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Let’s Colour Our World

Magenta for August

At the beginning of the month as I was thinking about what colour I would use for this month’s Let’s colour our world post. I thought that Magenta Pink would make a great splash of colour on my home page and the groups that I post the Friday Blog page to, as Magenta is a bright pink colour, often called Fuchsia with reddish-purple, mauvish-crimson tints that give light or dark shades to reddish pinks. It is a warming colour that can help promote a more mature outlook on life, gives us a real purpose; letting us add warmth and caring in a practical way. Helps to bring more confidence and soothe emotional rough edges. Magenta with its mix of red and blue often takes the gentle approach to get what is needed. Magenta is the great improver and can help us recover from sad moments with strength calmness and warmth. It promises kindness and cooperation that encourages a sense of self respect and contentment in those who use it.

At last the hard backed author’s copy of the book has arrived. I’m so delighted with the finished book. I love the cover with its rather lovely magenta roses on the front cover, with bold writing THE FRIDAY BLOG PAGE at the top. Words that are delightfully just off centre; at the bottom of the cover, my name, yes, I thought as I saw it, really me. My wildest dream, has come true. There will also be a PDF of the book. Both are almost ready for release. As I turn the pages, reading every word and loving the colours of all the photos; remembering every garden and every place the photos were taken. My spirit soars. magenta creates achievement through love. Letting me take on new responsibilities; finding love for the self and learning to open the heart to receive it. magenta brings love into the service of others; always taking the tender approach to getting what it wants, It gives the promise of things to come. Magenta is the greatest organiser of all the colours, it helps us to be open to change. Magenta’s complementary colour is the wonderful Green with its nurturing, soothing and forgiving qualities. It helps to make us more relaxed and balanced in our day to day lives. It offers the feeling of freedom to be ourselves, to enjoy new places and spaces. To live without fear and releases frustration. It opens the door for us to find the ability to give and receive love.

THE FRIDAY BLOG PAGE.

THE FRIDAY BLOG PAGE
THE CONCERT PROGRAMME
I was enjoying the morning music a few weeks ago. The presenter was playing and talking about music for weddings. Among the selections was Felix Mendelssohn’s famous “Wedding March” and that lovely Albert Ketelbey “In a Monastery Garden”. Both pieces that I rather like. It started me thinking about music for my weddings; there really wasn’t any music at all. But here is a great story about my first wedding day. Are we all sitting comfortably ? It was Monday the 4th of September, many years ago at two pm. It was to be a very, very quiet moment. But before that time there was rather a lot to do in the morning. We did not open on Mondays, always going to Bedford or Northampton to collect roll ends of white paper to use for wrapping fish and chips in the shop that Doreen and Billy owned; and my first husband and I worked in. We had gone to Bedford that morning. After picking up the paper, we stopped at a cafe that made the most delicious pancakes, our favourite place to have a treat. Back to Bletchley, unloaded the paper off cuts. He had already brought his suit quietly to my home a few days before. We got changed, me wearing a pretty turquoise suit with navy shoes and a new hand bag. I had always known that I did not want a big fuss and had gone along with the “lets just go and do it Idea”. No one knew about the wedding, we had not told anyone. So we arrived at the registry office just before two clock, in time to find two wittiness to join us for our wedding. We found a father and son team painting the registry office fence. They were so surprised and also delighted to help. So there we were, just the four of us and the registrar. It took no time at all. We were married. As the witnesses signed the documents, I noticed the father and son both signed in the same hand writing and their first name started with the letter for the H. Everyone shook hands, lots of smiles, and the father gave me a hug, saying he could not wait to get home to tell his wife all about the wedding. But as we walked outside into the sunshine … that “Rainy Days and Mondays” song just came along. His mother was outside waiting for us. My husband had left the receipt for the licence in the pocket of his coat, and she had found it while putting his clothes away. She and I had worked together and had got on so well I had spent many evenings with her and my husbands father. From that moment, she changed her feelings towards me. It was years later that she forgot that she did not like me and the last two years of her life were wonderful for us both. We went to my home for a cuppa; we were enjoying a nice moment together, when Doreen and Billy arrived home from wherever they had been. Seeing us two dressed up they asked, “Where have you two been?” “Oh, to a wedding”, I answered. “Whose wedding?” “Ours”, we said. It took some many moments for that information to sink in, and I could tell they were not too pleased. My little nieces thought it was wonderful. We drove over to Luton and saw a great Western movie. We finished a most unusual day with supper at a small cosy restaurant … Please be ready with a big smile !!! . He dropped me off at my family home and went home to his. Next morning we were back at work together in the shop. It was to be just a week later that my family moved into their new home, and we moved into what had been my family home.