I’m sat in my wheelchair next to the lapping waters of the lido at Clarence Park. It’s a nice view in what some would call a lovely day. See:

Issue being I’m hiding round a corner in the shade struggling with the heat. I’m hear really early for knitting but that’s because mum and dad had to go off somewhere else.

I heard a story the other day that I really liked. I’ll do my best to tell it and I’ll use a bit of poetic license to jazz it up a bit.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin……………

It was a cold, wet and stormy night. The rain was lashing and the bitter wind was howling when a mother and daughter were on their way home from a lovely evening in town with friends. They lived next to a park and as they passed they saw 3 men huddling together for warmth on one of the benches. As it was a rough night and they were feeling charitable they approached the men. And ask them if they wanted to come inside to get warm and dry. The man who seemed to be in charge of the band said “thank you for the very kind offer. Only one of us may enter at a time and only when your husband gives his permission”. So the two finished the journey and went home.

When they got there, they found that the Husband/father wasn’t home yet and he was working late at his office. They felt bad for the men in the park and what made it worse was the fact they could see them through the window. The mother called her husband to say “hurry up and get home as soon as you can. There’s something we need to do and people we need to help”. So the husband rushed home as safely as he could in the bad weather.

When he got there his wife explained the situation and he said ” of course, of course. Get them in, warm, safe and dry”. The wife went back out to the men in the park to tell them that her husband gave his permission. The leader said “only one us may enter at a time. I’m love, he’s wealth and that ones success. Between you, you must choose who should come in first”. The wife went back inside to tell the other what she was told. They were all discussing the situation, the mother said “I think success should come in, it’s about time we had some”. The father said “wealth, we definitely need some of that, we’re skint”. The daughter said “it should be love”. They discussed this further and came to a decision. After all, the daughter’s choice came out on top and they decided to invite love in.

The wife went back out to the men in the park and told them the decision. She said to them “we are very sorry but the decision has been made and we would like to invite love into the house”. Love rose and started to follow the wife. As they walked back to the house, the wife turned and noticed that the other had got up as well and started to follow. The wife asked love what was going on. “I thought you said we cloud only invite one of you into the house”? Love said “you’re right but if you invited wealth or success into the house just they would have come. But because you’ve invited love the others will come with no issues”.

So the moral of the story is that you can have wealth, but it won’t bring you love. You can have success, but it will come without love. But if you do anything from a place of love wealth and success are guaranteed.

So everything you do, do it from a place of love and no barriers will stand in your way and you’ll overcome all obstacles.

I said last week that I’d finish the cloth. It went to its new home on Wednesday night and it looks pretty good

So now just working on my filet crochet but I’m only doing that at home then I can concentrate on it. Other things that I’m doing are crocheting llamas, knitting bunting flags and also playing with something new. Kumihimo, it’s a Japanese braiding technique, it looks cool. I’ve made a bracelet for mum and one for me. Well the first one I made for mum but it was too big so I had that one and made another for my mum.

The heat today is utter hell and my body decides to have a burning patch day. So anyway just really wanted to share that story.

It’s also my mums birthday today as well so happy birthday mum.

Love and light.