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Fourth and Last December Blog 2015.

Fourth, Post Christmas and LAST DAY OF THIS YEAR, December Blog.

Yes, all over, bar the shouting. I hope as many of you as possible had a lovely Christmas, or whatever holiday you celebrated.

There was sickness in my home, so things were very demure, quiet, withdrawn even. But every so often, this happens. Cannot be avoided, so we go with the flow, accept things as a fete accomplie, then when over, go on our merry way.

We have watched a few films. “Jurassic World”, in our opinion, was a little underwhelming. Slow to get into the story. Less animatronics than I expected. “The earlier films had much more going for them. However, yesterday we watched The Martian”. Thought this was a great film. Wonderful colour, engaging storyline. Well worth the price. So is “Antman”, a Marvel creation. Comic touches, surprises. Again, worth it. We have more to see, when we feel inclined.

Sound boring? At my age and health, I am no partygoer. Nice food, if I want, as after New Year, I have been promised a new regime. I have to lose weight. Mine has been creeping back up. Not good for my diabetes, even though my blood sugars are often quite low. At least possibly 2 stones. Tough in winter. Quite happy to do it in summer, but I know I must lose some at least! Clothing I bought when aomewhat smaller, no longer fits me. Jeans I spent good money on, and would like to wear again I need yo fit into.

I definitely have a goal. A hard slog, because if my sugars have had a rapid drop, or even a slow one, ha!, I have to eat something sweet.

Anyone else deciding to do the perennial diet?

This year still had problems in store. My fault of course, but I should have done this, I ought to have done that, but I didn’t, so I am blaming this rotten year. GRRRRRRR!’!!!!!!!!
However, lost something in a cab, next day, oh joy, it was found. Had to brave the elements but nonetheless,hat was lost, was recovered. So pleased.

Will 2016 be any better. I sincerely hope so!

The Lowering Storm.

Oninously gathering,
Storm clouds scud along,
Bringing desolation,
Crisis, hardship, all wrong.
My soul cries to the firmament,
Cease this mental toll,
Deliver me to solace,
Wrenching my weary soul.
Tug it from oblivion,
End this emptiness,
Split the clouds asunder,
Drag me from duress.
I am the weary traveler,
The bearer of my pain,
Let the light of healing
Drive it far again.
And in my lonesone heartbeat
Seeps in comfort this way,
Piercing the storm cloud about me,
Leading me from this painful day.

Copyright. Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015, end days.

Take care at this last Festive Day. Thank you for reading my Blogs.

Wishing EVERYONE a VERY HAPPY 2016.

Evelyn

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This entry was posted on December 31, 2015. 5 Comments

Witchy Woman – the fall of Eleanor Cobham, Duchess of Gloucester

Out Island history, bits if the puzzle coming together, but by bit. Evelyn

History... the interesting bits!

300px-Starborough_Castle Sterborough Castle, possible birthplace of Eleanor

Born around 1400 and probably at the castle of Sterborough in Kent, Eleanor Cobham was the daughter of Sir Reginald Cobham of Sterborough and his wife Eleanor, daughter of Sir Thomas Culpeper of Rayal.

As is often the case with Medieval women, nothing is known of Eleanor’s early life. She appeared at court in her early 20s, when she was appointed lady-in-waiting to Jacqueline of Hainault,  Duchess of Gloucester.

Jacqueline had come to England to escape her 2nd husband, the abusive John IV Duke of Brabant. She obtained an annulment of the marriage from the Antipope, Benedict XIII, and married Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, in 1423. He would spend a large amount of their marriage trying to recover Jacqueline’s lands from the Dukes of Brabant and Burgundy.

120px-HumphreyGloucester Humphrey Duke of Gloucester

Humphrey was a younger brother of King Henry V and…

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Third December Blog

Third December Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not one thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn

This entry was posted on December 11, 2015. 2 Comments

Third December Blog

Thir
Third December Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not one thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn
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d December Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not one thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn

December Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not on

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Third December Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not one thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn

ecember Blog.

Not many this month. Too much to do. Too much happening. Weather pretty boring, not one thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn

e thing or another in my area, which can be good. Though it does apoear to fe slightly spitting uoutside now.

So is getting shopping sorted out. Making dertain we have enough of the basics so that we do not run out and have to scrabble in the madnesd to replace. I do have an organising streak, hidden a lot of the time, but that rises to,the surface in times of valuable need.

I hope that most of you are pretty well organsed, like a military campaign. Have to be, or all becomes chaos. And some people love to live chaotically. Maybe not so many as like to be organised at this time of year. But like Bob Cratchet, he and his family had to be organised so that their meagre Celebration went as well as possible.

Seasonal Joys.

Deck the halls and homes with holly,
Tinsel trees and Santas, jolly.
Trudging home with bags a’laden,
Vegetables and turkeys, to our havens.
Presents, gift wrap, baubles plenty,
Garlands dangling, oh, what bounty.
Mince pies, whisky, port so merry,
In the pud goes sunshine sherry.
For the fellas, beer and wine
Supping glass at dinnertime.
Christmas pudding, cream and trifle,
Little Timmy wants a rifle.
Santa, is he PC these days?
Do boys hanker, guns to play?
Do girls really want a dolly?
Cooking kitchen, costing lolly.
Is it all now playing XBox?
Lads recieving Seasonal sox.
Slippers for your Uncle Esra,
Smellies For Aunt Dee at Bethesda.
Got to get those gifts in wrapping,
Cat grabs garland, toes are tapping.
Halfway up the tree, he’s climbing,
Not a word for this that’s rhyming.
So we’re on our Christmas journey,
Next year, off to where it’s burny.

