Oh bother

What bothers you and why?

Dear Friend

I just wanted to say you look good today. No don’t shake your head you are looking good. Don’t give me the I’m to old or skinny, rotund or haven’t got me teeth in, whatever excuse you are going to think of I am telling you that I think you look amazing. Please keep that in mind and, hang on 👣👣👣👣👣👣👣 ok I’m back can you catch this

That’s it, my bucket 🪣 of smiles, take a handful for yourself and share them out, give a smile to a stranger that you meet, it maybe the only friendly gesture on their street. Share those smiles far and wide, I always make many more, actually a fresh batch every day, I can find and post the recipe another day.

Ah that leads me to what bothers me the most, right here and now, in 2025, without being political because I could kick up a storm there. No I promised myself to be a better person in, err, starting, um, err, July 2025 .

What bothers me the most here and now is how little happiness is found in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧. Even during war time people pulled together and helped one another out. Ok not everyone but a percentage of the population got together. Now people have lost all ability to socialise and enjoy themselves hooked on mobile phones. It’s a sad place to live when schools are so concerned about safeguarding the wrong things that actual bullying goes unseen. When children can’t talk about their heritage because the British heritage is seen as not part of multi cultural. Our pensioners are concerned about their future with every government statement All this bothers me because our country is a sad place to live, NOW.

All I would love to do is share smiles to those that need them, what’s a disabled dizzy diva to do

Non of this is intended to cause upset to anyone this is just what bothers me

Much love and friendship to you

Kim-Louise

How bothersome bothers can be

What bothers you and why?

I was thinking shall I answer this can I really be bothered today, because nothing I could think of bothers me to much I have to say.

I sat and thought how tolerant I have become over the years, I am impressed with myself . I don’t get bothered by the trivial things that used to keep me awake, night after night.

For instance;

Why does that group of mums at the school stare but won’t say hello back to me? Why are my children such fussy eaters? Why is my marriage a failure? Why am I always so cold? Why? Why? Why?

Every night and day ate me away, self doubt, oh botheration of all bothers

Then when my health took a nasty downhill turn I took all the bothers and over the next few years I fed them to my demons. Let them get fat on everything that worries and bothers me. Now my head was all over the place at the time but, I knew one thing if I fed them all the things from small to large, issues, gripes, angers, fears and bothers till they are full, over full , those demons of mine would explode and they did.

Then my head was empty of petty issues and if something comes along it’s probably got a reason usually I am tired or in pain. At the end of the day if something is bothering you either work out why, walk away, or get some help.

“I don’t even bother trying to picture a perfect world, because I don’t think that perfection is something to strive for. I prefer imperfection. That’s what makes things special. You know, things that change.” – Anthony Kiedis