My Beloved London

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It is not common for me to post at this time, as it is quite late here in London. But I have something on my mind. It is with a heavy heart that I write this.

Some of you may have heard about what happened in my beloved London today. (If you want to read about it, click here).

(I wrote on Facebook): ‘My heart goes out to the families of the deceased, and may those who were injured recover swiftly’.

Thank you to wonderful Tony (at Tony Burgess blog) and amazing Amy T (Picking Up the Pieces) for checking in on Little Yum-Yum and I on Facebook. I really appreciate it.

For the past few hours, I have been hearing search helicopters, as there was a crowd of police and a ‘lock down’ at Kennington Tube Station. (Click here to view).

For those who follow my son’s blog, it was only Friday (17.03.17 – 5 days ago) that I posted it was a glorious day, so we went to Kennington park (see image from his blog below).

Whilst I do not live in Kennington, this is just too close to home.

I want to swear. I want to cry. I want to hide forever. I want to shout. I want to scream.

But most of all, I want World Peace.

I can’t take this any more. As I listen to the helicopter circulating, I look at my innocent son, worried about his future. And the thing is nowhere is safe as this bulls**t is happening everywhere.

Peace.

World Peace.

It’s not just London; I think this way about every single tragic event I read about all over the world.

This beautiful world we live in, but humans choose to self-destruct.

I’m drawing to a close now, as I am finding it difficult to type through the tears, pain and sorrow. (Please accept my apologies in advance for any typos). I just want to ‘say’ one last thing.

I pray every single night. Sometimes, I simply thank Him for my blessings, because I feel guilty for asking  for too much. More often than not though, my prayers are long. I even pray for the same things when I go to Mass Friday mornings. At times, some of the things I pray for change. But one thing does not…

I pray for God to help mankind. And I’ll never stop praying for that.

Stay safe. Stay well.

Good night folks.

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I’ve Lost My Voice

Yes folks, I’ve lost my voice.

Master Maximus had the biggest grin across his face this morning when he realised.

I have a bad cold too. I just want to curl up and hibernate until summer.

But, I can’t, so here are a some giggles on me! 🙂

That Time of Year Again

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Yes, folks. Today is my 41st birthday.

I’m still kind of celebrating this year… I’ve bought presents for Max instead! He’ll be pleased!

Spending time with my Little Yum-Yum, it’s highly likely that I will not be able to read your posts/respond to your messages until tomorrow or the day after.

Have a wonderful day everyone.

Love, P.x

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A&E/ER

So… I’ve just got back home from A&E/ER.

Max thought it would be a good idea to shove part of a toy up his left nostril – whilst we were watching TV, waiting for his new craze, Power Rangers, Dino Supercharge.

I power-walked like crazy to the hospital, as it was quicker than calling a cab/taxi, ambulance, or waiting for public transport. Even if I did have a car, there would be nowhere to park, or the the car park at the hospital would be extortionate.

By the time we got to the hospital, I was an emotional wreck, and burst into tears as I was talking to the nurse. Max on the other hand, was saying “Don’t cry mummy, I’m OK. It’s alright”. Shame on me.

Anyway, Max was telling the doctor not to touch him, or he’ll call the police, and that he should leave me alone, because I’m his mummy. My very own bodyguard! To cut a long story short, I would have had to go to a different hospital tomorrow to have the part removed if they didn’t try today. Oh, hell no. So, I told the hospital staff that we were going to have to do a take down on Little Yum-Yum. The thought of spending all day in hospital was a no-no! It took two nurses and myself to hold him down, and a doctor to take the part of the toy out with a tweezers. The doctor got a telling off for going against Max’s wishes. In Max’s own words “You didn’t listen to me. I told you to leave me alone”.

Fortunately, all is now well.

We left just before 3.00 pm and were gone for approximately two and a half hours. We were there for as long as we were because Max refused to be touched. Man, this child can talk for Britain.

I am so grateful for the NHS and its staff.

I will destroy anyone verbally, who dares to put the NHS down; a system we are so fortunate to have. Staff are amazing and patient. Care is outstanding.

They are second to none. ❤