A weekend with blinds
They arrived!!! A little battered and bruised, mind… But the blind people are sorting the damage and won’t be delivering them again through XPD unless they want them returned via their rectum. Alongside no longer having sheets as curtains, my spying game has upped a million-fold. In other news, I got repeatedly stung on the […]
Read moreWhen I wish I wasn’t me
When I wish I wasn’t me When I wish I was someone else I find it hard to remember why I should like me as myself The mirror looks pathetic The mind is less than kind All is me is hard to see beneath that which I find So silently I ponder So I wish myself away I […]
Read moreA delayed weekend of highlights
First off, my new habit has clearly not taken hold yet. Meant to be posting these on a Monday, but Monday’s seem to fail because I’m asleep when I used to post. So the big plan is to change this post to a Sunday, but it’s hard to remember to do things 24 hours earlier […]
Read moreA weekend that ended better than it started
I went into the weekend with one of those heads that make you feel worthless and came out with a head worth its weight in gold. Even yesterday, with those bright lights like sunlight threatening to shine into my room, managed to keep my head worth every ounce. (The lights didn’t shine long — I […]
Read moreDo see
It always comes back to me The way I do see the dayThe sun doesn’t shine the way I see itIt shines a different way
Read moreA belated weekend to rid this home of 2020
For the great big 00:00, I said Happy New Year to Shaun and went to bed, as is the covid way. Pretty much it. Begs the question why I couldn’t write this post yesterday… Not exactly ground breaking.
Read moreA long weekend for a covid Christmas
Because we were strongly promised (maybe) 5 days off covid restrictions, which made absolutely no sense until I realised that covid has been working 24/7 for months, globally, so most likely had put in a holiday request, which had been approved, I set about making plans. Option A was a 3 to 4 night stay […]
Read moreA weekend given 8 hours notice for lockdown with a fancy new name
Other than being unable to get Myles’ hair cut on Sunday, and subsequently getting a humph that required a reminder that hairdressers aren’t generally open during the dead of night, and they’re even less likely to be open when it is suddenly illegal, I can’t say this household has noticed much difference with the start […]
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A weekend adjusting to a new sleep routine
Sunday was a 4am start, which, surprisingly, was doable. Monday was a 2am start, which, other than lying in bed staring at the clock at 0130, was surprisingly doable. Bed time, though, is 7pm. The only issue is, I’m so tired, I hardly know who I am. I’m a little vague on the days. This […]
Read moreA weekend in a funny headspace
Not particularly hilarious, not bad nor good — hardly self-negative. For me, it was a struggle to keep a positive mind when everywhere I turned was showing up negative. Last week had been a difficult week for the majority of the people I hold dear. Their difficulties, while their own, remain my concern because I love […]
Read moreA weekend, the first not self-isolating
FREEDOM!!! Oh, it’s been bliss. It’s been the most beautiful weekend ever. I enjoyed Saturday — finally got the book mountain on a bookcase! I enjoyed Sunday — the day to myself was like the good old days when I used to potter around solo… Of the difficulties this weekend, no Myles = the biggest. […]
Read moreA weekend self-isolating 2
I went into the weekend without the ability to taste or smell and come out of it sniffing aromas and guessing what they are. Fun times. Almost as fun as looking out of the window at the builders queuing up to buy their sandwiches. Almost, not quite.
Read moreDay I don’t know +2 of self-isolating
I CAN VAGUELY TASTE MINT!!!! But a large southern comfort and lemonade tastes like tonic water. Not the biggest fan of tonic water. Tonic water tastes like someone’s washed their feet in it. Proper manky feet, too. Rather off-putting.
Read moreDay I don’t know + 1 of self-isolation — Uncle Oskar
While my migraine has broken and I woke up full of beans (ended up weeding and sweeping out my alleyway), across the country someways, a real proper, decent, caring, loving man I know — having fought so hard against so much — died in intensive care. The kidney failure couldn’t get him, and while the […]
Read moreDay I don’t know of self-isolation
The results are in…
Read moreA weekend self-isolating
B O R I N G Thankfully, I have now managed to get into the swing of this covid imprisonment — I’m no longer screaming up the walls. The most ‘can do’ instilling thing to happen this weekend was a call from Myles!! Best call ever! More, please!
