Weekly Writing Challenge: Object – My Grandma’s Reindeer

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I walked into the room, heart pounding and mouth dry.  The bright lights hurting my eyes as I walked down the corridor.  I turned right down another long hallway.  Each step becoming harder than the one before.  My legs felt like jelly.  My head was buzzing and I felt dizzy and sick.  Eventually I saw Ward 9, I turned right and pulled open the heavy wooden door.  I squirted on some antibacterial hand gel and rubbed it into my hands whilst walking towards the nurses desk.  I cleared my throat and asked her where she was.  I was directed down towards the end of the ward into the last room.  There she lay in the bed, looking so tiny.  Much smaller than usual.  Her curly grey hair still looking perfect.  She knew someone was there but she did nt know who it was as her eyes were severely affected by cataracts. I walked over to the bed, took her hand and said “Hello Grandma”.  “Hello love” she managed. She knew who I was.  My grandma and I had a close relationship.  I sat next to her and stroked her hair.  I tried to speak to her without letting her know how upset I was.  The nurse came in and I asked her how she had been over night.  “She has been quite stable” she said.  “She looks much better today” I said, trying to be optimistic.  The nurse smiled at me but said nothing, and then carried about her business.  I kissed my grandma on the cheek and said “I will see you later grandma, I will be back later, I promise.”  “OK” she croaked whilst managing a smile and nodding slowly.

I walked out of the ward with the intention of going to the canteen for a cup of coffee.  I was tired.  I had not had much sleep as I had been worried about my grandma.  I reached a chair in one of the corridors and decided to sit down. I began thinking of all the things we had done together.  The holidays we had been on. The time in Ibiza when she sat on a wall with white trousers on and when she stood up they were red, she was covered in ants!

As a child I often stayed with her on a weekend.  I loved going. I loved walking her dog, Snowy, up and down the cobbled back street. The same street my uncle, (only 9 years older than me, he was the youngest of her children), had taught me to ride a bike on an adult full sized BMX when aged only 8 years old.  I could not even touch the floor and had to balance the bike against the wall to climb on!  In school holidays I remember being looked after by my grandma with my siblings and cousins.  My Grandma’s cooking was the best, macaroni cheese and homemade chips was my favourite.

I used to sit on the sofa in her living room and watch TV, all snuggled up with her woolen Scottish tartan blanket. One time I was laid on the floor in front of the hot fire watching my favourite TV program after school, my grandma downstairs cooking tea.  All of a sudden a little white mouse ran across the front of me from behind her glass cabinet which stored all her trinkets and ornaments bought for her over the years by her children and grandchildren. I remember thinking it was cute, but I screamed anyway. I remember grandma telling me not to be scared and to think how scared the poor little mouse was seeing me on the floor, as I was a lot bigger than the mouse! That made me laugh.

Every Christmas day was spent at grandma’s with all my aunts, uncles and cousins.  One year all 11 grandchildren lined up and we sang “Grandma we love you”.

A more recent memory of 5 or 6 years before floated back, when grandma has made me a royal blue and bottle green tartan pinafore dress.  I remember being stood in her front room whilst trying on my new dress.  Her laughing at me when I said I had ‘boobies’ telling me they were like ‘fried eggs’.  I was only 12, and my grandma was a 40DD bra size.  I can see now why she found it so funny.

She was how grandmas are supposed to be.  She made and repaired things, clothes etc, she cooked and she cleaned, she treated us to presents and fed us lots of biscuits and cakes.  My grandma was from Scotland but she was far from the stereotype of being stingy with money,  she was the exact opposite, and in fact the most generous person I knew.

