Grancangirlcan't

Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 1 October 2017

The comment from 'Grancangirl', for just a nano second, upset me. My initial reaction to nasty posts always has the same affect on me. I read it once, then again, then wonder what I did to make 'Grancangirl', and the likes of her, be so hurtful. And then I remember that I am in favour or free speech and if i don't like unfavourable comments I should stop writing blogs. My ego, however, is always massaged by being stopped in the supermarket by my blog readers. Nothing like an intimate chat over the soups to know who your friends are.

So sorry to disappoint 'Grancangirl' but I am still bleating lots of rubbish on radio, telly and various salubrious venues, which you dear girl, will probably never turn up to, being superglued as you are to your trolling station.

This morning I was woken by three fluttering Blue Tits on the bird feeder hanging outside the bedroom window, secured there yesterday by my faithful Great Tit, who is at present, taking a video of at least five little birds pecking at the peanuts. I heard him shout 'Look at the tits on that' and a yelp of delight as a Nuthatch joined them for lunch. 'Grancangirl', just as an afterthought, the little Tit is a symbol of love and understanding, just saying.

This morning, to celebrate the first day of October I put on my walking boots, a blue Kagul, and a rucksack, courtesy of on my dawter's cast offs, and commenced my 10,000 steps in the drizzle; I took off my glasses as I couldn't see for the spray. All up hill, past B's old school, past the old police station, past the vets, past the pub, left onto the Green, past the church, down towards the supermarket and into the shop to get my free 'Observer' newspaper. I packed the rucksack with Coconut water, bean sprouts from the cheap shelf, creme caramel for the old git and my paper.

I set off down hill for my last three hundred steps. Got to the Farm, and called my chauffeur who obliged. As my wrist buzzed with my 10.000'th step he flashed me.

The old git turned the car around, I swung my load into the back and flopped down on the front seat. We were home two minutes later to porridge, sausages and coffee.

I've read the papers and now I'm researching a telly prog I'm filming next Friday - sorry 'Grancangirl'. The rest of the day will be taken up with thinking about gardening, thinking about bathing in an Epsom salt bath and thinking about life before technology when Sunday's were taken up with real activities, including singing round the piano, arguing over Monopoly and debating the merits of censorship.

Happy Hunters Moon, on Thursday, and may your October be filled with gits, tits and nuts.

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Comments

1. At October 3, 2017 4:42 PM 'L' wrote:

Tits? Oh yes! Give me some Jeni!
xxx

2. At October 7, 2017 4:22 AM Carol wrote:

Dear Jeni
I look forward to your blog. You have a full , interesting loving life.
Unlike some poor lonely people who it seems are a bit jealous. They wouldn't have the courage to say those nasty things to anyone's face.
More strength and good health to you
so we can all keep hearing from you.
I was hoping you would do another tv series with chefs. Loved the Xmas one. Big kiss and hugs to you

3. At October 10, 2017 9:39 PM Shireen Al Hosein wrote:

hello jeni! :)

so random that i am here right now.. reading this post

i am an island girl from trinidad and tobago..

for the past 2 weeks i happened to stumble upon the bbc world outlook programme on the radio..

and it made me happy.. and strangely nostalgic and.. at home in a way

then today i remembered..

it reminds me of my time when i lived in london on 2009
i used to listen to your programme on lbc religiously..
every afternoon

they were so lovely
thought provoking.. quirky

i especially remember the one on white feathers and the presence of an angel...
(ironically i used to live in angel)

anyway..
maybe it is a coincidence

(but you know.. in the hebrew language there is no word as coincidence..)

maybe sheer chance..
but..

i would just like you to know
i loved your presence of the radio oh so long ago..

so much so years later..
i am here to remind you what a beautiful soul you are..

a white feather indeed

you take care :)
and be happy

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