Lots, yet nothing going on!

Well this has been a funny week. Each day has brought something good, something bad and something indifferent. The good has made me happy, the bad has made me desperately sad and the indifference is just that!

My heating went 'down' again this evening, but fortunately I had a lovely friend here who bled the radiator in the kitchen and eventually we got it all going again. This means I don't have to bother the landlord, who doesn't have to bother the heating engineer, and means I don't have to stay in for hours on end waiting for some one to turn up to see to it! This has to be a good thing!

I went out for lunch today and was taken for a lovely drive afterwards which meant I didn't get back until late afternoon. I had intended to start a new slimming club this evening, but with all that was going on I forgot! Hmmm, I have to come to grips with this again after my spectacular failure with Weight Watchers!

This morning I was offered a bungalow with Newport City Council .....alas it was one bed roomed (single) and very small. Not anything I could seriously consider, but a good position location wise. Well at least I know I am on their radar!

So, lots going on, yet nothing in particular. I haven't bought the 'nightly' for two nights .... I wonder what I am missing? I will make a special effort to get it tomorrow!

Caldicot Castle

The local 'nightly' has brought something to my attention again tonight. Caldicot Castle. A place and area close to my heart, as when my former husband and I first got together, we bought a house 'Peach Tree House' just a few miles down the road from the castle and the small modern town of Caldicot.

I read tonight that the future of Caldicot castle is in doubt. It is being discussed by Monmouthshire County Council this week whether or not approval will be given to go ahead with the restoration work that is badly needed, costing hundreds of thousands of pounds. It seems that the structure of the castle is deteriorating and major works are required for repairs.

This castle is one of Wales' best kept secrets, a pleasant find in the Welsh countryside, it has previously been restored to much of it's original condition and it is a lovely place to spend a day. When my granddaughter, now 20 years old, was a little girl, we spent hours in the grounds at weekends.

The castle is now owned and operated by the local authority and is open to the public for a fee. The Great Gate house has been home to medieval banquets since the early 1980's, and as yet I have never been taken to one, despite dropping many hints when I was married!

The castle is also used for wedding venues and things like Classic Car weekends. It has stood at the gateway to Wales for over 400 years. What a huge mistake it would be to refuse funding for these urgent repairs to keep this piece of history in tact for the local economy and for future generations to enjoy.

Easter just around the corner !

This is official! Easter cards are on sale in Newport. On November 18th there is a whole rack of them, Bona fide, first-rate cards now on sale!!! I thought they were last years left overs being put out at reduced prices, but no, they are all new stock!

I don't know why I am surprised, it's only five or six months ahead of the season. We don't bat an eyelid at Christmas cards in July these days, same time difference.

Hot Cross buns and mince pies are a permanent supermarket feature all years around now and it won't be long before cards will follow. What ever happened to the joy of the different seasons. Gone forever I suspect!

The price of coal.

Scene at Senghenydd after the second explosion broke out at the 'University' mine.

I went to Morrisons late this afternoon, picked up what I wanted and on my way out I noticed a display with many old black & white pictures and well presented literature. At first I thought it was something to do with the 90 year Remembrance week, but upon closer inspection I saw that was not the case it was all about the Senghenydd Pit Disasters 1901 & 1913.

The friend I was with was in a hurry so I could not study this as closely as I would have liked, but the display was advertising the upgrade of Senghenydd Heritage Room and showing a road map of how to get there. Now Blaenavon do this very well, but then to my knowledge there were no major disasters at Bleanavon. I was unsure as to how I felt about this. Being brought up in a mining community, Senghenydd was spoken of in hushed tones out of respect for the dead when I was growing up, so to see it advertised openly in a Supermarket as a Lottery Funded tourist attraction was a bit of am enigma for me.

Senghenydd Pit disasters are the worse in Britain's history with huge loss of life. In October 1913 an explosion at the pit resulted in the loss of 439 men. It is said in local parts that the explosion was so intense that it was heard 11 miles away in Cardiff. Tragically this was the second disaster at Senghenydd in twelve years, the first one being in May 1901 with a loss of 78 men. Nothing could have prepared that community for the horror of those disasters.

