A journey of weekends

A weekend worn out

I’m pooped. I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m too tired for words. I’m a little vague on who I am, but that’s not always a bad thing. Sometimes it’s a nice discovery when I go ‘woo’ ’cause oh my… So true. So true. Saturday saw Myles taking me to Pirate Pete’s where, for one […]

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Life

A sweet little tale of distress

Walking to the shop today I overheard a very distressed little girl (she couldn’t have been more than 4) talking to her grandmother. “But granny,” the little girl cried. “I’ve got to stop my legs from growing!” “No darling,” granny soothed. “We need to buy you some new trousers.”

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A journey of weekends

A weekend, the first of a new decade

Monumentally spent building a rather complicated dragon lego figure and watching Scooby Doo. The war that followed Scooby Doo, between the dragon and the robbers who’d stolen the carpet, was epic. The carpet was lost, but so too the robbers. No better way to start a decade!

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New Year

It's 2020!!!

The year of perfect vision! I look back and sure, I enter the year minus employment, but I go in with less baggage, with new habits seized, and a better sense of who I am. 2019 showed me the sight of others, showed how understanding is bigger than me, how the brightest of lights can […]

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A journey of weekends, Christmas

A weekend wrapping presents

Not one endowed with the ability to select the perfect gift, I also lack in the wrapping department. Where I excel, though, is distracting with ribbon. I can’t tie bows, at least not classy ones, but I can get a pair of scissors and scrape ribbon into curls. So that’s what I did. I badly […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend after New York

A week ago today, at around this time, Jackie and I were landing at JFK. Our crack of dawn drive to Heathrow — my chance to re-do Security at the Gate — the hours of watching us fly through the sky curtesy of Virgin’s on-tail camera were all done as we prepared for touchdown in […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend putting up Christmas

Surprisingly, digging out the tree this year was easy. Goes to show the benefits of keeping things together in a sensible place 👍 To add to the ease, I didn’t spend the usual hours and hours, attempting, attempting, blindly believing that I can get the lights nice. I can’t. I never do. So this year […]

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Poems & short stories

Stitched together

I don’t know how I know me like I don’t know me at all It’s like my mind’s this lodger I found to share my body pall It’s like I am these strangers stitched together by the soul One feels hot and bothered while the other is freezing cold

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Poems & short stories, Work

Not quite the post I was planning, but close, sort of – what I intended got shot in the foot so there’s no title to give, just words. 1,051 of them. It ends with a lovely little moral that I feel is a life lesson, a must learn

Hidden is tomorrow, all the things I do not knowI know something is coming, something I need to know I know I need to know it, I need to react as wellI need to know what’s coming so I can plan aheadSo I sit and think and mull, I ponder and wonder tooI think up […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend not quite grasping the action plan

Do. Not. Work. That was the action plan. My thinking was logical. It’s the weekend. I’ve worked all week and it’s been really hectic. Birmingham, Reading, I’ve met my first learners. I worked last weekend (a little). Have a kick-up and chill weekend!!! I deserve it! Nah… I spent it rewriting my CV. “WHAT?! You’ve […]

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Poems & short stories

We should’ve tried harder

We should’ve helped each other better Given selfless care We should’ve seen the other’s pain hiding under hair We should’ve noticed different things Looked around for more We should’ve wished for both of us the feel of loving whole You could’ve found belief in me Peered beneath veneer You could’ve held aloft my depths without […]

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Poems & short stories

Our silence

This silence is easy between us. Peasy. Sort of nice, isn’t it? Peaceful. Grateful. Delightful. Seems natural too, don’t you think? Organic. Everyday. Bliss. Makes me wonder why we didn’t do this before. Why we thought it was hard. Silence is easy. Peasy. It’s only our active act momentarily. It doesn’t require the effort of […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend that ended daylight savings

Before I gained an hour, Saturday was a lads’ day. It started at lunch with hardcore trains and transformer action, and it ended watching movies, drinking ovaltine. After I gained an hour, Sunday turned into a reading ‘The principles and practices of assessment’ day. I was meant to be doing the autumn clean (bit like […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend to get hit by a wave

After a hectic second week as a home based funeral coach, which saw me in Cardiff, Bridgend, and Swindon, the weekend was split between a full Saturday and a fuck all Sunday. I met up with Myles on Saturday and we played with all of his new toys – transformers, more transformers (the kid has […]

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A journey of weekends, Work

A weekend after a week home working

My new job as a funeral coach is predominately home-based, and that’s great for a number of reasons: Never late for work! No commute! I finish work, I’m home with an actual click of the fingers! Sorted! Life is grand! I can get used to this. But I hadn’t taken into account that I work […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend that ended in Yeovil

Where? After a quick google, here: A decidedly random place to end a Sunday, but with the new job starting in Yeovil this morning, rather understandable. Saturday, I went to walk into town, got as far as the end of the road and had to turn back ’cause I’ve never been so wet, at least […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend feeling meh in the sunshine

It started mildly with a mild migraine, that sensation that I’m about 30 minutes away all day. Very meh feeling, exaserbating other things that make me feel meh. Gloomy gus. I’m starting a new job soon YAY! Very different. More me. Finding the thought daunting. I’ve never assessed someone in a funeral home before. Arranged […]

