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According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60’s, 70’s and early 80’s probably shouldn’t have survived,

This is because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent ‘spokey dokey’s’ on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags and riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same. We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were …never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded. We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends – we went outside and found them. We played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt! We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits. We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played knock-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We walked to friends’ homes. We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn’t rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of…they actually sided with the law. This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you’re one of them. Congratulations!

Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.
For those of you who aren’t old enough, thought you might like to read about us. 🙂

The good old days.

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To all my dear friends in the virtual world, across the miles and across the seas, whether we have met

through facebook, blog or twitter or maybe even face to face….

It has been my greatest pleasure getting to know you via updates, tweets and blogs

I love to see what y’all get up to and you often cheer my days…..

So on this eve of Christmas and for the days and the months ahead

I wish you all a wonderful festive season with your friends and families

wherever you may be in the world.

Have a fabulous day and if you ever visit London be sure to let me know

it would be great to meet up.

Lots of love, Cindy

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One of my absolute favourite views of London with the beautiful St Paul’s Cathedral in the distance.

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Over the past what is almost 10 years (yay!) since I arrived in the UK, I have been somewhat obsessed by travel.  The ‘bug’ bit big time when I arrived in Ireland for what I thought at that stage, would be a 2 month visit with my sister and her hubbie who were living in Dublin at the time.

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the Penny Farthing Bridge and River Liffey, Dublin, Ireland

They took me everywhere, showing off their favourite haunts and together we discovered others…..e.g. TRIM in county Trim. (still one of the best weekends I have ever had)  We travelled far and wide, north, east, south and west.  I fell seriously in love with Ireland and next to London and the UK it is still my absolute favourite place to be.

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me and caroline trying to escape a 'vicious' bull near the Rock of Cashell, on one of our many adventures

and this photo is really blurred coz my brother-in-law was laughing fit to bust at me trying to scramble over the wall!!!

Meant to visit from October to December, thence to return to South Africa, I fell so hopelessly in love with Ireland, I stayed!!  Three days before I was due to fly out, I cancelled my ticket home and only left when I had no choice……my 6 month visa ran out.   Not to be deterred and determined to return; in March 0f 2002 I went to London (to see the Queen) amongst others 🙂 and to collate the paperwork I needed to apply for an Ancestral Visa.  I returned to South Africa very briefly and by April 23rd (my birthday) I landed back in the United Kingdom!! Hooray.

Now I could really get my teeth into travel.  And this I did. First Italy, to Venice (a long held dream 🙂 ), Verona and a gem of a discovery; Sirmione on the southern end of Lake Garda.  Then America: 1st stop New York where I met up with my beloved daughter (working in Florida at the time), she picked me up from the airport in a Limosine and showed me the sights and delights; we had a fabulous time, then to Florida, whre we had the best time ever and I fell in love (!) and briefly to Georgia (to visit a dear friend)…..I also fell in love with America.

Soon my daughter joined me in the UK, and we travelled to Amsterdam (whew! what an education!) and Gouda, then we went to Paris for my 50th, again she treated me; this time with a ride in a soft-top Cadillac and like in the song: “I rode through Paris with the wind in my hair”! (God, it still makes me cry when I recall that trip). Another trip to America, this time for a Caribbean cruise, then Gibraltar, then back to America again, this time Arizona, back to Paris and on to Bruges, frequent visits (9 and still counting) to Ireland, then Wales, and Scotland and pretty much every county in Southern England and then some.

