Thursday, 29 September 2011

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Heart Attack

This is the hospital I was admitted, after having had a heart attack.

My GP was excellent throughout, she walked with me from the surgery to the Emergency Unit.  Professional and Caring, and although very young, she has the right qualities for her role as a GP.




I am forever in her debt.  I commend her actions.

Sunday, 18 September 2011



We all need to explore.




However, sometimes, restraint, is a good thing.

Great North Run

To all those who are running in the GREAT NORTH RUN, and raising much needed funds for both local and national Charities.


Enjoy the day :)

Mode of Transport

One could be forgiven, upon viewing this photo





My poor dog, has to decide upon her mode of transport.

Friday, 16 September 2011

Greek Restaurant

Greek restaurant





By night, during the day – English.

I would luv to visit and try out some of the dishes, but dad says it’s past my bed time.

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Are we in France yet?

As the photo portrays my dog outside a French Restaurant and a French vehicle alongside.




One could be forgiven, in thinking, we were in France.



Kirra can captivate all she meets, with such grace and status.


Monday, 12 September 2011

Sunday, 11 September 2011


Cold is the night

On this a moon lit night.


Condensation on windows

No sleep this night

As aching bones

And bronchial disease

The need instead

Survive the night.


Damp are the clothes

Soiled of days

Discarded the many

Once neatly packed

Change of clothing, plus one towel

My cleanliness, is brief

As a mud soaked floor

And a shower of 50pence

Deprives me of all status

As Homeless, here you can find.


Days of cold and rain

Frequent of these British Isles

No place to dry

As the nights become longer

The urgency is apparent

Need to survive.



Viewed with suspicion

No friends in sight

Stench of damp clothing

This is my plight.


Black are the clouds

Of another rain filled sky

Black is the depression

That now soaks my eyes.


Gaze upon a moon lit night

From the comfort of your home

Think not of the homeless

Brothers and sisters

Cold is the night

They must endure the plight.

Stale bread and water

My diet of the night

Is this life?

You have status

Remember, so too

Once, had ‘I’.


Preobrazhenskii ©2011



My dog appreciates art.



And of course, so do I.

Sunday, 4 September 2011

My dog leaving Jail


Here you can clearly see my dog leaving the old gaol.  One might say she had a Saturday night on the tiles and ended up here.



although she has a good alibi, she kept me awake most of the night, with her snoring (curled up in her basket).

Saturday, 3 September 2011


Time out, after an exhausting walk with my Dad.



Now the need to curl up behind the curtains, is essential for one’s snooze.

I do have lots of other places, however, behind the curtains has become a favourite of mine.

Do you like to hide out somewhere – for a snooze?

Thursday, 1 September 2011

Crossing the railway line


The rail line is not used as much today, as in the past.  However, the speed of the commuter train does mean the importance of being alert when crossing with one’s dog.

I could see the train some distance away, at the station (stationery I am pleased to say).


It is still an obstacle course to negotiate with steps (which my dog does not like to go up) or the gate, which one has to quite literally lift up to open and close.  I am exhausted at each end of the line.  All to enable us to enjoy a run in the park and watch the golfers at the club.



Sometimes all one needs,  is to curl up on a favourite chair with one’s comfort blanket.