Bluebells

The bluebells are all out on the hedgerows, and in the woods - what a glorious time of the year. I am feeling at a bit of an all time low at the moment, but those little flowers show the promise of things to come and each year come back with a better and better display.
They remind me of the safe times in my childhood when I used to go into the woods and play and then lie in patches of wild garlic and bluebells (and pink and white ones as well) I would gather up bunches of them and put them in water and have bunches of them all over my locker at school.
Not long before our european brother comes over for the TT and members of certain communities forget that we drive on the other side of the road and cause chaos. Looking forward to the chaos and buzz that the races bring (as well as some of my family)

Only fools and **********************

I went to work yesterday after having been poorly for a couple of days, only to discover that an internal job I applied for I had not even been short listed for.
Where is the justice when they give the selection to two young girls, with no people skills, one of which in a staff one to one meeting tells the other member of staff that "you f******** do it because that is how I do it"
I wonder sometimes at big organisations and the people they employ. It is most of the time about a pecking order and also who knows who. Recent changes have made me realise that I am a non conformist, my face does not fit into a big organisation and it is time to move on and change direction. It is really wierd because both the roles I went for, I documented who would be taken on, even before the interviews took place. It makes me so angry when lies and unethical practices occur - why should the honest people always have to suffer for these practices.
Back to the drawing board, one more major interview - and if I can pull that one off - that would be fantastic - but not to jinx it as I am on a short list - so will keep mum about that one.
Hei Ho off to work - not that my heart is in it any more - my spirit has been dampened, but there is too much of my mother in me to keep me down for too long :0)

The return of the wanderer

So much for sitting and putting thoughts down and keeping a regular blog - but as is usual I got sidetracked with a good social life, job hunting and a bit of a cold.
The old girl finally died and it has left me with a great sense of loss. Her funeral was a simple one and the family asked me to join them on the trip to the church, which was an honour. I sat with her on Saturday 23rd during the day when Mary and I put Mozart on for her, and filled the room with daffodils. She seemed to see something or someone across the room and opened those tired but still bright blue eyes to look. I will always believe it was Johnny K waiting for her, because she died 7 hours later finally out of pain and at rest.
Mary and I prayed for her quick release, as she had suffered not only a great deal of pain in the last six months of her life, but also during her life. Life had not been kind to her and yet she was kind and always good to me.
I shall always remember her for her generosity and kindness towards me.