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Poems & short stories

I am more & you forgot

I am more than who you saw that day I am more than who you thought I am more than those assumptions you made Much more and you forgot You forgot that you are more like me You are more when just the same You are more than who I think I seeYou forgot and […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend for 424 miles

I drove to Wales on Friday and enjoyed a lovely detour over the heads of the valleys. Before the freedom of the countryside, I felt the bustle of humanity as we crawled along the M4 behind an abnormally wide load convoy being moved at rush hour. Great fun. I’ve told my mother that I’m never […]

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Life

I really fancy a rolo

On a whim, I bought a 4 pack of rolos, but that was last week. I was surprised by how short they’d got! Proper shrunk. Sat here, I really fancy a rolo. I had a rolo earlier you see, only 2, the end of tube 3. 4 – 3 = 1 Yippee! But no rolos […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of wheelbarrows, fishbowls, and an arsehole

Onions, picked Carrots, plucked. Potatoes, dug up. Rhubarb, tamed. The only things left on the allotment are courgettes, pumpkins, and nettles. For the latter, we’re at war. As of Friday evening, Shaun and I have reclaimed (most of) our paths, lined with carpet, and spent what felt like a decade laying wood chips. Wheelbarrow after […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of productive distraction

I’ve got a lot of shit done. Not my course work, but doorknobs changed, laptop trays fixed, I’ve even cleaned in crannies I hadn’t noticed before I’d donned my marigolds. I kept telling myself that I’ve got to do this so I’ve got no excuse. Well, it was just excuse after excuse, really.

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of Autumn in Summer

I like Autumn. I like good old fashioned Welsh Autumns, wall-to-wall rain. Not these fancy new windy Autumns in Summer. I’m not a fan of wind (musses my hair). We had a lot of wind. Not much rain. Can’t see the point. On Saturday, I was going to head into town but got blown halfway […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend stripping

If you’ve ever been to my home then you know about the pole and tassel set, but unlike my raunchy welcome, I spent Saturday stripping wallpaper. I had this steam woosher and a scraping thing, and it wasn’t the best job. It was awful. I had tit sweat and everything. On Sunday, I was planning […]

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Poems & short stories

TNT ‘n’ we

I don’t know why you’re looking at me like it’s all my fault. Yes, I pushed the plunger down and set that explosion off. But you wired up those wires we laid and we both set TNT. So I don’t know why you’re looking like all the blame’s on me.

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A journey of weekends

A weekend for a nuptial booze-up

The actual booze-up only lasted a few hours but recovery remains ongoing. It was Jade and Dan’s wedding, and considering they’d made the effort to come over from Australia, I could walk the 100-or-so-yards from my home and get pissed. HAPPY MARRIAGE! I don’t remember much of the night. I remember meeting up with Shaun, […]

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A journey of weekends, Death

A weekend without coursework

Ever since the dawn of time (at least it feels since then) I’ve been writing something called a ‘person-centred approach to death and dying progression assignment’ — happy stuff! Since I don’t like mentioning things I’ve not finished — I’M DONE!!! I got done last weekend and I’ve been spending all this time trying to […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of P!NK!!!!

I! LOVE! P!NK! I love her only a little less than Betty White, but there’s no-one I can love more than Betty. P!NK!!!! I saw her on her Funhouse Tour and she was bloody amazing! She barely had her feet on stage she was flinging herself around so vigorously. Throwing herself off something high, swinging […]

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Vertigo migraines

The sun is shining and it’s migraine time

No balance. Headache, but can’t do anything about that because: Nausea. Putting my poorly masked hostility aside, this is the first proper migraine since before Easter. Oh, there have been little ones here and there but nothing like this bastard. It all started with funny eyes last Thursday, the joke apparently me. Funny eyes need […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend without rain

Thanks to all the rain I’ve been able to neglect my allotment duties, but after a fortnight of not seeing the place, I thought I should pay a visit. So I did, Saturday. In a word: Jungle. The potato plots, sheer madness. The courgettes have exploded. The onions are like towering stalks, sunflower high (not […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend halfway to 70

IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!! So very old now. Ancient. I split my weekend between having ‘Happy Birthday’ sung at me and packing ready for Center Parcs.. It’s been a nicely chilled affair.  Much needed before this week of action ahead…

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A journey of weekends

A weekend partly cut short due to rain

Saturday began with a rush on chores — PANIC STATIONS! GET IT DONE! BUSY! BUSY! BUSY! I hate chores. After waiting for the washing machine to final finish, I was out the door, picking up MEAT, and heading to Shaun’s. As his father-in-law sanded-down and re-painted the front door (it was nice to see him […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of returning wanders

Jackie was first, jetting in from the Mediterranean. Shaun and Myles came next, cruising home from the West Country. Then came Kayte, limping in after a 29-mile charity walk. And then finally me, I rocked up with my bat hand (still) having had some self-induced nausea that turned into a migraine. I’m getting the low-down […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend in charge of the allotment

The two Chief Allotmenters, Shaun & Myles, are currently on their jollies leaving lowly old me in charge. There’s going to be dead onions or murdered marrows — something is bound to happen. Anyway, before I know the damage of what I’ve done, I weeded, watered, and planted courgettes. I find weeding is thankless, watering […]

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