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True Confession here  . . .  I love watching the odd show like Real Housewives.   I have never watched a whole series of them, but I started watching the Real Housewives of NYC this past week or so and I am hooked on this glimpse into their world.

I know I shouldn't be, but I find them oddly fascinating and I'm not sure why. Maybe its because I have had a rare real-life peek into the lives of extremely wealthy people. I spent 7 years in that bubble and I think I have just about seen it all. I could probably tell you stories that would make your hair curl. (Lets just say these people haven't got a clue as to what reality really is.) These people were not nice people, or kind, or caring.  I don't think the RHNYC are a touch as wealthy as the people I worked for however, so they are a little bit more down to earth. 

I'm not sure why I find this so fascinating.  Todd doesn't understand it in the least, but then again, I don't understand his fascination with spaghetti westerns. 

 

There is a Real Housewives of Cheshire as well. Cheshire is the county I live in.  These women live in the Golden Triangle of Cheshire. The Golden Triangle is an area of affluent towns and villages in Cheshire such as Wilmslow, Mottram St. Andrew and Alderley Edge. The exact three points of the triangle are the subject of local debate, but are generally considered to be Wilmslow, Alderley Edge and Prestbury. The Beckhams live (d) in the Golden Triangle. The area is noted for expensive houses, pleasant countryside, famous footballers, celebrities and entrepreneurs.  Our lady that we had to come clean for us a few months back was once like these women.  Married to a very wealthy man, ensconced in a big mansion out in the countryside and living what she said was a very vacuous life, a life that she chose to leave because it was boring and had no real depth or meaning to it.   

A great contrast to the people of my community.  There is a huge gap. In bed last night, I found myself wondering last night what a show called The Real Housewives of Blacon would look like  . . . 

 

 The people in my community are the salt of the earth even if some of them don't know how to spell. This was actually painted on the pavement in front of one of our primary schools. It should say "Clear." As in Keep Clear.  It has since been fixed. 

 

The hairstyle of choice for many young women is the messy bun . . .  

  

Their uniform is the ever popular leggings, preferably in a lepoard print, with trainers . . .  

 

And a puffy jacket worn 365 days of the year, along with the accessories of overly large hoop earrings and sunglasses.  Cigarette hanging out of the mouth, optional.  Lip and nose piercings are very popular as well as are . . . 

 

The Scouse Brow (yes they really call it that), along with fake tans and grotesque nail extensions.  I remember the first time I saw the Scouse Brow.  I about fell off my seat on the bus.  The young woman looked like she had two huge black butterflies fighting for the space above her eyes. It was quite surreal.

The young male can be seen riding his bicycle (Look no hands ma!) around the sidewalks with a hoodie pulled over up his head. They may or may not be accompanied by a Pit Bull.

Most of the people in my community are the salt of the earth however, and kind, kind, kind . . .  which is what truly matters most.

They have some of the biggest hearts and deepest pockets.  Throughout this Pandemic most have been reaching out to others in amazingly kind and caring ways. Going around the houses, checking on the shut-ins and elderly, making sure they have what they need. We have not gone without in the least through any of this and then some. 

The first words out of their mouths when you meet is likely to be "Y'awright?"  (Are you alright.) And they really want to know. They are some of the least pretentious people on the planet and I love them dearly. When we lived down South I used to wish we were living back here in the North West.  I guess that is because, like them, I have no pretentions. I am normal, ordinary working-class people. 

They don't make television shows about people like us because we don't live particularly exciting lives I guess, and kindness doesn't sell.  It should though. It really should. I don't think I would want to ever live anywhere else  . . .  except maybe Vermont.

 

We have had thunderstorms rumbling through here the last day or so and I guess we haven't heard the end of then according to the weather channel.  Lots of rain is expected and then next week they say hot, hot, hot temperatures.  (After the thunderstorms and rain, probably humid as well.) 

"Storms make trees take deeper roots."

~Dolly Parton 

The mobile dog groomer is coming today, yay!  I had it marked on the calendar wrong.  Mitzie will be so much cooler and smell so much better!  Can't wait. It is a bit more expensive than the one we normally take her to but, there is no contact and Todd doesn't have to drive anywhere.  Fingers crossed it goes well. 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for today . . . 

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 *There is no passion to be found

in settling for a life that is less

than the one you are capable

of living. •。★★ 。* 。

~Nelson Mandela•。★★ 。* 。 

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Classic Cornish Splits.  These used to be quite common in Cream Teas, but have since been replaced wih scones. Probably because it is quicker to make scones.

Have a great day! Don't forget! 

 
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