt compelled to ‘care’ for him, though she has children and a husband. I say ‘care’, but in theory he passed away, which they knew he would, before any real care could transpire. The care that involves 24/7 support didn’t come to fruition; the washing, dressing, lifting the person, toileting the person, housework, shopping, preparation of meals, feeding them, dealing with he household bills and so on and so on.

My friends ‘care’ of her Father consisted of taking her Dad out for day trips, sitting and talking to him, reminiscing and offering comfort, having a drink with him, putting his affairs in order and that was that.

I wonder how she would have felt in an alternate situation whereby she had to suspended her life with her family to really care for her Dad?

I know I am no martyr to the cause; I am inherently selfish. I knew when it all came down I couldn’t say I would sacrifice myself and life to care for my Nanna. Am I brave or stupid to even acknowledge such limitations; who can tell.

I have always thought professional care would be the better option, as they are supposed to know what they are doing. I don’t mean I would abandon anyone to their fate in the hands of strangers, but I couldn’t be as proficient as trained carers would be. I wouldn’t know where to begin.

My life too is no longer in the UK, so that alone poses a major barrier. I couldn’t say goodbye to my ties here, and return to care for my Nanna. Not that she expects that of me; she wants me to live my life and is happy for me. Yet, see what doubts are implanted from a few unthoughtful words from a friend.

I doubted myself, and still do – what am I worth if I can’t give back to a person I love? I feel like a shitty human being, but this isn’t helping. I mean having these thoughts during a time when all I needed to think about was whether my Nanna would actually live through the operation and trauma, it just added distress.

Why did my friend think it was OK to upset the apple cart even more, with her few words of ‘wisdom’ on the matter of caring for a relative?

What was she thinking?

A friend who thought I shouldn’t return to my life in Madrid. A friend willing to add insult to injury, and stress to an already stressful situation. A friend who judged me when I needed her, who threw back in my face all my impartial support of her through her Father’s illness and ensuing death.

All because I wouldn’t bow to her ‘ideal’ of what a person, a relative should do.

So now I am back in Madrid with threads left in the UK, which aren’t tied up into neat pretty bows.

I suppose I shall have to find a way to square all this, or face feeling a juxtaposition with everything I have here.

 

Just My Opinion!


Picture from: operationgeorge.com

Picture from: operationgeorge.com

During many recent conversations one salient point keeps arising; OPINIONS.

I have written about opinions before: Me, Myself And I Concur however, I thought I’d revive the subject once more for old times sake!! Opinions are so interesting 🙂

Opinions, everyone has them and who is to say one is more correct or relevant than the other?

Opinions are based on many things; experience, culture, ideas, education, knowledge, beliefs and so and so on. They are as individual as we are.

Opinions should be stated and accepted. However, no person has the authority or right to be able to dismiss one person’s opinion as not worthy or, as something that requires ‘re-education’ or ‘re-adjustment’.

Feel free to state your opinion, but move on; as not everyone will see things from your perspective, yet, that is life 🙂

I mean, who is anyone to think they have all the answers to ‘enlighten’ anyone else, right???

We are after all only mere mortals with many flaws, and things to learn. Surely no-one is so superior to believe they have all those answers??

There are debates about opinions, and there are aggressive rants and arguments; one method achieves something and the other one doesn’t. What is the point in arguing over opinions??  

If I state my opinion I don’t expect to have to go to war with someone over it. I’m sure everyone in the blogging world of WordPress is ‘grown’ enough to realise we all think differently 🙂

I love opinions, especially my own! However, life would be so dull if we all had the same opinions on every topic of conversation!!

I for one VALUE OTHER PEOPLE’S OPINIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I welcome hearing and reading them, for me, that is what makes writing so special!

Just LIKE YOU, I know what I believe, have learnt, experienced and discovered. I know what I think, feel and hold dear. I won’t change those profound pieces that make me, me; so, don’t ask me to, as I wouldn’t ask you to do that either.

Please, ACCEPT ME AS I ACCEPT YOU.

Feel free to state your opinions, don’t EVER stop!!!! Yet, allow others to state theirs too without making them feel bad about the fact they don’t see the world as you do.

And that folks is JUST MY OPINION!

Picture from: abccopywriting.com

Can cause trouble, BUT, I love them, so KEEP them coming folks!!!!!!
Picture from: abccopywriting.com

OPINIONS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What are YOUR opinions about opinions????

How do YOU FEEL about providing your opinion???

What does YOUR OPINION say about you????

Have YOU faced criticism for your opinions???

Do YOU enjoy hearing other people’s opinions????

OR, do YOU THINK other people’s opinions are terrible things???? 


“Boobs NOT news” – what do you think??????

Strange ‘tradition’ perhaps to be discontinued in The Sun (UK tabloid); perhaps after 40 years finally they have had enough boobs, and might now think about actually publishing the news instead of mindless titter tatter.