well as you may have noticed, i have at last discovered the art of 'hubbing'....hmmm is that really a word...ah well....it is now!

my idea for starting on the hub front was to write my ongoing novel in parts but alas im not at that stage in the hubworld as yet so i thought i would test the water with some of my poems...i only discovered in march this year that i had any skill in the poetry game...i was stuck in a hospital bed for 4wks on the cardiac ward where television eventually bored me out of my mind... i asked for my laptop to be brought in and set about writing with the idea of penning  hymn for easter, but found myself thinking about life at home and how it seemed to go on without me. with this in mind.. i felt the need to remind myself what my little dog and two birds were  likely to be getting up to without me there. and the poems were the result.

whilst im here i may as well tell you about my stay in hospital,, although to begin with it was quite traumatic as i was being treated for a heart condition. after the 2nd week i felt like maybe i should let people know where i was, i had asked my son to keep hush hush about me being incapacitated as i knew there would be a lot of people concerned enough to want to trek down to the hospital come rain or shine and i think too much of my family and friends to put them thru that.  at last during week 2, i gave my son permission to pass the word around....thinking i would be out in a few days. well that didnt happen! i had a steady stream of friends who all showed the correct amount of concern as was acceptable as i tried to hide the  drip attached to my arm. i was very pleased to have visitors at last, and each visitor was in a game of 'who will it be?'....of course they were ignorant to the fact that i was playing this game with them! at the beginnig of my 4th week on the ward and i was beginning to wonder if i was actually going to get better and evicted from my bed. i had just about mastered the art of guessing who is coming...then the shocker...a sight that nearly drove me back to week 1 of my stay....the minister from my church entered the ward with a solemn look on his face....oh dear i thought...it must be bad....he has come to read me my last rites.....well im extremely pleased to announce that the last rites were never read.....i didnt suddenly find myself transported right back to week 1....and on my 27th day, my doctor...my wonderful  doctor arrived on the ward and announced i was well enough to return home.... oh yeh i forgot to tell you....i had been missing my little dog sooo much that during week 3, the nurses decided maybe it would be beneficial to my health if my son brought her to the hospital for me to see,,,,,under clouds of grumbles...anthony did as i asked.....begged....and arrived at the hospital entrance with amber in tow,,, a kindly nurse had wheeled me downstairs explaining she really just needed to see my dog so was the first to offer a lift.....i caught a glimpse of blenheim fur outside and squealed...yep im ashamed to admit...i squealed in delight at the sight of amber... i held my arms out as she ran oh so excitedly towards me...i prepared myself for the onslaught of licks and dribbles...closing my eyes in readiness for the licks.....they never came! i opened my eyes and saw amber sitting on the floor in front of my wheelchair with a look of sheer indignance on her face! she had forgotten in her rush over to me that she was actually cross with me for abandoning her....she sat there looking at me.....i felt a stinging in my eyes tho not from her licks of excitement.....a stinging caused by the tears welling up not knowing if they were to be used for joy or sadness....alas.....they were used for sadness...sadness that my lovely little dog was sat looking at me in disgust as if saying....and where do you think you have been for the past 3 weeks........ after about ten minutes of me trying to coax amber onto my knee, anthony decided he had better get home as i needed to go back to the ward.....well, that was that...fortunately i did eventually get back home. amber was pleased to see me tho she held back a little of her usual overexcited licks and yelps until she could be sure i was there to stay. my two cockatiels started shouting in tandem hello hello! then angel spent the next hour imitating the phone ring tone.....ah well...home at last....

and there you have it...an erm.... quick note telling you how im new to 'hubbing!!!'