Saturday , Had phone call from Gillian at 9.00am this morning not a good time for me i am half dopey about then Byu as she is in hospital and had been awakened at 6.00am she was wide awake a small op went well and all being well she will be home tomorrow Mothers Day over here I have had some lovely cards and much to my surprise a card and present from Paula you could have knocked me down with a feather. It is a very sweet message to my ears as I still couldn't seem to contact her I phoned one of her daughters and asked them to pass on a thank you message and to say how pleased I was to hear from her. I have opened all my cards but left Gillians present to have one to open tomorrow Thanks for the rose Michel we were both being mushy.I feel. I know I didn't write a lot yesterday but had a lot of searching to do It annoys me when i send in a story asked for by Kent BBC anf then have no idea where to find it after I received an e.mail saying they were printing it maybe I was too impatient but they have war stories going back some time so a bit difficult for daft me to figure out so I have sent another e,mail saying where can I find it I am always pleased to talk about my W.A.A.F DAYS  but not if i can't find them One I wrote ages ago was put in an archive somewhere to be opened on a certain date but I won't be around then. There has been a lot on T.V. lately about people saying they knew who they were in the past this imterestd mme but not sure if ai can beleive it although souls entering a new born is more feasable than thinking old bones and those cremated could come back what say you, expect you all have some isea not necessarily religious for as you know I am not particularly religious and thinkwe must have something to make us human although the stories lately seem to show thata lot of people just do not act humanely I suppse all this drug taking is responsible for this. I am glad to have  had my youth when I did as it reallywas a lovely time and people did seem more Humane.

Days of Xmas Past

I often wander back in mind

To days of yore ,when all was fine.

Such fun we had, no television,

Each person making fun of a kind.

Dad would recite his favourite rhyme,

Uncle would sing his usual song

Bill his banjo would strum all tunes.

Dorrie, on the piano, played all the time.

I wanted everything off the tree,

Was told not to be greedy, wait and see.

I always wanted the waxen Angel.

Ten days later I would get this with glee .

Sadly, after hard handling, and oft,

The wings would go, and then the limbs,

Gradually all would disappear,

wax did melt, leaving a lump then soft.

Still it was great fun, at Christmas,

We ate a lot, I  stayed up late.

Allowed to join in all the games and fun,

how I wish I was still that young lass.

The End

See what I mean folks, such happy days but some may not remember these as i do. Love to all Marj