Toothpaste is the food of love.

Do you remember singing a chorus in the 60’s (if you are old enough!) that went, “And they will know we are Christians by our love,by our love…”. But do they? Do other people look at us and know who we belong to because we exude love?hypocrite.

I am often told that the Church is full of hypocrites and that is the reason some of the folk that I know don’t go. They obviously haven’t seen the poster that says “The Church is not full of hypocrites, there is always room for one more.” Thankfully that is why most of us are there, we know who we want to be and that we always fall short, but again most of us who do attend Church realise that our Father has made it possible for us to spend time with him; we ,flawed human beings can go there because we are forgiven, past, present and future. He saw to that by letting Jesus take the blame for all that we do/have done. He then continues working on us until we spend eternity in his company.

When we understand just how much we are loved and forgiven, it is then that the words of that chorus should show. Since the move, as you know if you read this blog,I have been looking for work. I am sure that the job is out there, I just keep opening doors. In the meantime we live on a very tiny income. I have just been amazed at the love that others have shown us. So many people rallied together to help us move, find furniture and things we needed for the house, then they moved it. They listened to my complaining and my sadness and plied me with coffee and tea<a Friends still come regularly to see me and with them come packets of biscuits, bags of logs,envelopes with a little cash, I even found a £20 note in my kitchen scales and each thing is given in love and as Tesco says "Every Little Helps!". My friends aren't rich but they like to share, I hope that I too am generous. Today I was unpacking a little bag that someone had put in my bedroom, it contained a few luxury items such as hair products and a beautiful scarf, but in the bottom of the bag was a tube of toothpaste as they had noticed our empty tubes in the bathroom, now that is love.

Hugh, Pugh, Barney Mcgrew, Cuthbert ,Dibble and Grub

samI just met some nice firemen in my living room. I lit the fire because it is a very windy night and a bit chilly. It began to blaze away and I was standing there thinking how easily it had lit, when a passer-by banged on the window to tell me that fire was coming out of the chimney of either my flat or the one upstairs,

I went up to the back garden to see a lovely display of sparks cascading over the trees and towards the canal. I yelled to my neighbour who unfortunately had imbibed a little too much and looked at me blankly. After a momentary panic, Matron clicked in and all the fire lectures I have attended over the years.

I threw a bucket of water into the woodburner cutting of the source and dialled 999. It took about 15 minutes for the boys in yellow to find us, and by then it seemed to have gone out. They checked him upstairs and made sure he was safe, looked at me sternly and suggested I get the chimney sweep out tomorrow.

I just felt a bit embarrassed. I’m glad that it was dark and the sparks showed up and I am so grateful to the lady who let me know. The wind is roaring down the chimney and thankfully the temperature outside has risen with it. No more heating until the chimney is done.



Job Hunting

job imageI have been filling out a plethora of application forms. Although I was told to paste a C.V. to my job searching site ,I find that almost every post says “Do not attach C.V. or your application will not be considered.”
So I sit and type out my work history and my school examination results again and again. They also ask to see original certificates and I do have ageing scrolls and pieces of paper that have turned brown at the edges with my results on. I should ask them to wear gloves and put them on a cushion to read them.

Who remembers what date they started a job in the past 30 years? I have enough trouble remembering which year.They probably don’t want to know that far back, but I feel that if I did it and worked hard at it they should have to read about it!

Then they want referees. Most of the folk that I worked with are well into retirement or have passed on ,if you know what I mean.

Thankfully I have some really compos mentis friends. (If you didn’t do Latin at school then “Vae autem vobis amicis meis.” “Woe to you my friends”, actually I don’t remember that much either I looked it up.) I found a definition of compos mentis it said “able to think clearly and be in control of and responsible for your actions:” I have never been that; which is half the problem, and why I keep ending up in difficult situations. But some of my friends are, or at least give the impression that they are in control of themselves, so they will kindly write about me to anyone who asks.

So far I have only received polite refusals from prospective employers ,but I live in hope. One of the infuriating things that happens is that I fill out reams of pages only to find tacked on the end “must be a car driver and have access to a vehicle.” Why? For the past few decades I have traveled the country by public transport, bicycle and shank’s pony and I got every where I was supposed to be.

As you can tell I am behaving like the woman of a certain age that I am. Having coffee with friends the other day we discussed what small things made us annoyed. Mine was being called by my christian name by a spotty irk who sits behind a desk, calls me from a government organisation or receives me for an appointment. What happened to having respect for your elders or position. Anyway my neighbour calls me “Margaret”. I have given up correcting him, so Margaret it is. I might put that on a few forms, then when my name is called I shan’t feel so prickly.

Must continue filling in the boxes, now what Grade did I get for Home economics…….?