Just then my mobile rang. It was my uncle asking me to go back to the ward as the doctor wanted to speak with me. When I arrived, I was lead into a side room and I sat down on one of the chairs.  My uncle was there, he looked at me and instead of talking he began to cry.  I had never seen my uncle cry before.  It was hard to see, a 6 ft 4 inch stocky man, eyes red from the tears, looking heart broken.  I looked at the floor and said “has she gone?” “No, but she is not well”. Managed my uncle, at that point he broke down again.  “We have tried to give her another blood transfusion but nothing is working for her any more.  I am sorry but it is only a matter of time now.”  I stared at the doctor as the words fell out of his mouth, like lead to the floor.  Each word washing over me, but it did not really sink in. All I could think was ‘that’s it, she is going.’  I dropped to my knees and I cried, harder than I had ever cried before. Even when my mum and dad divorced, I do not remember crying so hard. heart ached, I felt like my world was falling apart around me.  My grandma was like a second mum to me.  In fact I told my grandma things I could not speak to my mum about.  My grandma had looked after my first child, which I had when I was only 17.  My grandma never judged me, she did nothing but support me.  She took me and my son on trips with her Pensioners Club to the seaside.  My son adored her, he used to help her do the gardening and loved hanging the washing out on the line with her, she made it fun. She even played football with him in the garden, despite her having a double hip replacement only a couple of years previously.  She was one person that my son would do absolutely anything for.

I stopped crying and wiped away the tears. “I want to see her.” I said as I walked out of the side room and into hers.  My grandma was laid in bed asleep.  “Hi grandma” I said.  “Hello dear” she managed quietly.  A tear ran down my cheek.  “Are you ok?” I said.  She nodded and smiled.  I sat next to her, perched on the bed and held her hand. “I love you grandma” I said.  “I love you too.” She replied.  I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and said “I’ll see you again soon grandma.” She looked in my direction, but I know she would nt have been able to see my face because of her cataracts, but she stared in my direction, smiled at me and said “yes”.  The doctor had n’t said anything to her, but I knew she could tell that this was the last time we were to see each other, in this life time.  I hugged her tight and kissed her again on the cheek and with that I let go of her hand, I turned and began to walk away.  Tears streaming down my face I turned to look at her one last time. She had closed her eyes and looked peaceful with a smile on her face.  I smiled back and whispered “love you grandma, I will see you again.” At that moment I thought in my head ‘Please angels take good care of her, she is so precious.’

I turned and walked down the corridor.  As I reached the door I heard the nurses rushing, I turned around and saw them heading towards the end room. I knew that was it, she was gone.  I walked out of the hospital and sat in my car. I held between my palms the little reindeer broach my grandma had given to me, just before she had gone into hospital. That was 6 years ago.  I still speak to her on a daily basis and keep that reindeer close.  To anyone else that reindeer is nt worth anything else, it is nt made from gold or any other precious metal, but it was my grandmother’s. I had bought it for her one Christmas when I was 11 years old with my pocket money from the local market.  She had kept it all those years, until I was 27.  That meant so much to me.  I will always have a bond with my grandma and even though physically she is not here, I know she is around.

My final tribute to grandma was the song I chose for her funeral. “Grandma we love you” by St Winifred’s Choir. That seemed like the only choice for me.

“One day grandma I will see you again, that day will be when the angels are also looking after me. But until then I will keep close to me the only thing I have left, our little reindeer. And of course, our memories.”

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Victoria Emmerson Bracelet….Verdict

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These bracelets are described as handmade from leather with crystal beads.  They are wrap around bracelets with three different fastenings and a ‘button’ fastening.

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A couple of weeks ago I mentioned I had ordered a Vicky Emmerson bracelet as they were in the sale.  I loved the boho style and so I chose the Brownstone crystal bracelet which had been reduced to £21 from £125. Here’s my verdict:

Upon initial receipt of the bracelet I was thrilled.  The delivery was very quick, within two days of ordering and I was happy that the bracelet had arrived before Christmas so that I could wear for any Christmas parties.