Upon reflection I suppose the Heritage Room is a good thing, as there must be a generation out there to whom these disasters mean nothing. To be able to visit a Heritage room and artefacts will be a good thing, bring it home to this comfortable generation what life was like at the turn of the 20th Century. We must never forget the memory of the loss and the suffering of the community where these disasters left their mark.

Pause for Thought!

Palace Theatre Pantomime, Ebbw Vale 1952

As the season of pantomime approaches I thought back to my own childhood when every year we were taken to a pantomime. When my father moved from Sirhowy brickwork's in Tredegar to work at Richard Thomas & Baldwins (RTB's) in Ebbw Vale all the children of the staff & workers could go to the Pantomime as guests of RTB's.

What a thrill! A bus came and picked us up in Tredegar and took us the four miles or so over to Ebbw Vale to the Pantomime. We watched enthralled as the story was played out before us. The costumes, the lights and the principal boy (who was really a girl) it was all so exciting.

Seeing the posters go up in the city for the forthcoming productions in various theatres always make me think of those magical days ...going to the Ebbw Vale Panto!

I wonder is there the same thrill and anticipation in the children of today when they are taken to a Pantomime ....in this age when treats are all year around things and the 'ask and you shall get'
culture is rife. It makes me glad I grew up when I did. It gave me the values that I still hold and live to, right to this day.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

This Sunday I returned to the same area where I was last weekend, when my friend and I were whisked off in a Police Van. (see previous blog - 8th Nov. 2008) Today was fine, no hallmarked silver littering the lanes, no Police van waiting to take us to 'the spot' where we found it .....all calm and perfectly normal. We returned to the area to do the things she wanted to do when everything went pear shaped last week.

We had a good look around as my friend is applying for a job there, it is such a pleasant village with a lovely Church (see picture above). We walked to one of the three castles in the area, all ruins now, but nevertheless enormously interesting buildings.

We drove out of the village for lunch this week. The place we choose was very different to your usual eatery. It not only provided lunches, but did Bed & Breakfast, there were separate Tea rooms, Oriental gift ware, fabulous gardens which are open to the public in the summer and a huge Belgian chocolate counter in the entrance! It is run by an Oriental chap with a Welsh accent! For lunch we choose a vegetarian option for a change, Beans Provencal which consisted of mixed beans & chickpeas with peppers, tomatoes & olives, served with Garlic herb & sesame bread with a salad garnish. It was excellent .... and reasonably priced.

Next we went to the neighbouring village where the Church there would be the second of four Churches under my friends jurisdiction should she get the job. This Church was very run down, but it had on display there The Skenfrith Cope. A cope is a garment like a cape and is still worn by Bishops and senior clergy in some Churches. This particular cope is dated back to the mid 19th Century and there are many legends surrounding the history of it. What is known about it is that it was found by Father Thomas Abbot, priest-in-charge of the Catholic mission for Monmouth, being used as a cover for the communion table in this Church. The cope was placed in the current glass-fronted case during a refurbishment of this Church in 1910. I doubted the wisdom of it being it that particular Church at all, as the Church is very wet and damp. That can't be good for the fabric even if it is encased in glass. Still ........ what do I know of such things?

We walked around the village and looked at the second of the three castles. By this time the drizzle had become more of a persistent rainfall and the damp was seeping into our clothes and it had grown a lot colder, so we decided to part and head for our respective homes. I was glad I made the effort to accompany my friend, not only to give her support, but it turned out to be an interesting and informative Sunday afternoon. Funny how something you are not looking forward to particularly turns out to be so rewarding.

Newport Castle - Art at a high price?

I feel I have to apologise to our evening paper (that seems to come out in the mornings these days!) I have been calling it a 'rag' and not buying it as it contains no 'real' news and bemoaning the days when it was a broad sheet .....but that seems to have changed, unless I am more mellow!

There are some good factual/historical articles in there about this City and the valleys and I pick up on a lot of local issues via the letters that are sent in.

Last night I was reading about Newport castle. All I know about Newport castle is that it is a 14th century, Grade 2 listed building, originally constructed to guard the river crossing and is now a ruin .....but there is more! In 1796 JMW Turner painted the castle in his very recognisable style, and that painting is currently in the British Museum in London but not actually on display.