Read moreDay 6 of self-isolation
Last night, I wrote: Fed-up. A lot going on. No Myles. No job. Ever so slight money worries. I’m worried for the people I love. I miss one desperately. I’ve been missing the point entirely. Been trying my best and not really succeeding. Probably not trying hard enough. Been listening, but not hearing. See? Nasty […]
Read moreDay 5 of self-isolating — test results are in!!
Drumroll, please…
Read moreDay 4 of self-isolation
Laura has sent emergency supplies (Southern Comfort). Opened at 12:01. Much appreciated. At least now the hallucinations have a cause.
Read moreDay 3 of self-isolation
I’m about to eat the wallpaper. Thing is, we haven’t got any wallpaper. I’m already hallucinating. Fuck. Set-in a lot quicker this time…
Read moreA weekend before a covid test
Due to the selfless dedication of one of Shaun’s colleagues who went into work with Covid-19 symptoms, last week ended on a high with jobs going out on time. For this week, their selflessness has given everyone the chance of a few days off. Shaun woke up on Saturday complaining of being hot. Sunday became […]
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At night, what sounds came up through the floorboards when you were a child?
For me, the peace before sleep would sound like a loud conversation, muffled — the occasional thud of the kitchen table with a rattle of uncleared plates — getting louder, falling soft, like a rhythm. A dog might bark. I could never catch what was being said. Back and forth — two distinct voices. One […]
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A weekend for a covid Halloween
Popcorn, sweets, and movies…
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‘Fairness’ — what is it? What does it mean?
The dictionary defines it as: Fairness (noun): impartial and just treatment or behaviour without favouritism or discrimination.
Read moreA weekend much needed
I think, with how life and its troubles are self-seen, that it is important to remind ourselves (when able) of the easy joys we can find without looking. It’s a quest to snatch — if we don’t take, we don’t have. Misery is free. A tiny snippet of joy is so easily missed. What would […]
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The need to achieve, a success
Today, I needed to achieve something a little more substantial than applying for jobs that I’m not going to get. In this aim, I was highly successful. Before: After: It took me an hour to reclaim the patio. The knotweed was a weaved mat — I’m dreading the rest of the allotment. I’ve already warned […]
Read moreA weekend chilled
After the full-on party action of last weekend, Myles read my mind and declared this weekend a chilled affair. Well, as chilled as movies, hot wheel tracks, and sugar-rushes allow.
Read moreA weekend P-A-R-T-Y-ing
It was Myles’ 6th birthday this weekend. This meant one thing… And party us lads did! Friday was all about the decorating. 150 balloons tied down in lovely places and piled into the sheet tacked to the ceiling ready for the balloon drop. Next it was bunting, about a mile of the stuff — even […]
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A weekend under a spot light
The restaurant underneath is opening in a few weeks as a Thai Tapas & Sushi place. I know! Sounds exciting! To prepare for their opening night, they’ve turned the lights on to light up their sign. To me, too. Except, they don’t light up the sign. Apparently, this was the best place to put them. […]
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Goodbye Bertie!!
The nice man from Car Components in Gosport cradled poor Bertie as he sobbed knowingly, this is the time I die… While ‘feeling emotional’ is a little excessive toward a car, there was a moment for thought while watching Bertie get towed to the carpark in the sky. All those near-misses — its scars as […]
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A weekend, the last with Bertie
The custom with a pet before having it put down is to spend its last few days before death doing fun things, having treats, and just generally enjoying the delights of life. This weekend, rail bridge repair work saw the A27 closed and my surrounding roads acquiring 30 min+ queues. So in the face of […]
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A weekend prehistoric
It’s taken us 3 attempts and hours of walking, but at long last we’ve found the prehistoric fern that’s been our motivation to go to Hundred Acre Wood! It’s a crazy looking fern. We turned ’round to the kid and said that there fern’s great-great-great-so-many-greats-grandparents got eaten by a Stegosaurus! In response, the kid complained […]
Read moreA weekend realising that a solution is needed
In my old flat, I’d open the door, take a step in, and hang my keys on the hook in front of me. I’d turn left, take a step, kick off my shoes, and drop my wallet in the box on the shoe rack. 6 more steps saw me in my living room. Another 6, […]
Read moreA weekend that required an extra day due to an administrational hiccup
It was technically this morning when I got to settling down to writing this weekend post, so I was running late, and figured I may as well wait until the other side of the day. The reason for my delay was that I was building my desk. In all truth, the desk was built, but […]
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A long weekend that ended with a forgotten weekend post
