tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69268691635132747052024-03-05T19:46:15.909-08:00The life and times of me!angelaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06120526191251263431noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926869163513274705.post-12173858785160204672016-08-23T01:23:00.001-07:002016-08-23T01:42:46.642-07:00GF07216 years ago seems like yesterday. None of us will ever forget where we were when we heard the news. How ironic, and comforting, that we were all together as we waited to hear who was onboard.
None of us will ever forget those chilling words: there were no survivors.
How could we ever forget the days that followed? Stories from a colleague who had bravely joined the rescue team, diving into the water to look for survivors. A baby had been pulled out alive, he'd told us, only to sadly lose his life also a few moments later.
How could we forget the weeks that followed? Everybody knew somebody aboard. A country, a people, an airline in mourning.
Stories from a friend, bravely fighting back tears, as he told us how the Awal Ballroom had been made into an impromptu mortuary. Hundreds of bodies laid to rest awaiting identification from their families. Maybe we heard too much.
How could we ever forget the months that followed? Whole families wracked with grief.
And now years, 16 years, have passed...
To our friends and colleagues that lost their lives that night, 23rd August 2000, and especially to their families and loved ones:
GF072 will never forget you.
Forever RIP xxxangelaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06120526191251263431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926869163513274705.post-69106833801345748162012-03-08T13:19:00.001-08:002012-03-08T13:19:13.493-08:00The life and times of me!: For Graham<a href="http://angelaperkins27.blogspot.com/2012/03/for-graham.html?spref=bl">The life and times of me!: For Graham</a>: It was 16 years ago when you came to live with me from Saudi Arabia . You were apparently bred for dog-fighting but had contracted distempe...angelaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06120526191251263431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926869163513274705.post-25877895572472507502012-03-08T12:07:00.004-08:002012-03-09T11:34:33.131-08:00For Graham<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">It was 16 years ago when you came to live with me from <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Saudi Arabia</place></country-region>. You were apparently bred for dog-fighting but had contracted distemper and were expected to die. You were just six weeks old and so weak that I left you in a box in the garden and vowed not to get too attached.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But you were obviously stronger than you looked and had a fierce determination that belied how weak and frail your little body was. So I allowed myself to get a little bit closer and moved you into the house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I gave you a person’s name, not a dog’s: Graham.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You were so clever… and cheeky! You pretended to be ill, even when the vet gave you the all clear, just so I would carry you around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We went everywhere together! The only dog allowed in restaurants in Bahrain because you gave the Manager those ‘feel sorry for me eyes’ as your chin rested on my shoulder with your paws holding around my neck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You sure knew how to play to the crowd, Graham, and everyone that met you fell in love with you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A year later, I threw a stick into the sea for you to fetch. You came out struggling to carry what looked like a sack of rubbish. I tried to pull you away but you refused to move.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We took them home with us – they were so ill. One died that night, but I nursed the other two back to health as you kept a vigil next to them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">They became your sisters and the three of you became the best of friends. As the ‘big brother’ you always looked out for them – Jau and Asker – named after the beach where you found them. Asker still lives with me today, an old lady of 15.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I can’t believe that it is six and a half years since I came to meet you, and your sisters, at <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Heathrow</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Airport</placetype></place>. You had travelled 4,000miles to be with me. That was the happiest day of my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had received the call the night before to say that you had boarded the flight but I was too nervous to call the next morning to make sure that you had made it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My mum and I waited anxiously at the Animal Reception Centre. A nurse came out and started speaking…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The three of you came through a few minutes later. I will never forget those licks and cuddles as I fell to the floor – all four of us unable to contain our excitement and relief at seeing each other again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My dream came true a few months later as I watched you running through the green fields of <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">England</place></country-region> – you loved those summer days!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But time can be cruel and, sadly, dogs don’t live as long as man and three years ago you suffered, not one, but two strokes. Once again you weren’t expected to live, and, once again, you defied all odds and, not only survived, but walked and even ran again!