Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 401 – Together Part 2


“Time together as a family is a gift.”

Joanna Gaines

Yes, I am revisiting Togetherness as it felt apt, again, this week.

For two reasons.

The first is that Pops and Mum are back after being away for four weeks in Kenya, doing the whole togetherness thing with family there. My mum lost one of her brothers during the pandemic and could not see him or grieve with her other brother at all. This visit was filled with sadness and happiness, too.

They visited many families who have lost people over the last couple of years.

Then spent quality time with my uncle and aunts.

We all know how precious and fickle life is. In your golden years that is felt even more keenly. Mum and her brother live in different countries. That distance feels bigger, now, at a time they would love to be a short drive away from one another.

However they packed many memories into the few weeks they were there, and have come back with many stories for my brother and me to listen to.

The second one is to say that family is not only blood-related.

On Friday we went out for a meal, my colleagues and I. The whole school staff were invited, and a fair few were there. It was an emotional gathering for various reasons, and one thing our Head Teacher said was that she considers us all family.

And we are.

You sometimes spend more time with the people you work with than with your own family, which is a drain. But, having that bond with your colleagues makes those long hours pass much more pleasantly. So an evening with people I had already spent the day with was still as much of a pleasure as spending time with my own family.

And, as an aside, I have my friends who are more like family, and you, my Blogily, as I always call you!

So, tell me, do you have people you consider ‘family’ outside of your blood relations?


Wishing you a wonderfully peaceful Sunday, Peeps!

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 400 – Together


“I thing togetherness is a very important ingredient to family life.”

Barbara Bush

What a beautiful quote you pulled up, today, Spidey!

I am still on a little high, as I write this.

On Saturday I met with my darling ‘big’ little brother, who was over from Finland for some business meetings in London.

We haven’t seen each other for over 3 years, what with being in another country, and and the madness of Covid, the last couple of years.

My brother and I have a very close relationship, but it wasn’t always the case. As kids, we definitely rubbed each other up the wrong way, but which sibling duo doesn’t?

As we grew older, our appreciation for one another grew stronger, as did our love.

But it still doesn’t help to be so far away from one another. Video calls are wonderful things. It means I get to see my nephews growing up, but nothing can beat face-to-face.

And you know I am a hugger. I come from a family of huggers, and I’d like to think of myself as a good hugger. I come from good hugging lineage. My Pops is the BEST hugger in the world, and anyone who has experienced one of his hugs will tell you so.

So, this hug, below, as well as plenty of others, and a few hours to talk, and be together, lit up my day/week/month/year!

It was short, but so needed. And I can’t wait for when he comes again, with the rest of the family, s we can spend even more quality time together. 🥰

So, tell me, how often do you get together with your family? And, are you a hugger?


Wishing you a wonderfully peaceful Sunday, Peeps!

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 342 – Family


“I love to see my family together. That’s what life is about. It’s about family.”

Ja Rule

Lovely thought, you found there, Spidey, thank you!

I really do love to see my family together, and in a perfect world, we would all be together, physically, a lot more.

However, today, we were all together, in a different way.

It was heartwarming to see my Pops and Mum, on a video call, with my brother, sis-in-law and my Finndian Nephews, in Helsinki. They have finally managed to get out there, to see the Finnish contingency, after over 2 years.

So, even though I was only there, via screen, we were all together, for the first time in a long while.

And, yes, I wished I was there, but I was so, so happy that my parents were able to get there. My nephews faces, the love they bestowed upon their Dada and Dadi, so precious!

One day, soon enough, we will be together, but right now, I am content to be able to be with them, in this way.

So, what about you? Do you love the age of the video call?


Wishing you a wonderfully peaceful Sunday, Peeps!

Wisp #writephoto

Sue’s #Writephoto prompt this week:

Sitting cramped in the corner of the train carriage, Meena glimpsed a flash of the blue sky, wisps of cloud dancing across without any cares in the world.
Why, when the sky was the same, here, and there?
Why, when the clouds moved with such freedom?
People were squashed in the carriage, fear etched on their faces. some were crying. The only laughter came from small children who were unaware of what was happening.
Meena and her family had fled their ancestral home, in the city of Lahore.
It was February, 1947.
One of millions of families, displaced when the border was announced, they had hurriedly collected basic belongings, and disappeared in the middle of the night, to catch a train, hoping to reach the other side of the border in one piece.
The stories that had reached them had told of endless bloodshed.
Fights, murder, rape.
The Muslims in the area, once friends, were gathering Hindu and Sikh families and slaughtering them brutally.
And across that shiny new border, the same was happening, but in the opposite way.
There, Muslim families, not unlike hers, were battling a journey in the opposite direction, leaving their homes and lives, trying to reach the apparent safety of Pakistan.
She thought of  Amira, her best friend.
They had clung together, in tears at the thought of being separated, having grown up together.
But there was no choice. If she stayed, she would be killed, just like all the other non-Muslims.
The train was moving. They were safe. Stories of gangs boarding trains, and killing whole trainloads of passengers haunted the minds of everyone.
As long as it kept moving, they would be fine.
After a short while, the train slowed, coming to a halt.
Fear spread among the passengers, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
Cries of battle were called, and the train was soon a blood bath. Passengers pulled out by their hair, throats cut. Woman mauled and raped before being left for dead. Small children witnessing atrocities being committed on their families, before being cruelly killed.
Meena’s eyes glazed over for the last time, staring up at the sky.


Above her, the clouds still danced, untouched by the events below, so it seemed, but if you looked closely, the pink tinges seemed to reflect the rivers of red flowing beneath…


Sorry for the slightly sombre entry this week.

I am sitting here, watching a series of programmes that aired on BBC1 last night, My Family, Partition and Me: India 1047.

August 15th and 16th, saw Pakistan and India respectively, celebrating 70 years of Independence from British Rule.

But the horrors that the partition which preceded this independence will never be forgotten by those who experienced it.

I have been lucky to have been brought up in an atmosphere of equality, where regardless of race or religion, friendships look at the people first, rather than their background.

My best friend, and soul sister is a Muslim. I am Sikh.

I cannot imagine a life without her, or her family.

I thank God that we are living now, rather than 70 years ago.

Though, with the happenings around the world in recent years, it scares me.

Like the Holocaust and Jewish ethnic cleansing, the Partition tore families and friends apart.

Please, let’s not let this happen again.

#London #Together #Strong


A nonet inspired by the awful happenings of last night…

When will all this fear and hatred end?
Lives taken for no true reason?
Evil, you will not break us
We are tougher than that
We will not run scared
We stand as one
Ritu 2017

Last night I went out for the first time in a long time. And the end of my evening I was made aware of these happenings at London Bridge and then Borough Market.

It saddens, and sickens me, and pretty much all of those around me too. My kids question why?

Lil Man, this morning, said, “When I grow up, I’m going to put posters up everywhere saying ‘Where is the love?’ That’ll help.”

If only it were that simple.

It’s the repercussions that worry me.

Take today. There is a BIG cricket match. India Vs Pakistan.

For those with not much sense, what a great target for a revenge attack!

Pakistan – Muslims!

India – Brown faces!

But most of these terrorists haven’t been of Pakistani descent, and aren’t from India either.

Yet that is not the point either.

I am already having flutterings of panic about going to London next week for the ABBA’s. Still, I won’t let it beat me, and we can’t let these idiots ruin life for us. As long as we, the majority, stand together, wherever we are, humanity will win.

“An eye for an eye will only make the world blind.” Mahatma Gandhi

Peace out there Peeps, to you all.

Stay Safe London, and everywhere.


My interactive peeps!

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