Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts

Monday, 27 August 2012

Rain.

I can’t remember when I began to hate the rain, probably because I can’t remember ever feeling good about it either. I have no memories of splashing happily in puddles as a child in brightly coloured wellington’s, all my childhood memories consist entirely of summer days filled with lovely warm sunshine or days of having fun in the winter throwing snowballs and making snowmen.  Not one memory involves rain. It’s to be expected though I suppose. It’s hardly likely to be retained in my long term memory, walking through rain sodden paths on my way to school, or unable to play out because of the wet conditions. Perhaps its all been blotted out like some ink stain and I remember only the glorious warm sunshine and fun packed snow days where we tested our mothers wrath by jumping into a six foot high snowdrift from a wall, arriving home wet through from head to foot. I can’t even remember owning a pair of wellingtons, and my mother is no longer here for me to ask.

So quite when my hatred of rain began is a mystery, but it is loosely coupled with my love for walking, and to a certain extent, to my bouts of depression during the winter months that have plagued me on and off as I have aged. Rain depresses me. It adds to that overall state of greyness and dullness, it makes everything look dismal. The noise of it hammering on the roof, the sight of everyone scurrying along covered in raincoats, holding aloft umbrellas, usually black,  with no time to greet or meet in  the rain, we need to hurry along, too busy trying to exit the wet conditions and anxious to get wherever we are going, out of the rain. And once we arrive, we all look bedraggled, shaking out umbrellas in a vain attempt to rid ourselves of every last drop, rain dripping from ourselves onto the floor, as we leave our wet footprints wherever we walk.

I’d rather stay in bed all day whilst its raining, at least one can take some comfort from hearing it beat against the window whilst being snug, warm and dry. That’s the only time I can gain some enjoyment from the rain.

Technogran

Sunday, 29 August 2010

Fantastic Friday!

We’ve had some really good news! I’ve been awarded the Carer’s grant and so we will be going to Cayton Bay (lot’s of lovely reminiscing for me!) for a few days, staying in a mobile home. I shall of course be taking my camera with me, hopefully we’ll manage to fit in a day in Whitby (want to see the Abbey ruins) and I’ll take lot’s and lot’s of photos.

main-gold-caravan-lounge

Hmm. That wine looks like a bottle of white zinfandel.

We are both really really excited. Its ages ago since we had a holiday and stayed in a mobile home.

bay-cayton

TG

Sorry I haven’t been posting to my blog, been rather busy with other things.

Thursday, 29 July 2010

A trip back to the sixties

These last few days I’ve been transported back to the 60’s. A nostalgic trip back in time that has ended up with me spending a stupid amount of money and also ending up with my  ‘going off’ someone who I used to be crazy about.  It began as it usually does with me surfing the Internet looking for something entirely different. Either that, or I planned to do something else. A quick visit to YouTube, probably to set up my credentials or something, ended up with me listening to The Walker Brothers singing ‘Love Her.’

I was instantly transported to those heady days of ‘Ready Steady Go’ black and white TV, skin tight skirts, trousers and skinny rib jumpers, Mary Quant hairdo’s and my first crush on a pop star.