The two eggs of a duck for BoM

As I am on the judging panel, my entries are ineligible for any prizes, which is a good thing!

Blog of the Month - New Theme for Tuesday, 18 October is the post for this month ...

October's theme:
This month, we're going down a much more personally reflective path.

If you had the opportunity to travel back in time - for just one week - to change just one thing in your life...what would it be?

I am a firm believer of what is done is done or as my maternal grandfather would put it there's no point greeting over spilt milk!

There is one thing that always happens when I think about our #BoM and that is I end up going back in time and revisiting memories, and today has been no different.

In fact as you see I have been preparing breakfast while I write this.

When this topic was chosen I knew I would have a tough really tough time writing a post....

I have seen far too many people beat themselves up about what if. It is done, we need to learn to deal with the aftermath.

The only what ifs that work for me are to mitigate risk. Running so many projects in the Oil industry we were wherever planning for future events and how to make things smooth sailing so to speak.

Here's a thought Silver Scot what if you got back on track and wrote this #BoM post!

Okay Okay let's rewind to one summer when I was 14.

This was my first close up encounter with a deathbed. My maternal grandfather was dying from cancer. Having never been sick in his life, he was terminally ill and at home with my grandmother in Fife. We lived miles away, but it was the summer holidays, so mother was with her parents helping nurse her father.

I had a school friend who lived nearby, so I was staying with him.

Grandpa was a bear of a man and an old school bank manager there were the pillars of the community. He was a Justice of the Peace, the treasurer of the Scottish Freemasons, an incredibly popular and well liked man. He was a huge figure in ways more than one and it was so sad to see him wither away.

I remember thinking that I would do absolutely anything if only he would get better.

Of course he didn't.

I would love to go back and have found a cure for cancer so he would have survived. But then I would want to go back again and again to have other people live.

Don't you just love butter on bread .... I fluffing love it💙

Then we get back to the what ifs. The town were I live now is where my best friend from University lived.

Many years ago we were going to the World Cup for a couple of weeks. He said he couldn't make it. He was a helicopter pilot and crashed whilst landing on an oil platform.

He died aged 25 while me and other friends were away partying at the World Cup.

I felt pissed off and deflated when I found out.

What if I made him come.
I replayed our conversations about this over and over in my head, what if I insisted he came with us as it was a once in a lifetime event...

BUT it does not do you any good, it can't change anything,what is done is done and all that happens is you get upset and wind yourself up.

As my grandfather said there's no point greeting over spilt milk!

I have been jumping all over the place with this post, which is cool, after all you cannot make an ommelete without breaking some eggs!

Which brings us back to my grandpa. He was the one that told my mother that the Doctors were all numpties as they could never find anything wrong with me. It was four years after he passed that Doctors finally diagnosed my arthritis. I often used to spend weekends visiting them from boarding school and grandma taught me heaps in the kitchen.

I love eggs and grandma taught me to cook fried eggs at an early age, and when in boarding school I would often cook them, they were and still are a comfort food.

I heard my friends mum on the phone and I knew that was it, and grandpa had passed away. So popped into her kitchen and start frying some eggs.

Sure enough in she came to break the news as I reached over to pick an egg to crack into the pan.

Imagine my surprise as it turned out to be a duck egg, my first, and it was so fluffing delicious.

The yolks were so big and tasty just like the ones I had just now.

It makes us wonder if I had gone back and made grandpa live I might never have had a duck egg by now... #justsaying

It would be cool to go back and change a week, but what is the most important that should be changed...

So for me, life is life and I will keep the way my life has been and not go back and change something, if anything I would like to go forward and change something. Now perhaps that is another #BoM topic!

Just like my eggs this post seems to have run all over the place!