I love traveling and going away; readers will know I’ve just been down to Wales for a few days. But it’s always really nice to get home again too. I took this shot on the lane just outside of my house and it’s a view I never get tired of. The greens, blues and whites of the English countryside are something I always find homely and relaxing and having cows in the field are a bonus. Whenever I fly into the UK from abroad I love to see the greens of the fields and the country lanes. Just thought I’d share the view 🙂
Just got home from wales after a six hour sweaty drive. I don’t know who is more tired me or Mowgli who has just drank a bowl of water, eaten a chicken dinner and is now snoring as I type.
To the garage attendant in the little welsh village (in the backside of nowhere) where I stopped for fuel who said “I saw you play in the Old Kings Arms in Newark” THANKYOU for remembering me, it made my day!
I guess I now have to play the waiting game with regard to knowing whether I got the job I went for; it seems decisions will be made after 13 June and so I may hear between 13-21 June. Need to put it out of my mind for now otherwise I’d go crazy.
It’s a blessing that tomorrow is a Bank Holiday and so I can have a day loafing around the garden; I’m looking forward to that. Hope you all have a great Bank Holiday too.
Before I forget thank you all again for visiting my website. WordPress tell me my Stats are ‘booming’ so I must be writing something you all like reading x Looking at those stats Ive had over 18500 hits – wonder if I can get 20000 before I retire? Whether I do or I don’t Bless you all for supporting me x x Alan 🙂
Life has had it’s ups and downs. When I have down days one of my strategies is to count my blessings and one of my most cherished blessings is my family. This picture shows just a few of my Motley Crew and just looking at a picture like this lifts my mood and gives me the strength to face anything. Although I woke up feeling quite low today I’m feeling better already.
Life is like a piano. The white keys represent happiness, the black keys show sadness; and as I’ve travelled life's journey I'm so thankful that the black keys make music too. She was 44 when she took me, a very damaged 7 year old, out of care and in 1962 that took some balls. Social Services in the North East in those days were a disgrace, I don't think I ever saw the same social worker twice in years and their main agenda was to put foster parents through as many indignities as they could with weapons ranging from criticising the contents of the pantry to openly suggesting there may be a better placement for the child in question. Not surprising that as an adult when I requested my case notes from Durham Social Services the hapless authority couldn't find them and so from where I'm sitting nothing much has changed - has it Durham? If readers (or Durham Social Services) detect a note of anger here they're right. Having worked in Social Services for the past 28 years they're welcome have a master class course from me any time on the importance of keeping good professional case notes, writing them knowing that the child is entitled to see them and respecting the incredible people that become foster parents. She was 56 when she died of cancer of the larynx by which time I was an 18 year old in the Royal Navy; they flew me home from Mombasa and for the next 17 years I made an annual pilgrimage to the cemetery to see the book of remembrance in its little glass box. I'm nearly 59 now and have already outlived my incredible foster Mam who passed away 40 years ago on 27 February 1974 - that same parent who put up with the criticism, sarcasm and interrogation of the social services; the same social services who had the audacity to suggest I would be better placed with other carers. As an artist I believe every picture tells a story and the three photos I've chosen for this post show my own personal journey; I suppose you could say they show my life. They show (1) me before I was placed in foster care (2) as a young adult in the RN after 12 years with my foster Mam and then finally (3) as I am today. To imagine what picture 3 would look like had picture 2 been different is unthinkable. On Thursday 27 February 2014 I will again make my pilgrimage to the cemetery to view the book of remembrance and say thank you with love to my remarkable Mam.