All the while I ‘entertained’ my poor beleagured family and friends with very, very, very long emails, describing my trips and the things I saw.  One day in 2008, my daughter suggested I start a blog….which I duly did and suddenly my writing took wings, my first post was short and sweet!  Now instead of bombarding my F&F’s with multiple, exceptionally long emails, I started blogging.  I loved it. I could write about anything I wanted. 🙂

I had always wanted to write, and had produced a few poems over the years, in school one of my English teachers suggested I pursue a career in fictional writing.  This I find most difficult and prefer to write about what is actually happening in the ‘here and now’.  Over the years my writing has improved, my direction has changed and I started writing under the nom-deplume ‘notjustagranny’, an expression coined one day after a chat with someone who wanted to know if I had grandchildren (not yet), and then, last year when the idea (from my daughter – a real ideas person) to start a London blog and write about my adventures in London started, I really found my wings.  This idea came about when a friend on twitter who lives in USA said she & her hubby had a long lay-over at Heathrow and could I suggest something to do.  So I wrote an itinerary of one of my favourite walks and emailed it to her. And from there the idea was born. Although they didn’t actually do the itinerary, two of my London based friends have, and gave me great feedback.

Now I virtually live in front of my computer between adventures!  The London blog has grown from writing about London to really ‘writing’ about London and out of that a business has sprouted.

After sacrificing just about the whole of my summer, autumn and winter time-off  in 2010, sitting writing till sometimes 2am, and every spare second I could, about 4 months into writing post after post, I was invited by the lovely Karen of Europe a lá Carte, to feature as one of their travel writers (whoo hoo!!).  Then just this year Melvin from TravelDudes invited me to write an article for his website, which I did and he loved it (I now have 3 published articles on the site, which is just bloody brilliant). Whee….. things were beginning to happen.  And then just a few weeks ago Patricia of GotSaga contacted me and invited me to write for her website too.  OMG!!!! and WHOA!!!  And on Wednesday this week my first article for GotSaga went live.

Now featured on three of the biggest online travel sites, suddenly I have become what I wanted to be: a Travel Writer!

I am over the moon with joy and excitement.

What is really bizarre, is that I did not set the ‘intent’ to become a Travel Writer, instead I just combined my two passions (three if you include London): travelling and writing and voila!  My dreams have come true!  So the point of this blog is to say………..

NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS!!!!

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If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?
And why are you waiting? 

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask ‘How are you?’  Do you hear the reply? 

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?
Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see her sorrow?
Ever lost touch?
Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say ‘Hi’? 

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over. 

Cherish all those around you, be they friends, family or colleagues
and appreciate all they do. 

‘Life may not be a total bed of roses…  but in amongst the thorns, there is a beautiful bud waiting to bloom!’ 

“All that really belongs to us is time, even they who have nothing else, have that” Baltasar Gracian

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a hung Parliament

mmmmm! I just logged onto the internet to do some work (and got reading the news :)….urgh, I always get distracted). Anyways, the news headlines of course are about the voting in Australia and how it looks as though they are heading for a hung-parliament.  I read through the article coz it struck me as quite weird that in another Democratic country, similar to ours ‘the people have spoken’.  It’s quite bizarre (to me anyway) that we have these situations of late.  I wonder what the real reason is; it seems to me it means that the voting public are no longer just taking the words and promises of their governments and voting accordingly but are perhaps being just a little more discerning about what the politicians are saying.  For so long we have been spoon-fed ‘promises’ that seldom follow through and now it would appear that we are holding the candidates to task ( so to speak) and giving them the task of actually making good on their campaign rhetoric.  No longer a case of voting for a certain party coz you have in the past, but rather as they said in the article, looking at what we really want (or not) in the country and then voting for the party that ‘promises’ to do the most about that situation…

Of course what happens after the ‘party’ is what really counts, but governments are not getting away with just using pretty words and speeches anymore…..we the public are becoming more forceful about what is and what is not acceptable and our memories are becoming a tad longer.  Perhaps it’s coz of the internet where information is now more freely available and the mistakes of our governments are more publicized than in the past.  Or perhaps it’s that like our nationalities, our governments are becoming more generic and the lines more blurred.  Perhaps our governments are becoming more middle of the road, unlike in the past where they had policies that were worlds apart and you could more easily identify what their policies actually meant. Who knows?  Anyway, I just found it interesting!

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My wonderful, delightful daughter recently; albeit not without some angst and kicking and screaming, 🙂 reached a milestone birthday…..30! 