Newport East AM John Griffiths has written to the museum asking for the release of the painting on loan to Newport Art Gallery. It seems that the gallery has only a copy of the painting by an unknown artist. Wouldn't it be super to have the original on display in Newport in a gallery not far from the castle itself ? Mr. Griffiths action was picked up in the Letters section by a reader who argued that the additional security and conservation measures required by the British Museum will not come cheap and is suggesting that the Assembly donate some money to defray the cost of display. All this discussion going on and I didn't even know there was a Turner of Newport castle in existence!

It seems that a spokeswoman for the British Museum, who have been in possession of the watercolour since 1910, has said the request is under consideration and that the painting has been out on loan to Wales in the past to Llandudno and Swansea when they have held Turner exhibitions, but never to Newport.

This is obviously a debate that is going to roll on, and one I shall be following. Thank goodness I bought this local paper or I would not have known a thing about all this. I must be more respectful to the 'nightly' in future!

Children in Need

I have been watching Children in Need all evening. It has been super entertainment. The pledges of money that have been made have been phenomenal. School children all over the UK are giving their pocket money, going to school in their pyjamas to raise money and reputable BBC and ITV news readers singing and dancing raunchy dances! The Cast of Eastenders were performing short musicals, what a talented bunch!

This is true British spirit. What better cause than to raise money for disadvantaged children. It made me think of the children in orphanages in other parts of Europe which I have spoken about before, there is no Children in Need night for them. All they can look forward to is squalor and misery for all of their young lives. Sadly,there is always a child in need somewhere in the world, no more so than here in Britain, as in the case of baby P. that has been in the news this week. 17 months old with a broken back and too many injury's to count, all inflicted by his mother and her boyfriend, so badly injured that he eventually died.

Well done to all the performers for their time and talents and to ordinary Joe Public for giving of their hard earned cash for such a vital cause.

Catholicism - Food for Thought

Truly, truly, I say to you,

unless you eat the flesh of the son of man

and drink his blood,

you have no life in you .......

Jn.6: 53

Catholicism, a subject that I know very little about but feel I want to explore it in my mind.

Each time I have been to the Catholic Church, whether it is for a service or social event, I have always come away impressed and thoughtful. There is a definite difference in attitude to that of Anglicans.

I would like someone to explain the Catholic faith to me from a Catholic perspective, clarifying and explaining misconceptions formed by non-Catholic faiths. I don't know why I want to know this; it is all to do with observation of their worship and attitude to God I think.

I am not considering converting to Catholicism as I am not sure enough about the Catholic faith, but I am honest enough with myself to admit I am curious. This curiosity goes back further than the last few years, when I have become very disillusioned with the Anglican Church, it goes back to the 1980's when my Aunt, whom I loved dearly, converted to Catholicism when in her 80's. What made her do it? Did she understand something I am missing?

This subject is of interest to many I am sure, and there are many negative opinions around, I wish I knew more about it. I would like to examine both sides of the issue of Catholicism v Anglicism, a comparison if you like, without prejudice and with an open heart would be a way forward I am sure.

Why so reflective at this point in time ....I wish I knew the answer.

Catholic Curry!

I went with two friends to a curry evening at the Catholic church in the City centre this evening. The event was in aid of the 'Raise the Roof' appeal which has been going for some time to try and put a new roof on the Church.

It is many years since I have seen such a band of true Christians under one roof. The whole evening was a knock out! The Church hall, adjacent to the Church is a lovely venue, modern, with a welcoming feel to it. When we walked in we were welcomed like old friends although it was only Ms.A that was known to them. There was a youth group playing slightly ethnic music and doing it extremely well, casually dressed, and with smiles that only youth can provide. They made the transition from drum beat to mellow music effortlessly. Everybody was tapping their feet!

There were over eighty people drifting in and out and from all walks of life. The crowd was very cosmopolitan, and some of the ladies were wearing beautiful brightly coloured sari's and children with their hair braided with brightly coloured ribbons. There was a stall of wonderful hand made Christmas cards, a bar (with a permanent licence) and a small area to dance if you so wished.

The authentic Indian food was served after about an hour, made by Indian volunteers who are friends of the Church and it was all wonderful. We queued buffet style for the main course and the Indian dessert was brought to the table when the main course was finished. My friends and I were downing our pints (of lemonade & lime that is) as they had run out of half pint glasses!

As were were sitting next to the hand made card stall we got drawn into conversation with the ladies running it, which was quite interesting to me having done that particular hobby for 11 years. We just felt part of a whole.