Tra la la la la, tra la, la, laaaaa!

Cooyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Have a safe Christmas, be joyful, be kind to each other.

Evelyn

This entry was posted on December 11, 2015. 2 Comments

Second December Blog

Second December Blog.

Windswept.

‘Tis the season
For winds to blow,
For darker mornings,
And tales of woe.

Of rain and water,
Banks overflowing,
Sweeping torrents,
Seasonal lights glowing.

Rivers rushing
Down the streets,
The gushing river
Goes flowing, replete.

In rainy weather.
Seeping under
The closed front door,
Whoa! Crack of thunder.

No time for sandbags
On the floor. Sofgy
Mats and furniture
Doggy paws, and all verdure.

Carpets wet
In shop floor fronts,
Damp electrics,
On. Danger, bent.

Will the deluge
Never cease?
So we can sleep
In bed, in peace.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

I am sorry for all those affected by floods. Terrible at any time. Even worse when Christmas is looming just around the corner.

Dampness all around, it seems. What more can I say, other than I wish a speedy return to normal to all those affected.

Be as safe ad you can.

Evelyn

This entry was posted on December 9, 2015. 2 Comments

Ely in the morning – a fab day out.

Lots of fascinating information about our old churches and history fir people who live too far away to visit or those who cannot walk much.
Thank you Jane.

Jane Risdon

Ely Cathedral, Cambridge (c) Jane Risdon 2013Ely Cathedral, Cambridge (c) Jane Risdon 2013

Ely Cathedral (c) Jane Risdon 2013 Ely Cathedral (c) Jane Risdon 2013

At the beginning of September I was lucky enough to have a wonderful treat.  I was given a really special weekend – as you may already know I had a fab time at Prom in the Park (see my previous blog), and on the other day I was taken to see Ely Cathedral in Cambridge.  I was so excited.  I had heard too much about it I wanted to see it for myself and on that lovely sunny Sunday we set off to visit the cathedral and the little city of Ely.  Neither the little city nor the cathedral disappointed.

A little history about the Cathedral:

There has been a church on this site since AD 673, when St. Ethelreda founded her monastery,.  She was a Saxon princess, the daughter of the King of East Anglia.  She married twice, for political…

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This entry was posted on December 6, 2015. 5 Comments

First December Blog

First December Blog.

Carols.

In the bleak midwinter,
Or so the carol tells,
But times have changed
And not so bleak,
And not so many bells.

Written by Christina Rosetti,
An English Victorian gal,
Who included this poem
In Poetical Works,
Before 1872, for Regale.

Lots of carols were written
In 1800s around,
Were people more pious?
Were winters so bleak?
Was there always snow on the ground?

Or were writers just more poetic,
One hundred years or more will pass by
With wonderous things to beguile
Man, woman and boy, had little to do,
So the winters were more of a trial.

Today there are sports and cinemas,
And of course, the Internet sings
Each day we’re awake,
What pleasures we take
For enjoyment, and all of those things.

So sing well, my jolly people,
The Carols we all know so well,
The Holly and the Ivy,
Or Rudolph’s red nose,
Or Joy Unto All, Ring The Bells.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 2015.

Some love it, some dread it. Yes, that time of the year has come around again, most of us are eulogising over the Holiday to come.

I know I may be a tad early, but no use leaving everything to the last minute. I do not have family coming over any more. I do not have pets to worry about and make sure all their food and accesories are bought and stored.

What I fo have to sort out, like most, are getting Christmas cards written and sent, especially those Overseas. There is also food to be listed, thought about, ordered, if like us, you have it delivered ( gone are the days stood waiting at the checkout for two hours whilst your ice cubes drip drip in the trolley over the cold goodd you bought the ice for, to keep everything cold). The agonising standing whist other trolley pushers, overloaded, push past you in your neverending queue line, halfway down an aisle.

For those of us lucky enough to live in a town where stores deliver your goods ( for a price) , it is so much simpler. Oh, you will always want to browse for cheeses or extra nice ham, or some tipple your particular store does not stock. This is a given. But it is not the main hassle. This has all been completed early. The odds and ends are at a more leisurely pace so that when completed, you have more time to rest, your feet do not hurt as much and you deserve a pat on the back for being well organised.

My cards are almost written. My problem is that the envelopes are mostly red. Black ink does NOT show up well on red paper. For the machines at the Post Offices and the delivery guys to be able oto clearly read who the cards are going to, I need sticky white labels. I bought some last year, I bought some more earlier this year, have no clue where they might be after the sort out!

Gift wrapping I am beginning to despise. Often items are peculiar shapes. No nice oblong/rectangular boxes or square shaped. Much easier to wrap up. No, jars, bottles, not good. Luckily, I no longer have toys to wrap. A blessing, if ever there was one.

Happiness and disappointments. That is what it comes down to.

So, my friends, this will not be my last missive this month, so wishes will come later.

Be careful, be safe, watch for those colds and flu.

Evelyn

This entry was posted on December 3, 2015. 4 Comments