The picture on the website was a true representation of the product. However, upon closer inspection of the bracelet I realised that the leather appeared to either have a plastic coating, is poor quality leather or is actually a type of plastic. This poses a problem as the knotted fastenings  began to loosen as I wore the bracelet.  I also noted that the ‘button’ to fasten the bracelet feels quite poor quality and would give an instant feeling of luxury were it to be made of silver.  Let’s be honest here, if you were to pay £125 for a bracelet you would expect the item to be of better quality than some dress jewellery you can purchase from the High Street. Also some of the beads had started to crack and break, despite me taking care of the bracelet whilst wearing it. The price of £21 is more realistic and a true representation of what price these bracelets should be.  I would have been one extremely disappointed and upset customer should I have paid the full price, as I do not believe the product is worth over £100.  Finally it is worth a mention that the velvet bag sent with the bracelet is rather poor quality with the name ‘Victoria Emmerson’ simply printed on the bag.

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If you like the look of the bracelets and are seriously considering purchasing one I would say go for it, but purchase one of the sale priced items as in my opinion I cannot see the value of the fully priced item. Sorry VE!

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Gratitude brings happiness

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I saw the ‘boy’ again on Friday and I have to say I really like him.  We ended up hand in hand dancing together all night.  We kissed again and this time it was really, really nice.  Every time I spend more time with him I like him more and more.  I think the next time I see him will be boxing day at a party we are going to and I have to say I am counting down the days….. I never thought that this man would affect me the way he has.  I am sure people would have never put us together and I myself could have ever anticipated how he makes me feel.

We are planning on being at the same party on NYE and I think I am going to have a great Christmas and New Year this year.  Striking a great balance of time with my children and family and also my second family….my friends!

Life could not be better for me at the moment and things are looking up after what has been a difficult couple of years following my divorce, death of grandparent, two serious accidents to family members and my child being involved in a serious accident.  Luckily, he is on the mend and things are slowly getting back to normal.  No matter however hard life gets, you have to keep on going because there is always something great waiting around the corner! Always be thankful for what you have, I believe gratitude is the key to happiness.

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Homely Harvey Nics

As you know I cannot help but write about some of the things I love.  Harvey Nichols is not a place that I shop at often.  Mainly because most things are out of my price range at the moment.  However, I was browsing some of their kitchen ware the other day and came across some fabulous place mats.  I am one of those people where whenever I decide to buy something for my home, I really like to find something a little different.  I do not like to live a carbon copy life or live in one either. Individuality really inspires me.  These place mats may not be totally individual as there are obviously mass produced to some extent, however none of my family or friends have them.  So that is good enough for me!

Check them out!

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Tallulah Tree Monster

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No one warned me that when I got two kittens that Christmas potentially would never be the same!  Since putting up the Christmas tree Tallulah Sparkles has done nothing but climb up the middle, batting out the baubles from behind so she can play football around the living room and kitchen floor.  Additionally, poor caramel santa (whom can be seen in this picture) has lost a leg!  Unfortunately he will remain a casualty forever more as not only did Tallulah rip poor santa’s leg off but also appears to have eaten it as there is no trace of it at all.  I will be genuinely surprised if there is anything left of what was our beautiful tree by Christmas day!

Luckily, Lily Twinkle is not quite as sadistic as Tallulah and is happy chilling out with Father Christmas and his helper 🙂

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Hunky Santa’s…..depends who you are asking

I had to write a post on this, because I have never cringed, but laughed so much at any one time.  I do not find these men attractive at all, and bearing in mind it is an advert for ‘enhancing’ underwear I would be pretty mortified if a fella I was dating stripped down and revealed a pair of pants like them 😉

However, who has come up with this advert for Andrew Christian, have done their job nicely but it is not only causing a bit of a stir, but it is also a great source of entertainment and not something you will remember straight away. So even if you do not find them attractive at least give it a watch so you can have a good laugh (If you dare).  It does do one thing, it hurries along the Christmas spirit!!!

Enjoy!

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