It all started bank holiday-esk enough with a cheery jaunt across national lines. England to Wales. Yep, parent visiting. (Need another bottle!) Things rolled as they tend to roll in the valleys, downhill and back up again (if there’s enough oomph). Fortunately, we ended up where we started, if not a little higher up the […]
Read moreA weekend hunting for my shaver
In the old flat, my shaver/trimmer/whatever — chin hair snipper — lived in a skull by the TV. Easy to find. Never need move, of course, as long as it wasn’t in use. A week last Thursday, I put said shaver in my brown carry-all, along with a few choice things that I wished to […]
Read moreA weekend (the first) in my new home
My bed has changed walls almost as many nights as I’ve slept in this flat. I’m loving how the ground floor (a restaurant) is terraced but our abode is detached in nature, very free of neighbourly disturbance. There’s sufficient space between our bedrooms that we can independently listen to music and bother no-one. By my […]
Read moreMy last night in this flat
I’ve had my last meal. I’ve taken my last stroll around the headland. Seen the lights twinkle. Heard the sea slosh. I’m going to watch my last movie. Have my last shower. Climb the stairs and struggle to sleep for the last time in this heat, in this flat. Tomorrow, like an obedient puppy following […]
Read moreA weekend too hot
I’m not built for 30C+. I’m definitely not built for 30C+ and moving. Fortunately, us boys took time out of melting for paddle boarding. Those few cool hours were the best all weekend.
Read moreA weekend with two homes
We got the keys on Friday! Sitting up in bed, here I come!!! Unfortunately, all my shit is in the wrong flat. After today, there’s two car loads moved and a very sleepy Tomos. A point for future note: Don’t move in the summer.
Read moreThought in a loop
I get a thought, something to say.I write it down, hip-hip-hooray!I read it back and ‘Ooo,’ I think,‘This thought of mine, better said like this…’ Press Enter twice — old down the page —And off I write, I start again!I read it back and ‘Ooo,’ I spy,‘It’s missing bits, this thought of mine…’ Expand, I […]
Read moreA weekend that started in full panic mode
Thursday was a busy day. Interview. See Myles. Drive to Wales. It all went well until I got Shaun to change my break bulb. I didn’t turn the engine fully off. Changing the bulb killed the battery. Click-click-click. This unexpected turn of events completely threw my mind mode into blind panic. I’m not very useful […]
Read moreA weekend flat hunting
The cupboard I call a flat is barely big enough for one, let alone two, especially not two and a half. What is needed is space, enough for two and a half men We need kitchen counters and cupboards. We need a living room that’s more than three steps from the centre of the kitchen. […]
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I don’t mean to be a self-horn tooter, but…
(It’s very apt.)
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A weekend putting finger to keyboard
For a change of pace, I have a letter to write! I love a good deep and meaningful, especially when all it brings about is circles. Around and around — is there an actual point? Because I couldn’t answer this, I spent much of the weekend watching movies.
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Another defrosted freezer, another pissed off cook
For the second time in a month, twat features here – Has turned the freezer off, not noticed, and defrosted its entire contents. It’s all mush. The cook is not pleased. There was a homemade doner longing to be eaten. Myles’ prickly palate had reasons to shout “Yum!” There was a lonesome Magnum that only […]
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A weekend of ‘moderate breezes’ (trees head-butting the pavement)
We had all that lovely weather when we couldn’t go to a beer garden, and now beer gardens are open, it’s Autumn in July! I think a strongly worded letter of complaint needs to be written to the arsehole who got the seasons muddled. We’re cool, Abe’s got it sorted. With the sun shining brightly […]
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Does a breakdown require a doctor’s signature?
I was talking to someone recently who’d been sectioned and we were discussing mental health and well-being, and I brought up my breakdown. I briefly covered my experience and got told that I hadn’t had a breakdown, I would know it if I had, and that a real breakdown requires a doctor’s signature. An uncle […]
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Advice and lip-service — I’m already sweet enough
On the day my funeral assessing role became surplus to requirements and I got the boot, I received advice that was echoed by two people in a position to know. Don’t give up, you’re born to be an assessor. Go for social care assessor roles, your skillset suits it well. Need anything, come to me. […]
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The care home/funeral home assessor paradox
If you’ve worked in a care home, you can go on to become a funeral assessor (if the fancy takes you). You don’t need funeral home experience. The care home world and the funeral home world cross-over and are totally related. If you’ve worked in a funeral home, you can’t go on to become a […]
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