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You were in the shade of the house but came outside to eat your dinner. You had that little smile on your face as you ran back towards me in the kitchen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then you sat down. I knew you so well. I knew that something was terribly wrong. Don’t ask me how I knew. I just did. You see I knew you so well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I held your paw then, as you breathed your last breath and slipped away from me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You were my best-friend and unofficial protector, we looked out for each other. We had a secret language between us that only dog-owners will understand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s almost a year now, Graham, since I last rubbed your ear between my fingers as your head rested on my knee but I think of you everyday. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But one thing I feel every single day is grateful… Grateful to have had your unconditional love for 15 years… What a boy and what a life!</span></div>
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As I was sat having my hair blow dried and my nails manicured in the salon at the weekend, my mind drifted back to days gone by and my ‘former life’ in <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Bahrain</country-region></place>…</div>
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To a time when someone else coiffured my hair 3 times a week, as a girl hung off every limb whilst my hands and feet were delicately massaged and my fingers and toes neatly manicured and pedicured.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">First note to self (and others looking to repatriate): </b>Hair straighteners in the <country-region w:st="on">UK</country-region> are electronic ironing devices that are too hot to massage your scalp with - not those wonderful ladies from <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Thailand</place></country-region>. </div>
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It was a cold and damp November morning in 2007 as I anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring with my ‘door to door’ shipment from the <place w:st="on">Middle East</place>. A whole container and a half filled with my worldly possessions of the last 13 years - apart from my 3 darling dogs that were due to arrive the following week.</div>
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There, all neatly wrapped in (now sodden) cardboard were my treasured possessions piled up outside my house. Thousands of pounds worth of antiques and Persian rugs had been standing there since morning.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Third note to self (and others looking to repatriate):<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b>Being used to driving in a country where bottled water is more expensive than petrol, you may not find a ‘4x4’ quite so practical as you now have to budget (yes actually budget!) for petrol. (Having said that, this is a perfect excuse, like me, to ‘downsize’ to a Porsche)!!</div>
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I did, however, have lots of fun discovering my new neighbourhood back in those early days and managed to get lost on many occasions. Coming from an archipelago of islands to <place w:st="on">Shropshire</place> made taking directions from the ‘locals’ somewhat confusing!</div>
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Without those long r and r days and additional Islamic holidays, personal travel is now, sadly, few and far between and much more time is spent at work for a salary that goes mainly to the tax man, the local council (for bin collection once every two weeks!) and National Insurance (as I have only been to the doctors once in 5 years do you think I could ask for a refund??), free time is obviously important, therefore:</div>
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Last week I was helping host a Press Launch and knew there would be a lot of standing required. I wanted a look that was still glamorous but that was also practical and so bought what I would term as 'sensible shoes'...<br />
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To make up for the fact that I deemed them a little 'frumpy' (ie. only 11cm as opposed to the 'normal' minimum 15cm I would usually wear), I popped out at lunchtime to John Lewis to purchase some elegant legwear:<br />
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That's tights to me but, depending where you are reading this, these could also be termed as stockings or pantyhose.<br />
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I chose a pair of high-gloss with a seam up the back.<br />
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Tone: Nude<br />
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Now the fun really starts! How does one define 'Nude' and 'one-size fits all'?<br />
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I am a tall, slim European brunette with a slightly-tanned English skin tone at present. (I say at present as my weight can fluctuate, my skin tone can range from slightly tanned to 'Mancunian orange' and when wearing not-so-sensible footwear I can be over 6 foot in height - thus, deemed rather tall!<br />
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So, given all of the above, at the end of the day, how had my last minute purchases fared?<br />
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Well, I had a band-aid on my little toe, legs 4 shades lighter than my hands and face and to cap it all, wished I had worn a longer skirt as the crutch of my tights was visible below my hemline!<br />
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The moral or this story: One size does clearly not fit all and whilst one woman nude may be white (verging on blue) not all of us are!!!!<br />
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As for 'sensible shoes'?? Pah! Since when was I ever practical anyway?????<br />
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