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What’s your favorite word?

Surely Peace must be everyone’s favourite word; and if not why not? It’s a five letter powerhouse of a word  encompassing every situation in life and history. Endowing moments with hope and a future for everyone to benefit from.A great leveller and a respecter of life and resources.

Peace be with you World.

What are you doing this evening?

We’re on holiday in Cornwall.We came back from a seven mile  circular walk which included the Saint’s Trail to Perranporth,through the sand dunes and back up to Sunny Meadows campsite where we are staying.

We left at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and arrived back at 7pm.We were hungry,so we popped out to the local shop and bought the ingredients for Meatballs and pasta in a tomato sauce.

I enjoyed cooking them and though my legs got stiffer as the evening went on, we needed sustenance and once we were able to sit down and eat,it was the best feeling in the World.

We spent the rest of the evening reading and tidying up and nodding off before bedtime.Good Day.

What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

Is holding a gun to my head and shooting me; a personality trait.It’s the capability and the lack of remorse that is a red flag and I would know if someone has this capability wouldn’t I?

Otherwise, personality traits don’t bother me.As we all develop them and hopefully learn to give each other space.

Describe your ideal week.

I really can’t imagine an ideal week,too much can happen in a week An ideal minute yes,for good things have a momentary taste,an instantaneous celebration and then a warm glow

It’s a given,the warm glow may last all week,but there’s no guarantee.

Perhaps a week with a warm glow would be ideal,but I don’t idolise ideals.Just like perfection,idealism is a kind of hedonism which just doesn’t fit with my outlook on life.

Have a good one,whatever time period you choose.

Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.

To all intents and purposes the then plain Mary Peters was a true amateur athlete who worked at her day job while training to take on the World in  what was then a very troubled Northern Ireland

Nowadays her amazing achievements,the pinnacle of which,was a Gold  Medal in the Women’s Pentathlon  at the Munich Olympics in 1972 could only be achieved by a professional full-time athlete.

Perhaps ,Mary herself knew this ,as in her adopted home of Northern Ireland she started a foundation that promotes sports talent by funding future stars,Rory McIlroy being one of the foundations alumni.

Nevertheless,as an amateur she was professional in her approach and as I remember a shining example to everyone of how to behave as a Sports Personality.

Surely the true meaning of a professional is bringing success to others and through her endeavours and no doubt in very difficult circumstances in Northern Ireland she has persisted in being a beacon of light and inspiration to everyone in whatever their field.

How do you relax?

Relaxing and Breathing are so much part of my everyday life that I am actually a windbag.

Sometime in my development,I learned how not to breathe.My lungs would never fill and I became a tense,nervous child.

It took me to my adulthood to experience the magic of stopping and having a breather.

I suppose I must have picked up a book and read some advice on breathing properly and discovered the benefits, of feeling fresh air flowing deep into my lungs,

It’s what we are meant to do. It’s the basic building block to refresh and energise and make ready for whatever task lies ahead.

Savour it and enjoy it and take your time to breathe.

Namaste

If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?

The one word I would remove from my regular spoken vocabulary is tired as I very often use it as an excuse to shut down whatever I’m feeling or to stop me having to make an effort.

We ,nowadays, are rarely tired.Being genuinely tired and being able to rest is a lovely feeling.

More often than not we use being tired as an excuse to avoid effort,sometimes the effort to keep a relationship alive or to complete a task we see as being repetitive and boring.

The joke is very much on me,because when I do whatever I’m supposed to do and think through the problem or challenge,I always feel good.

I will say to myself I’m too tired to do this,but inevitably I’m not,inevitably it’s just worth getting on and doing something,

I even did it while writing just now,while trying to think about what I really wanted to say.I closed my eyes and said to myself.

       “It’s late,I’m tired”

When I closed my eyes,my brain wouldn’t let me sleep,so I continued.

Was it for the best.Yes,I think so.

Namaste.

Are you holding a grudge? About?

Jeez,what a strange prompt.Funny that’s not one of my proclivities. I always, felt I was capable enough of handling situations so why hold a grudge when you can resolve something, anything in your life if you have the will.

Anyway, holding grudges is about as useful as trying to count grains of sand.The grains come in all shapes and sizes and there are so many to count that the numbers would be infinitesimal.What a waste of time.

Move on punk…..

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Leaving home for some is a long process that happens over many years.There may be many preparations and arrangements to be made before the “never to return” point is met or agreed.Perhaps you only leave home when you cohabit for the first time or indeed get married.

Some people, like me ,have it thrust upon them. My sister was in the middle of doing her PhD and couldn’t bear to have me around.My dad had been dead about two years and my sister had bought a house with my mum’s money with the idea that we would all live together,but it proved impossible.

Basically she told my mum that I would have to live somewhere else.

So I got a summer job on an island as a barmaid and never returned home.There was sea and a ferry  between me and my old home. All in all it was probably about a hundred miles.

It was a very different life and when I finished my summer job ,I went  to University and lived in digs and on graduation moved to Birmingham.

All the time moving further away from my old home,never to return.My mum, God bless her soul  always wanted me to go back,but I never would; and now; that old home seems a million miles away.A piece of history.A place that used to exist and  you can’t get any farther than that.

What does your ideal home look like?

I think I ended up at the Ideal Home Exhibition in London by accident one time.Don’t ask me how.I spent most of my time at the cookery demonstrations which is telling.

Bricks and Mortar are not my thing, my only care about cladding is that it’s safe and fireproof and my preference is for a wildlife garden.Don’t care for wallpaper or fancy sofas.

Caravans are ideal homes as you get a lot of fresh air and you can be located in any area of natural outstanding beauty with a decent campsite

Oh dear have I got this wrong,should I be talking about how many bedrooms and bathrooms I need and location and house valuations.The size of my garage whether it be double and if it is automated and if I need security gates and webcams.

Home is where my huerto is.