The Queen once said that she’d had an ‘Annus Horribilis’ [Latin for A Horrible Year] and I agree that, at the time, she really had.
Now I can’t lay claim to having a horrible year, but … last week was absolutely a Weekus Horribilis (well, ten days to be precise). One thing, then another, then another, then another – all seemed to either get the better of me, spoil things, upset me, or just made me bl**dy cross.
Individually, they were just annoying or upsetting things which we all get – but we deal with them and move on. However last week, they seemed to be coming at me like arrows from a battalion of Archers – all at once, – and I began to feel totally snowed under.
THEN, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, the cherry on the top of the cake was delivered . . .
I received a text message from the bank. It said that they had declined a particular transaction for the amount of £627 – which, they told me, was an attempt to purchase some tickets for something or other. The text message asked if it actually was Mr.Cobs or myself trying to make this purchase.
I called the Bank straight away in a right old panic and was put through to their Fraud department.
The lady on the Fraud section told me that someone was trying to use the details of our cards to obtain goods via our account.
Once I’d told her that it wasn’t us trying to buy anything for that amount, our cards were frozen – and she told us to cut them up, – then we had to wait for replacement cards to be sent to us, with different numbers and different security codes. Happily no money was lost (thanks to the banks security systems which stopped and waved a flag when it saw this unusual (for us) transaction appeared) and we’ve double checked every single thing on our account. But it scared me at how easily someone had tried to get money/purchase goods out of our account.
Something has to change regarding these types of bank/credit/debit cards. If it’s THAT easy to do this type of thieving, then the financial organisations need to come up with something way better than we currently have.
So anyhoo . . . last week had it’s ‘moments’ which would have tried the patience of an Angel with nothing on her mind. BUT … one truly lovely, incredibly kind, beautiful hearted blogger changed all of that around. She knew nothing of the pains/strains/ and Weekus Horribilis and yet … she turned my world around and made it better.
I follow the blog of Mrs.Craft of Craft and Other Crazy Plans and she’d written a post on her blog called: Recipe Post – Beetroot Chutney which I found totally enthralling. I’ve never pickled or made Chutney or even made Jam before, but I’ve wanted to. Everything I looked at seemed really quite complicated, so it put me off. However this post of Mrs. Crafts was written for a numbskull like me. After reading I was raring to go. I wanted to go and buy the equipment there and then.
I told Mrs. Craft, (in a comment) how amazing her Beetroot Chutney sounded and that I was going to go on-line to see if I could buy the things she’d mentioned in her post, and Mrs. Craft replied saying she’d found some of the things at Aldi in their weekly specials. That was it!!! I went straight to the Aldi site to see what they had left. After all, Mrs.C had used them, so they must be ok!
What happened next was a magical happening which touched me so deeply that it made me cry.
Mrs.Craft emailed me and told me that she would like to send me a jar of her Chutney! ME!! A WHOLE JAR OF HER CHUTNEY!!! Just for ME!
Oh my goodness! I wrote back to her saying I would love a jar, and that I would pay her for the jar, along with the postage costs, maybe via PayPal, or even some money in an envelope – but she was having none of it.
I gave her my details and within a few short days a box wrapped up in brown paper arrived. The scissors were summoned the paper was cut off, and the lid to the box was gently opened. I was so scared that this jar of delight would have got broken in the post, but no. There is was, nestled snug in its box bed. I was over-come with thankfulness, both for the jar not being broken but more importantly to Mrs.Craft.
But it didn’t stop there … also in the box was one of those special thermometers which you use when making jam, to ensure that you get the mixture to the right temperature! I had this little gadget on my list to go and buy!
But then … another surprise in the box …. a Handmade Card with a Unicorn on the front. Of course, this wee Unicorn looks exactly like the Unicorn I keep in my back garden! How did she know? *GASP*
Mr. Cobs laughed at me as I began to bubble. Tears welled up in my eyes and tipped over the edge of them and I sat there sniffling and snuffling as he chuckled.
See … here’s the thing; If someone is horrid to me I cry. But if someone is nice – well then I cry too. I blubber and bubble and get all sniffly. People don’t even have to be nice to me. Someone being nice to anyone will set me off. Kindness’s which come from the heart are the things which can start me off and I become like a tap which won’t turn off.
tsk tsk… like Cobs Snr says … I’m a blubber baby. But I don’t care. I’d rather be one of those than one of the other things.
I have thanked Mrs.Craft, and I take this opportunity to publicly thank her for this incredible kindness which she’s shown me and which has totally blown me away.
Please do go and visit her blog. I know you’ll love her just as much as I do. She’s lots of fun, and if she can put up with me then she must be brilliant! (There are links to her blog, and to the Beetroot Chutney post, above. They’ll open in another page for you).
I’ve found a place to buy one of those heavy bottomed saucepans and am planning a trip to buy one, hopefully this week. So . . . If I don’t poison anyone, expect a blog post about the results. [insert fearful face] lol
I made Mrs.Craft a handmade card to say thank you … and I was going to share it with you in this post, but I’ve talked the hind leg off a donkey, so I’ll shut up and share the card with you in another post, another day.
Thank you so much for coming and sharing my Chutney with me. Oh … nearly forgot to tell you…. I have no idea (yet) what the Beetroot Chutney tastes like because I’m saving it until Christmas, at which point I’ll have the Opening of the Jar Ceremony and all the family present will have a taste with some cheese and crackers. (Can’t wait! YUM).
May your Monday have been wonderful and may your tomorrow be truly blessed.
Sending great big squidges from my corner to yours.
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