Serving Britain

Found this poem on Facebook and thought it was lovely:

When one becomes connected

To the military family
It does not matter which part one is in
You’ll always be proud of all three

Masters of the seas … The Royal Navy
Might be the oldest of the three
But they’ll still send enemies packing
To keep our waters free

Masters of the skies … The Royal Air Force
Put on breathtaking show
When taking out a target
Before they even know

Masters of the land … The British Army
Our Brothers in Arms of course
Britain’s got no worries
Thanks to this truly awesome force

Operational tours can be very hard to face
With loved ones posted away
Facing so much danger
Putting their lives on the line every day

But our armed forces have another role
Through the hearts and minds they share
Building whole new lives for less privileged folk
Showing them that they care

When posted at home bases
They’re still away from home
But at least there’s much less danger
And they don’t feel so alone

Then there are the ceremonies
Each service playing their part
Regalia, pomp and circumstance
All delivered from the heart

Military shows
Truly spectacular displays
Showing the world what our armed forces do best
Whilst spectators watch on so amazed

There may be three separate forces
Each one serving a role
But they’re one big military family
Serving Britain – their ultimate goal

© Michaela Turner (aka Kale) proud mum of a serving soldier

Jabba The Hut Kills Us All

So, I'm known for my randomness and my weird dreams (without eating cheese before I go to bed) so here is my latest stupid dream pish:

So, I was back with Jonathan (my ex-husband for those not in the know) and I wasn't happy. I wanted to leave and had to find the right moment to tell him. This moment turned out to be when lots of pregnant women were doing yoga in the front room of the house we were renting.

As I was telling Jonathan to 'git tae' a bloke in a convertible Capri told me I had to go with him. I was with my pal Leigh-Ann so decided it was fine to go with him. He told me that Jonathan was a dick and that he was his ex-boyfriend so should know. He told me that his potential new wife would regret her decision and that any child of his would be gay and he (Jonathan) wouldn't be able to cope with it cos of the religion that he is immersed in. (NB I just found out that my ex and his new wife are pregnant!)

I went back and confronted Jonathan. We couldn't cope with the pregnant yoga women so went to the toilets in the primary school he works in - we kicked the kids out!

I ended up having to leave because I had to give my Mum a lift to her work - she was very happy I'd left him!

Instead of going to her work, we went to celebrate at a seafood restaurant.

It was a cabin built up on stilts and there were sharks swimming about. Then I spotted a new species - a big flat oblong swimming thing and remarked on it. It housed itself under the other stilt structure opposite us and thrashed about like a loon and caused it to collapse. It then started firing star shaped lego type things at us that were heavy enough to destroy the building - kind of like meteorites...

I couldn't save my mum and then I woke up.

WHAT THE FUCK!