There were no speeches, no prayers, no grace before food, the priests were all in 'mufti', you could have been in a pub lounge with an extended family and friends. What an atmosphere! Then the little group (eldest member sixteen) struck up with Abba numbers from the film 'Mama Mia' and we all sang and clapped along with them. Raffle tickets were sold and drawn (didn't win anything) and then all too soon we were planning to leave. What a super evening, an act of Christian fellowship. The evening raised nearly £400.

There are a few Anglican Churches I could think of that would like to have a social evening like that! The camaraderie and Christian love shone through tonight, and somehow, like last Christmas Eve when I went to a Catholic mass, they all seem so happy, friendly and so proud of their faith. It was good to follow Jesus' example and spend some quality time with God.

HMSS Homeric

When I found that tatty folder the other day with just three sheets of paper in it on Family History one of them was about Her Majesty's Steam Ship Homeric, one of the White Star fleet at the time. The reason that I have an interest in this is that my father travelled to New York on her in 1931. He was emigrating to America. This, of course, was years before he met my mother and before my sister and I were thought of.

My father sailed from Southampton, on his own, to face a new life the other side of the world. He was just 23 years old. It must have been a huge thing to do at that time. The reasons behind him going were pretty dire. His girlfriend was pregnant, a huge disgrace in the Welsh valleys in 1931, and her parents had taken her to America to start a new life. My father followed. Family history says his parents made him go to 'do the right thing' by her, but how true that is I do not know. He stayed in Pennsylvania for 10 years until the marriage broke down and he returned to Wales.

As a child I did not know any of this, my mother and nanny Jones made sure my sister and I were kept well away from that part of his past, but as young adults when we did know about it all, I remember him describing that voyage, the length of time it took, almost three weeks and he described the ship, resplendent in White Star livery, and his excitement at travelling.

It was rather poignant for me when my friend and I found the passenger list with his name on. It was as if I could suddenly focus on my father the man, not just an old story.

He always wanted to return to America, and did so, albeit for holidays only after the death of my mother in 1979.

The ship was coming to the end of it's life when Dad travelled on it. It was acquired by White Star line in 1922 and was taken out of service in 1936. I wish I had taken the opportunity to ask him more about his voyage, but like millions of other families all over the world, I left it too late. I know the story, I would have liked to have known more about the young man.

The Grass is Singing - Doris Lessing

From time to time my sister who lectures in literature at Kingston and Reading Universities, suggests I read a book. Now I read all the time, but not what she calls real literature. Sometimes I am receptive to this and sometimes more reluctant as, like most people, I like to choose my own reading material.

It must be nearly a year since 'The Grass is Singing' was suggested to me and I struggled with it at the time. However, a few weeks ago I decided to give it another go. I finished it last night. I cannot say I enjoyed it any more this time around, maybe more a case of understanding it a bit better.

The storey is set in Rhodesia and it tells of a failed white farmer and his wife who is a town girl. Mary hates farming, life in the bush and is unhappily married. Sapped by heat and extreme poverty she becomes frightened of life outside her home and becomes slightly unbalanced. She isolates herself from her neighbours therefore becoming very lonely; she turns to Moses, the black cook, in whom she finds kindness and understanding.

The description of Africa's beauty is a superb backdrop to the life of people whose lives are punctured by the horror of murder. The cruelty of colonialism becomes seductive to that ere and palpable to the reader themselves. A superbly written book, and an excellent storey. However, I often found it hard to read, and not truly understanding the politics that make the book work I found I could not read more than three or four pages at a time. I persevered though, and eventually got through the book. If anyone is into that kind of feminist literature it is a nice book to cut your teeth on.

As for me, I am heading back to my comfort zone. I have just started the new Penny Vincenzi and should my sister deign to read this blog, I make no apology!

Family History

Today was allocated for doing all my paperwork. In the back of my filing cabinet was an old paper folder headed Family History. It contained just three pieces of paper.

About a year ago I started on the Family History root with the aid of a very patient friend who was starting me off in this subject. However, I was fine when working with her, but at home on my own I found it more difficult to access information without her guidance and eventually my interest waned. Chancing upon this folder today it contained information on my fathers family and so I read it all again.