Happy 30th birthday darling

Although it was officially her birthday, it was also a celebration for me….a celebration of 30 years of being a Mom, and what an amazing 30 years it has been.  We have loved, laughed, cried and shared some amazing times and some difficult times.  For me it has always been a priviledge that she is my daughter.  From the days back when I was told I would never have children to the day I discovered I was finally expecting this treasure…I never gave up on the dream of one day being a Mom to a daughter.

She has fulfilled every dream I ever had, is an amazing woman and even though she reached this milestone birthday with trepidition, I have no doubt that she will achieve all she sets out to do in the future.  In the lead up to the day I looked back on my life and remembered what it was like to be 30!  I felt so grown up and suddenly felt that people would take me seriously.  I had the perception that life would be easier now that I was officially an adult….that I would be in control and know what to do.  And mostly I did.  My thirties were some of the most amazing years of my life and some of the most devastating, and yet when I look back all I recall are the best times, the times my daughter and I shared on our journey.

So thank you sweetheart for some of the most amazing years of my life, for the love you give so freely, for being such a wonderful, warm, funny, generous and kindhearted woman. 

Happy birthday darling....

Always keep that sparkle in your eyes, your wonderful sense of humour and that delightful laugh.  From the second I first saw you, I have loved you dearly, a treasure beyond compare and you have enriched my life immeasurably.  These last 30 years and the 6 months preceeding your birth (once I knew you were on your way), have been the best of my life.

I wish you everything of the very best for your future.

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14.  Everyone on Twitter is looking for the next big thing or most interesting piece of content to link to.  Wouldn’t you rather be the big thing than merely another person pointing at it? – via @jeffbullas

I have enjoyed and toyed with Twitter since I first signed up in December 2008, not expecting the journey to be so much fun and so transformational.

For the first few months I sent the occasional tweet, connected with a few friends and watched the stream pass by, at the time I often said “I don’t know what to say”.

Then suddenly I started to really get into the swing of things, connecting with people from around the world, enjoying ‘chat’s, being as inventive as I could with my 140 character ‘tweets’.  I learned about #ff aka #followfriday, #traveltuesday and about #trending topics.

I spent hours following links and reading about places and finding out things I never knew existed.  In fact I have since become quite addicted….I could seriously live on twitter; all day!   I often tell my daughter I was born to twitter! 🙂 and along the way I have ‘met’ some wonderful people, and consider them great online friends.

In March 2009 I started this blog inspired by the content, search engine optimisation, social media inspiration and evangelism provided by Hubspot.  I already had a blog which I started in November 2008, where I wrote about my travels and things that inspired me, although since starting this blog I have been very slack about keeping it up to date.

I then waded in a bit deeper and started to use tools and apps like TweetDeck and Bit.ly, Social Oomph, Hootsuite and Ping.fm to integrate with Twitter.  I started to follow the ‘experts’, reading as much as possible on what they call Social Media.

I have since become quite the ‘geek’ as my daughter puts it and have my favourites to follow eg @jeffbullas @chrisbrogan @mashable @marismith (facebook expert) and @sethgodin (squidoo & tribes) amongst others.  I have learned so much that my brain bursts with info; info that pops out from time to time and amazes me that I know that stuff 🙂

One of my favourite tweeters/bloggers to follow is @jeffbullas and I have gained invaluable knowledge from reading his posts, some of which are incredibly funny.  His blog posts are informative, useful and educational.  I read voraciously.  He also advocates the blog before twitter aspect of social media, so of course…I listened to the teacher….

…and have subsequently become quite the blogger.  I now have 5 blogs, some more active than others, and 6 twitter accounts.  I also run 3 facebook accounts!  How bizarre!  Consider this:  10 years ago it was all I could do to send an email, and now just over 18 months later……..

I guess I have learned my lessons well; today to my absolute delight, I was asked by an online community in Richmond if they could feature my latest blog on Twickenham!!  Thanks to all my teachers.

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A couple of weeks ago – and no I can’t remember when exactly, I went walk-about through London (as I do) and on my travels I went past Parliament Square.

protestors set up home in Parliament Square

To my absolute dismay I found that the area, which used to be really beautiful, is now over-run by a horrid mess of tents and rubbish and protestors.  Now, I am all for bringing our boys home and certainly have great sympathy with their (the protestors) cause, but I have to wonder at the audacity of setting up tents in Parliament Square.

