It's foggy here this morning.




*sniff*

I've still got a cold - it's now affecting my voice as well. I start to talk and half way through a sentence my throat constricts and I end up coughing, it's so bloody annoying - I like talking!

So it's going to be quiet at work today, they'll all think they've gone deaf. Thank goodness I've got no interviews to undertake. I interviewed a man on Friday that had turned up and left his personality at home, if he had one to start with that is. It was so warm in the room that I my eyes were watering as I tried hard not to yawn. Every time we asked him a question he started his answer with: Well, I don't know, I've no experience of that, I suppose.... - it was like pulling teeth - had he even read the job description? I hadn't had anything to do with the drawing up of the candidates and I was only interviewing this one because Simon had to go to a contract meeting, but it did make me wonder how he'd got to the interviewing stage.

*Achoo*

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I didn't really do much yesterday - other than nodding off to sleep. We did visit my mum's & Himself mum's graves and took some flowers. I don't visit my mum's grave as much as I use to, at the beginning I went up everyday - I think part of me was trying to find her, stupid through that sounds. When the undertaker took her body away the house felt different - so empty, difficult to explain. It left a void that you could actually physically feel. As time passed and I started to accept that she wasn't at her grave - she'd told me often enough when she was alive after all. She spoke openly of death, it wasn't something to be feared - she kept drumming home the fact that once she'd gone her body would just be an empty shell and no use to her want so ever, not that it was much use to her now, she said. If she was anywhere it would be with us, especially if we needed her and not waiting for us to visit her in some graveyard. It took time after her passing to accept that, but I have and although I like to keep her grave tidy and with flowers, to me it's just a place of remembrance now - a sure sign that I've move on.

Himself's mums ashes are buried with her parents. The original church was destroyed in a storm in 1976, I think it was struck by lightening and caught fire, but don't quote me on that, I was only 11 at the time. They built the new church inside the shell of the old one. It's still an amazing building and some of the graves date back to the 1700's. Quite a few of Stanley Baldwin relatives are buried there. Just before she died Himself's mum told me she used to work as a maid for Mr Baldwin in Bewdley, and how nice his wife was. When I questioned my sister-in-law about it, she showed me a old photo of my mother-in-law outside the house, that she'd unearthed whilst researching the family tree.






















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*cough*

Youngest son announced on Saturday night that he was going to Worcester on the bus to watch a firework display with his girlfriend. I asked who else was going with him, because no way was he travelling to Worcester by himself on a Saturday night - too many drunks could be lurking and it wasn't safe as far as I was concerned. He declared that he was going by himself and meeting her at the bus station. We ended up having a ten minute discussion - sounds a hell of a lot better than argument - about him not being a baby, that he was old enough to go by himself, that he could take care of himself, and even more importantly - he hadn't seen his girlfriend for over a week and he missed her, etc.... you get the drift.

Eventually we agreed on him catching the bus there and letting me pick him up afterwards - and believe me that was a hard fought battle - no wonder I colour my hair! Ten minutes later a group of his friends called and he instantly changed his mind, he was going to the club to play darts instead - so much for him missing the girlfriend then. Why me? They don't bloody well tell you about this at antenatal class!

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Is it just me – and I’ll willingly admit to being inquisitive, it sounds a hell of a lot better than nosey - but does anyone else follow the links from one blog site to another. I find it really interesting; you can end up in China before you know it. I was talking to Nicole about it – and she said it felt a little like snooping, but she’s done it anyway *gasp*. I personally don’t have a problem – a lady called Cheryl, going back about a month, left a link to her blog in a comment box. I was never sure whether she’d linked from my website or from Blogger. If she’d linked from Blogger and then clicked on the link to my website she must have got a bit of a shock :-P

I would never leave a comment - unless I knew the person or had contact with them first via e-mail, but I don’t mind mooching. As my blog site is linked to my web page, I’d hope that people would feeling they could comment if they wanted to – of course, as the cloud picture proved, that’s probably not going to be the case.

*sneeze*