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London Olympics 2012 – It’s all over…

‘All good things come to an end,’

is what  they always say.

The joy, the sadness, bitterness too,

has touched the World,

and, maybe, touched you.


The nation has such talented beings,

from Michael Phelps to Bradley Wiggins.

I have been sat on the edge of my seat,

watching the rowers and cyclists,

bravely compete.

In fact,  there’s not a sport I didn’t watch,

I cheered on all the GB team,

and turned the sound up a notch.

They all did so well it would seem.

We were with you all the way.

I’d wished I was in the crowd,

but it wasn’t to be for your special day

Team GB made their country  feel proud.


I got to watch it all on TV

and in Plymouth on the Big Screen,

It meant everything to me,

 It made me feel like a Queen.

Now it seems like a lifetime away,

London Olympics is done,

What will I do with all my days?

Well I’ll be waiting for the next one.



The Paralympics will be with us soon,

29th August ’til September.

I know I’ll be there from morning ’til noon,

Well later too if I remember.


I love watching sports,

I used to take part.

Doesn’t matter which sorts,

They lift up my heart.


I have to say that the London Olympics 2012 were the best I’ve ever seen. The BBC did a very good job as did every commentator and presenter. The Olympians should feel so proud of themselves because they were truly an inspiration to future generations. They took defeat with grace, were supportive of each other and did GB proud.


Three Cheers For Team GB


Britain’s Got Talent…I think

I love this time of the year because it’s when one of my favourite shows is aired on TV.

I have watched this show since it first started in the UK in June 2007, when Paul Potts became the first winner, and I am almost addicted to the whole idea. So much so that I wrote out my predictions of who the final three would be and popped them in an envelope, ( just like Ant and Dec have done,  although my envelope is white and theirs is gold), to be opened on Saturday night during the final. I know. How sad am I! The problem with me doing that so early is, I won’t know if my final three will reach the final anyway. Having said that I am confident they will get there.

I love watching the auditions, mainly because Britain sure has a multitude of ‘odd’ people out there. I guess it kind of makes me feel normal. Ahem! Where do they think up their ideas? I mean, how many friends do you have that would line up in front of you, take their shirts off and let you throw plungers at their backs hoping they would stick? Also, would you volunteer to be a magician’s assistant, if he locked you in the stocks whilst on your knees and, after the judges showed their disapproval by buzzing, the magician walks off and leaves you, locked up? I wouldn’t be that silly. What about those embarrassing, pushy parents who get their daughters/sons on to the stage, (one such mum went on with her daughter and it didn’t go down too well with the judges or the audience) and they obviously don’t want to be there but go anyway because their parent says, ‘you’ll be fine, just keep singing.’? I know what my children would’ve told me to do. Then there are the poets.  People that go on and quote poetry as a form of entertainment is fine in itself  but it’s not what I would choose to watch if I’m honest. I love poetry but there’s a time and place for it. Nevertheless there have been a few such acts where dancing around behind the orator has been quite funny in it’s own way.

He left her in the stocks!!

I don’t care what anyone says, I love the fact that normal people can go on stage and do these things whether they make themselves look ridiculous or not. At least they had the nerve to do it. Out of every audition comes a winner. Some act who leaves you feeling emotional because their voice was spectacular or excited because they were unique, fantastic dancers, hilarious comedians, magicians or just unexplainable. I have my favourites and I hope they get into the final but whatever happens, if I don’t enter myself next year, I’ll  certainly be watching BGT.

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Blogging has become my therapy, I’ll be cured soon, then what?

In  life I try to blend into the background. Don’t want anyone to make a fuss. Just want to get on with my work. That doesn’t always work, I have to say. Not only do I say things out louder than I’d intended, which draws the attention right onto me, I also bump into things because I can be a bit clumsy. Growing up, I was very shy and blushed at anything at everything. I still tend to blush but I’m not as shy as I was.

Why am I like it?  I’ve never been the most confident person I can think of, in fact I am quite the opposite. My parents used to say,Speak when you’re spoken to!’ or Children should be seen and not heard!’ which I always obeyed, but now realise it was the wrong way to treat a child. My childhood affected me more than I’d ever thought if my lack of confidence is to show for it. (I have started writing about my childhood, as a way of therapy I guess).

Anyway, I have just noticed that I’ve started to write sad stuff and if there’s one thing that I don’t like, it’s being miserable and making others feel sad so I won’t dwell on my past. Carry on reading…

So, where was I, yes I was saying that I like to stay unnoticed. I don’t intentionally go out of my way to stay out of the limelight though, sometimes I have to be at the front of the classroom taking a lesson but that’s OK. It’s my job and I’m well prepared for that. As long as I know what I’m teaching, or doing beforehand then I’m fine.

It’s times when I’m caught unaware that I turn to jelly. It’s ridiculous really because it’s not as if  I’m ‘stupid’ or lacking in communication skills but if I have to get up in front of a crowd and say something, like my name for instance, I just freeze. I would be no good at those meetings where you have to introduce yourself and say what’s wrong with you. Unless it was a meeting about having no confidence. I guess everyone would just sit there and not say a word. Good meeting.

Don’t get me wrong I do try to be more confident and there are times when I can be ‘over the top’ (usually after a few drinks, though). I also find it easy (ish) being on stage. I’ve had starring roles in school plays when I was younger and in our school performances at Christmas. I suppose the reason I can do that so easily is because I have a script to follow, it’s like hiding behind the character I’m playing. I also like to do karaoke with my friends and family. You should see me, I dance and everything!

At the time I’m seen as someone who would do anything to get noticed. That’s not so because, believe me, I have to force myself to do it. I never want people to see me as a miserable old cow because I’m such a jolly person deep down. Anyone who knows me knows that too. It doesn’t matter how bad I have felt I’ve always put on a brave face for my friends and family.

One way I have found to overcome my problems is to write. I think an awful lot, usually random things but that’s me. My thoughts can be translated into words and be written wherever I choose. (You poor people, I’ve chosen to write them here). Whether I have an audience or not, it doesn’t matter. At least I have a way of tidying up my brain cells. I know, that doesn’t make sense… but these are my thoughts I’m talking about.

I’ve recommended writing as a therapy to a  few people I know. I have to add that I am not a doctor so do seek help from a professional if you need proper help.  Writing down bad dreams or nightmares often helps me to sort out my thoughts.  Apart from writing, the only other things that keep me sane are, my family, my friends, listening to music and reading.

Reading posts on WordPress and writing my own has given me something else to do to with my life. If that’s not therapeutic I don’t know what is.

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