I have no doubt their intention is to embarrass the Government, and I have no doubt that they have; however I am quite certain that any number of the folk who have set up their tents in the area probably don’t give a toss about the Troops fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq.  More likely there are any number of drifters and lay-abouts using this as an excuse to set up home.

I wonder what Churchill would have to say about this…..”Bring in the bulldozers” ?  I bet he is turning in his grave.

For my part; as a tax-payer (which obviously that bunch are not, since they are not working but hanging about there), I object to the news that I am going to have to help pay for their removal, which according to the latest news is going to cost in the millions.  Money that could go towards improving the lives of the men and boys fighting away from home.

And I bet if the Goverment stepped in and fined them or forcibly removed them, some ‘Human Rights’ bright spark will come along and scream.

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Oh yes sirree, Mama has stamped her foot again and boy is she mad; spitting fire and ice, her fury can be seen and felt for hundreds of miles as plumes of smoke spill forth from her nostrils. 

Keeping watch on an angry volcano

For all our advances in technology, science and understanding of our universe, when Mother Nature stamps her foot; we are but puny flotsam tossed about in the winds of fate, at the whim of her fury. 

Who knew that when the Eyjafjallajoekull volcano in Iceland erupted last week Wednesday that by Thursday we would be grounded!

 With 7,500 airplanes normally flying across our skies on a daily basis, surreal would be a perfect way to describe the lack of planes now. We are so used to vapour trails that to look up now and only see blue sky and clouds is weird to say the least, and yet unless you actually think about it and pause to look, it is not immediately obvious, with the exception of folk who live in their flight paths. 

Iceland is 600km away and the winds have blown the ash, now reaching 8km’s high first here and then into Europe. Not since WW2 have we been grounded…….you’ve been bad little people and now you are grounded.   Go to your room and stay there for the next 4 days! 🙂 

Bizarre true, real absolutely. 

One of my twitter friends asked me yesterday if it was ashy here and my reply was no!   Well I now have cause to retract that comment….the floor this morning was covered in a fine patina of grey ash!    The bird bath is covered with a fine film of dust and my eyes have been burning since I woke this morning.

It has been both fascinating, exciting and a teensy-weensy scary watching all the news reports.   We are truly at the mercy of the winds and the ash spewing forth across the skies, to all intents and purposes cut off from the rest of the world.   The ferries and trains still run, overloaded with people suddenly desperate to get home; onto familiar ground.

The cost to the economy has so far been £600million and with 6million passengers stranded in airports or lands far away, the costs mount up with no absolute guarantee it will soon be over….we are at the mercy of the winds.

On the plus side, coz of course there is always a plus side:  the people who live in Richmond (and other areas) are enjoying the peace and quiet.  With 1 plane every 90seconds on a normal day, now they are free to open their windows without the rush of noise from above, can stroll through the park and actually hear the birds, free from the 200,000 tonnes of Co2 which will be saved every day.   Joggers and kite-flyers are out on the runways, making the most of the space.

Meanwhile the volcano continues to erupt, and reports suggest that it is more active than it previously was.   As it continues to blow, we remain in a state of suspended wonder, with no noise pollution above our towns, the airports are eerily empty and businesses are counting the cost, waiting for the all clear to resume travel plans.  

How small our planet has become of late, with cheaper travel and a multitude of airlines all clamouring for our business, we travel to far-flung countries and islands wihout a 2nd thought, eager to explore the world.    And yet, how far away is home when you are stranded in a foreign land; no money, no visa, no food and no place to stay. 

How life is disrupted and thrown into turmoil and there is nothing we can do about it, while in the skies above us 3 layers of volcanic residue continues to rain down.

Found this link showing the effects of the ash cloud from above.

Here are some photos I took this morning 08:30 at Hampstead Heath.   I stood in one spot and did a 360degree circle.   No planes in the sky; surreal.

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