My grandfather (Photograph above) whom I always thought was born in Ebbw Vale was actually born in Montgomeryshire, but the family moved to Ebbw Vale when he was a toddler. He was one of five children and the move to South Wales was work related for his father who was a brick maker. I know, through this tiny amount of research that was done last year, that my fathers family came from a long line of brick makers. I managed to trace them back five generations.

So why the move from Mongomery to Ebbw Vale? This I can only speculate on. I know from my father that due to a rapid growth in the brick industry numerous brick works sprung up in the 19th century. The move could have been for better pay, conditions, promotion ...... there may have even been other family members in the Ebbw Vale area at the time.

What I do know is that my grandfather followed in his fathers footsteps and went into brick making and both his own sons followed him, where my father remained in the industry until the closure of the Sirhowy Brick Works, Tredegar in the early sixties from where he went to work at the Ebbw Vale Steelworks (formally Richard Thomas & Baldwin).

Maybe I ought to give Family History another chance, but it is all that sifting through birth, marriage and death certificates that does for me ..... no patience! However, if I want to know how my paternal family came to be in Ebbw Vale I had better adjust my thinking!

For Remembrance Sunday ...........

In Flanders Field


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.


We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.



Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye breaks faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



John McCrea



Remembrance is important. Remembrance Sunday is not just for the years and wars gone by, but is for here and now and all that is still going on. This poem is as applicable today as it was in the first and second world wars.

It's a Win!

Well done to Joe Calzaghe on beating Roy Jones Jr. last night at Madison Square Garden.

As he ends a 15 year career fighting 46 bouts and loosing NONE!

Quit while you are at the top Joe, go out on top not when your career is on the slide, you have a lot to give to your sport in other areas!

You couldn't make this up!

Yesterday I was with my friend in a rather lovely part of the County when we decided to short- cut across country to our destination. I was driving and trying to negotiate my way down some very narrow lanes when my friend said 'STOP......... there is a silver pot on the lane, go back'. Go back...it was taking all my driving skill to go forward in this narrow, pot hole, mud filled lane! She jumped out, ran back and retrieved the pot!

Expecting some kind of garden pot I was amazed when she produced a heavy silver hallmarked sugar bowl! Chortling at this we continued our journey. Suddenly I applied my brakes rather hard, my friend nearly jumped out of her skin and there in front of me, was a silver tray! Out she jumps again and sure enough there was a same quality sliver tray! We found five items in all.

When we got to our destination we discreetly asked if anyone had been burgled in the area, a question I was not too sure of as we had the 'booty' in my car! The locals looked slightly amused and then dismissed us.

We decided to phone the police (this could be a long wait in this neck of the woods!). When there was no signal for mobiles, we started looking for a phone box. Suddenly around the corner almost on two wheels came a Police van. We had no alternative, goodness knows when we would see another policeman around here, so we jumped up and down and we waved our arms until he stopped. 'We have found some pieces of silver' I said to the driver, 'Great' he said 'where is it?' 'in my car' I said in a small voice. We handed over our find and tried to explain where we had found it.

Now my friend is an academic and a Clerk in Holy Orders and was wearing her 'dog collar'. The reason I explain this is because these poor 'bobbies' could not understand exactly in what direction she was pointing them. Then one of them said 'why don't you show us love' so we found ourselves in the back of a police van, being helped in because the steps were so high!. This was all played out in front of the village! It looked for all the world as though we were being carted off! I couldn't stop laughing, but my friend found it slightly more disconcerting, before warming to the situation, and joining in the observation search for the remaining piece of silver, (one tea pot as reported by owner) thought to be in the hedgerow. We started to feel important.

A call came through to tell the Policeman to take the silver back to the owner and SOCO (Scenes of Crime Officers) would be there to meet them. We were nearer there than the village where we were 'picked up', so they asked us if we would mind going along with them and then the owner could thank us properly for retrieving his family silver. Ask us? We didn't have a lot of choice!

We eventually handed over our 'find' to the Lord of the Manor (yes, he really was!). He shook our hands and said 'Thank you, I suppose you would like a cup of tea?' This big burly 'bobbie' glared at him and said 'if it wasn't for these two ladies you wouldn't have your heirlooms back, not everyone would hand them in!'

