Entering the castle cave.

Isn’t it funny how things aren’t how you remember as a child? Time paints events with a rosy hue. Places seem bigger. Fears seem magnified. Some places are imbued with a sense of deja vu although we can say for certain we’ve never been there before.

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This picture shows a path leading to a cave that I visited as a teenager. This cave is located in Carreg Cennan castle in West Wales.

28 years ago was the last time I was here. Then the cave seemed claustrophobic and spooky and very dark. Today revisiting as an adult I was surprised by how relatively spacious and unscary it was.

Time hey? It makes fools of all of us.

We’re so blessed to live where we do. Admittedly it rains a lot but when the sun is shining we are spoilt for choice for beautiful places to visit. There are several beaches less than half an hour away. Multiple castles and breathtaking walks. Blessed indeed.

I don’t want to offend you but…..

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This is so true. We bend over backwards to accommodate everybody’s rights but at the cost and expense of our own integrity. Political correctness has completely taken over with horrifying results. When a 9 month old baby can be tried for murder and police are unable to wipe sickening images from a paedophiles laptop before it’s returned to him then we know for sure we are once again living in the days of Noah as prophesied in the Bible.

Once again the image is from Pinterest .

A very surreal conversation. (Third rate romance)

Let me set the scene. I was early 20′s. I’d just finished a longish relationship with an older guy. I wasn’t fresh off the boat green but I was still young and quite sheltered and naive in my ways.

This is not my funniest relationship story but was undoubtedly the strangest and definitely falls into the third rate romance category.

I was working in a small shop in North London. It was a typical 9-5 job and we had an hour off for lunch. My female boss and I got on fairly well and enjoyed a few laughs. She was totally different to me, was into riding motorbikes and leathers and all that. Quite often her friends would call into the shop to visit with her and pass their time away.

One such time my eyes were drawn to her male friend. He was quite cute and seemed agreeable enough. We got talking and he invited me out for lunch at the local pub. For some reason this date was delayed for a week or so.

During this delay my boss/friend took me to one side and expressed slight concern over our coming date. It’s a long time ago so I don’t remember her exact words but I believe they ran along the lines of “My friend has been ill, he has some problems, be careful”.

Well I thought the date is arranged now so in for a penny in for a pound so to speak…

The day came. My date arrived. We sat down and ordered our food and drinks. We’d both made an effort to dress up. He looked and smelt good. So far so good.

While we waited for our lunch we made small talk. I think we started off on music and then our mutual friend and so on. Given how excruciatingly awful these things can be it was going OK.

And then he dropped his bombshell and opened his mouth and told me he was the Antichrist. I really don’t recall if my boss had used the exact word schizophrenia in regards to her friend but I was obviously taken aback and nonplussed.

I ran the gamut of the possibility of him joking but actually something quite creepy in his voice and eyes told me he was deadly serious.

Well what would you say in response to that?

I probably in retrospect could have done better than telling him I was a committed Christian who believed in Jesus Christ and I didn’t believe he was the Antichrist.

With that he ran out of the pub leaving me on my own and with 2 lunches that had just arrived. I gave it 5 minutes to see if he would return but he didn’t not even to grab his forgotten jacket. Feeling relieved I’d had a lucky escape I ate my lunch, paid for both meals to the bar man’s amusement and made my way back to work at my usual time.

I don’t remember if I ever saw him again after that. I must have discussed it with my friend.

It wasn’t the fact he was schizophrenic that put me off him. He could not help that just as I could not help falling into depression years later. It was just so strange the way he ran out of that bar as if his heels were on fire! I have had several dates and a long marriage since then so I don’t think it was me. He obviously had issues and my remarks unfortunately touched a further nerve.

Must be the most surreal date I’ve ever had though.
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Each heart.

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I’m ok by the way before people worry but I often reflect on this verse and it’s truth. There is real beauty and understanding in these wise words.

There are times and events and feelings and things that happen to us that we can’t share with others not even those close to us. Not because we don’t want to but because we are unable to articulate our feelings into coherent words. There are some painful things that I only tell to my heavenly Father who loves me enough to bottle my tears.

It’s probably the same way we feel when we’re in a crowd of friends , surrounded and thronged on each side yet alone.

There is a vacuum and a void inside that can only be filled by God. He is a safe place to rest. He will never think less of you or shun you or gossip about you to others. He will always stick close to you. It may seem trite but He is only a prayer away and just waiting for us to call on Him.

When good and bad things happen to us, although friends and family try to understand they cannot see the depths of our hearts or know what makes it sing. Only He can.

Many an introvert is ecstatic inside and many an extrovert is faking their smile. This verse reminds us we are not alone. Someone truly cares and His name is Jesus.

The Great British Blog off.

Ok. Contestants, if you could just take your places and I’ll present your blogging challenges. We’ve got everything from writing a story in 50 words, haiku’s, prose, flash fiction and so forth….

Well as you’ve probably realised my opening paragraph is pure nonsense but I’ve written it because my topic for today is about a certain genre of TV programmes.

This genre is an offshoot of reality TV and concerns those programmes such as The Great British Bake off and the one I’m thinking of today, the Great British Sewing bee.
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Whilst I get extremely fed up with all the repeats on television and the constant remakes of old classics I do like these new reality programmes.

They both cover skills that are not taught as much these days namely baking and sewing. They take ordinary people from all walks of life and then watch them undergoing several challenges under the eye of genial presenters and watchful, discerning , experts in their fields judges. It’s a tried and tested formula and I find the programmes addictive viewing.

At the start of these series there is always a contestant with a stand out quirky character. Some contestants shine straight away, others have a less auspicious beginning. Indeed there are some who are almost written off to begin with but then show signs of improvement and our natural instinct to root for the underdog sets in.

To begin they are set fairly easy tasks to accomplish but as the series continue the challenges and skill sets needed increase. By the end of the series the contestants are taking on major projects and the is where the weaker people are sifted like the chaff from the wheat.

I admire the people who compete in these programmes tremendously and I love learning new ways to bake and sew but there is no way I’d ever subject myself to going on one of these shows. Firstly I don’t have the necessary talent and secondly I don’t work well to deadlines or under pressure.

So. If you’ve never caught up with these programmes I recommend them. They’re easy watching, entertaining and you might learn  something. But please BBC . The great allotment show??? Please no.

Till next time.

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