Who Won the Week? 15 Sept 2019

I have two joint contenders for Who Won the Week this week, both relating to the current UK political debacle surrounding Brexit and bungling Boris Johnson, our fledgling floundering Prime Minister…

My husband and I like to listen to BBC Radio 4 every morning while we’re pottering about in the bedroom getting up and dressed. Sometimes we hear a whole interview or whatever, and sometimes we just hear snippets in the passing. One morning during this week I heard a comment made by someone (didn’t catch the name) at a local Conservative Club (didn’t catch where) about his personal opinion of Boris Johnson.

What do you think about Boris Johnson? asked the interviewer. The reply came without hesitation from contender number one: ‘Well he thinks he’s Winston Churchill, but he’s not. He’s a buffoon.’

Ha! And this from a bona-fide paid-up member of the Tory Party… Imagine what members of the opposition parties think of him!

Contender number two comes in the form of Irish Taoiseach Leo Varadkar, who during a televised Press Conference with said buffoon commented:

‘Negotiating FTAs (Free Trade Agreements) with the EU and the US […] is going to be a Herculean task for you. We want to be your friend and ally, your Athena, in doing so’

Classically-educated Boris Johnson in a previous Prime-Ministerial Press Conference referred to preferring to allow his Brexit negotiators to continue negotiating with the EU ‘without the Sword of Damocles over their necks’ referring to imminent danger hanging by the most slender of threads potentially clouding their ability to negotiate properly.

So it seemed very fitting for Leo Varadkar to use characters from Greek mythology to send a subtly teasing (yet serious at heart) message to our PM – because when Hercules went on a mad rampage and destroyed his wife and children, it was Athena who intervened, knocking him out and thereby preventing any further damage… Says it all, really…

You, sirs, together absolutely win the week for me hands down – top comments from both of you, and they still make me smile even today 🙂

Fandango’s Who Won the Week?

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Blue

For this week’s stream of consciousness saturday prompt Linda has given us the challenge to post about the first blue object we see when we sit down to write. Not difficult in the sense that I’m sitting propped up on our bed with my laptop on my knee, on a checked blue and white duvet cover. And there’s also a blue floral-ish patterned carpet in the room as well as blue floral curtains – my husband and I are temporarily staying with my parents, sleeping in what is commonly called ‘the blue bedroom’ for obvious reasons!

It’s all done out in a nice dark denim-to-navy blue palette, and the walls and woodwork and furniture are all painted white. There are three rugs, two plain white and one blue flowered. There’s actually a bit too much floral pattern on the carpet and curtains for my liking, but they’re very much my mum’s generational taste of appropriate spare bedroom decor and I’ve certainly seen (and been in!) a lot worse.

I realise from my description it all sounds quite plain and stark (just blue and white) but there are also myriad old books and fussy ornaments and fiddly little nick-nacks cluttering up every available surface, which I’ve tried tactfully to reduce while we’re here to make space for some of our own everyday belongings, so there are also cardboard boxes now full of bits and pieces – some of mum’s, some of ours – neatly stacked around the edges of the room.

This particular gingham check duvet cover was actually our choice, there are several other (distinctly flowery) alternatives available in the linen cupboard but we’ve decided this one suits us best for now. We’ve also got our own bright yellow quilted bedspread folded down across the bottom of the bed, and the woven cane chair in the corner of the room has several of my cotton scarves draped over it, in reds and pinks and mulitcoloured tie-dye, so that gives a real splash of bright colour to our immediate surroundings.

I do like blue, I find it a really calming colour so considering we’re living in someone else’s house for now I’m absolutely fine with our room just as it is. But however grateful we are to mum and dad for letting us stay with them for the time being, oh how we long for our own home again, our own space and the freedom to live our own particular lifestyle choices every day without constant comment or criticism and being left feeling weird and wrong for being different to my parents.

So there we are for today, my rather random blue-topic post written on my blue-covered bed in my blue bedroom – The End! 🙂

Share Your World: 2nd September 2019

When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?

Breathing, sleeping, mobility.

What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?

Curled up on the sofa warm and dry with a good book and a cup of tea.

What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?

Why I get so depressed from time to time. I don’t have a reactive depression in the sense that its not necessarily that specific situations depress me, but more that occasionally I feel an internal drop in emotional temperature and feel completely dismal for a while regardless of external circumstances, often for no discernible reason whatsoever. It really sucks… 😦

When was the last time you tried something to look cool (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment? Details?

Um, visiting friends of relatives on holiday in Canada forty years ago as a teenager, and being invited to a pool party with a few other teenagers, including boys. I was trying to look cool swimming laps and smoothly turned over from breast stroke to back stroke mid-lap, aware of being looked at as I was lying back looking up at the blue sky. But as I suddenly glanced down I noticed to my horror that one boob had actually come entirely out of my low-cut swim-suit, flashing my buxom flesh to the entire pool – no wonder everyone was grinning at me! Anyway, I nonchalantly turned back over onto my belly, tucked myself back in carried on as if nothing had happened. Not really so cool after all… 🙂

I’m so thankful…

… that my 83 year old dad came for a wee short walk outside with me and my husband the other evening after dinner. Having had four strokes and walking only precariously with two sticks, as well as having dementia to hamper his mobility (sometimes he momentarily forgets how to walk), this was a big deal – it’s the furthest dad’s been in about two years! ❤

Share Your World

September…

Now we’ve reached September I suppose a wet and windy autumn is upon us, and the summer sun has truly gone…

My less-than-summery mood at the moment certainly ranges from mediocre damp, drizzly and dull to full-scale blustery and showery several times a day just like the weather outside, leaving me feeling melancholy and miserable, then raw and ravaged in waves of undulating emotion. Since moving from London to Inverness a month ago I’ve not been so careful at managing my anti-depressant medication, and am sadly sufferring the up-and-down consequences of my forgetful inconsistency.

Living temporarily in limbo with my parents until we can move into our new house (still another six weeks and counting) is also taking its toll on my ongoing emotional stability. However grateful we are for having a roof over our heads for the time being, my husband and I are both used to our own space, our own lifestyle, so we’re not finding it easy – but then I suppose it’s not easy for any of us. We’re doing our best to fit in without fuss to mum and dad’s meal-times and food choices and TV viewing etc but oh, how we miss having our own home!

However I suppose one of the good things about me feeling so emotionally unsettled is that I’m starting to feel a creative urge building up inside – sometimes my best artistic out-pourings have been a result of feeling thoroughly frustrated and fed up and psychologically out of sorts, so there’s always the possibility I may find this the perfect opportunity to create a new materpiece of some kind? Or at least attempt something artistic?

I haven’t done any painting for ages, and there’s certainly plenty of landscape inspiration everywhere I turn right now, so perhaps I should make the effort and see what turns up…? 🙂

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Raw

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Masterpiece

Tastes Differ

One of the hardest things I’m finding about house-hunting is dealing with everyone else’s opinion about what kind of property we should be looking for, and where. I mean, my husband and I tend to live our own life in our own way, so we already know from experience that what suits us does not necessarily suit anyone else.

We like what we like and accept the fact that tastes inevitably differ – not just in terms of decor but in the layout of the floorplan of each property and how each individual room space is used. We know we need to choose a home for ourselves, not for everyone else, even if everyone else hates what we end up with.

But we’ll choose a house for ourselves and make it a home that we love, and then hopefully everyone else we love will grow to love it too, because they can’t help but see that we love it regardless ❤

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Differ