When we left we were both steeped in thought. My friend wondering if clergy kept their jobs after being carted off in a Police car, and me, I thought 'well if that is the aristocracy, or what passes for it... I'm glad I'm from Tredegar!

If you think this has been made up, believe me, you are wrong! Before I handed the silver over to the Police ............I took a photo of it with my new camera! (Better not publish that on the Internet though!)

I want to say .................

The picture above is one of the first I took with my new camera back in late summer. It is to say

Happy Birthday to my lovely grand-daughter Jessica. Sweet 16 years old today........

and 'Good Luck' to gentleman Joe Calzaghe for tonight. Today must be huge for you. We are all rooting for you in Wales!

I am suppose to be going out with a friend shortly on another photography jaunt. As things stand right now, I can't remember the venue and the rain is pouring down! We have decided not to cancel ..............so watch this space later!!!

Employment or lack of it!

Having had the most annoying morning, when everything seemed to go wrong, I decided to commence on the weekly clean of the house. When finished, I decided to put some toast on for my lunch and look for a topping in the fridge. Within seconds (well maybe a minute or so..) the toast had burned filling my lovely clean house with the smell of burned toast! I was not best pleased.


Placing the second lot in the toaster, I saw it had started to rain, switched the toaster down and dashed out for my almost dry washing. Yes....you have guessed ........ if there is anyone out there reading this drivel........ by the time I got it in the sun and wind were doing well outside and I was left with a pile of damp washing!


I eventually got my lunch together and settled down to watch the Welsh news. The first item on the news was that the construction firm in Tredegar, WAKA, were closing down with a loss of 90 jobs. That small, now rundown, valley town cannot afford this kind of loss. It has already become a sad little place and further lack of employment, I am sure, will never attract investment


The reason for all this is that sales and orders were down by 40% on last year and the firm are moving to Austria!


The second item on the news was that another firm in nearby Gilwern were closing with a loss of 100 jobs for almost identical reasons. This coming on top of the CORUS closure earlier in the week must be a bitter blow to the valleys.


Feeling more disgruntled than ever I finished my lunch and wondered what the great man in the picture above would have made of all this and the state of the valleys today?

A Welsh Hero........

The Welsh television and press are making much of the forthcoming fight between Wales own Joe Calzaghe against American Roy Jones Jr. this coming Saturday night. The fight is to be held in Madison Square Garden and Calzaghe has repeatedly said it will be his last.

I first heard of Calzaghe about 15 years ago when my younger son started to follow Joe's career. 'He has done exceptionally well. Calzaghe has ruled the super middle weight division for 11 years and remains undefeated against Jones to date.' This information is provided buy my son as I am not an avid fight fan.

However this is not why Joe has come to my attention in recent weeks. He has taken the trouble to take valuable time out of his training schedule to support children's charities in the City where I live before flying to the USA. This tells me a lot about the man.

Whatever happens on the weekend Joe, there are children and adults alike that have been impressed by your actions. You may not knock out Roy Jones Jr on Saturday, but you are a knockout with the folk in this City!

A Tonight Special - ITV 1

Tonight I watched a programme on ITV, introduced by Sir Trevor McDonald, about Sarah Ferguson's involvement with underprivileged children in Europe.

I found this incredibly moving and unforgivable that there are hundreds of children in this modern society in 2008, in Romania which is a part of the European Union, where children are being tied to their beds, in orphanages with up to 700 children in one building, so stinking that the feces could be smelled from outside. One child who was deaf and blind was slowly eating his own nappy.

The EU flag was flying outside next to the Romanian flag.

I did not know that this Sarah Ferguson had been working with under privileged children for 15 years and is trying to raise money to improve conditions, of which this film is one of her projects.

The report covered the same conditions in Turkey. I have been on holiday to Turkey twice and had just accepted it as a holiday destination. Travel brochures say that every part of Turkey is a hugely rewarding experience. I am not sure if Turkey is part of the EU yet but the EU and our own Government MUST take action and insist that Turkey make substantial changes to the lives of those in their care before acceptance.

What a moving Documentary. I have never been a fan of Sarah Ferguson but seeing what she is trying to do will make me revise my thoughts.

Still Unsure .....

Having not done this for over a week I had to spend some time on finding how to access it. I am the original technophobe!

I have decided to go on Blogging ........ and when I can think of something to say, Miss Jones will be back online.