May 20th 2025
Beethoven's Seventh Symphony
Morning Sunshine People! xx
I love my club. Aston Villa so The Holy Trinity show to start my day.
Thanks Peter. Up the Mighty Villa and so the day starts after a fitful night's sleep.
I had left my statin tablets with the bike in Gosport so started taking them again last night, maybe the reason for the night I have just had.
Slept at 9:30 pm, in a really beautiful B & B just south of Chichester.
Woke at 12:30 am, internet stuff and reading for an hour. Sleep.
Woke at 2:30 am, another hour awake thinking about yesterday, the amazing people met and an incredibly wonderful family from four decades ago, the Eastaughs on 'Ashma' Park, Wolverhampton. Sleep.
Now awake at 5:30 am and listening to MY HERO, Patch Adams. That is him at the top of the page!
68 years old I may be but I am allowed a hero, a role model and a person to emulate. The reason for my yellow, smiley face tie; which had a new signature placed onto it yesterday, an old lady, Norma, who chatted with me for three quarters of an hour as I ate my lunch in a Greggs, within a Tesco superstore in Havant, Hampshire.
Favourite book when a child
Passion in life
Thanks Norma (Jean).
"Start talking to strangers" Patch speaking in the film, Patch Adams with Robin Williams.
Personally as I cycle, walk through a town, sit in a cafe, whatever, I try to say hello to fifty people a day. Some reply "hello" and smile, some don't.
Some, like Norma and afterwards John, who wanted to tell me about his owl collection! John has got a Spectacled Owl as a pet, oh and six others; some want to chat. I will always give time.
John told me of all of them as I was heading towards Halfords, once again in Havant. He also said his wife was in Tescos and that he had had a heart attack two weeks ago! Two stents put in through his shoulders, John stood in front of me to prevent me moving on! LOL.
Back in 2009 I spent the summer holidays, I was still a teacher back then at Rigby Hall Special School in Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, sleeping in the back of the car, travelling through Spain.
I was in Merida when I received a text from Mum.
My instructions from Mum was to text me the cricket scores of The Ashes series in England at that time. England were playing Australia at Headingly and every session my dearest Mum would text me a quick statement on the state of affairs.
The text on this occasion read . . .
"England doing terribly, Dad's had three heart attacks."
Note the order.
Dad was fine with three stents that I think went through his groin. My wonderful funny Dad lived for another 15 years but that is another story.
Watch the film, Patch Adams and then find out about the real Patch Adams.
Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and soul.
I love you as the plant that was never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love because I know no other way than this.
Where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
from the book "100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor" by Pablo Neruda
Tickle My Feathers!
I want to give love with all my heart!
