Last weekend we were packing. Packing. Packing. This weekend we were moving. Moving. Moving. The unfortunate thing is, though, the house we were going to move into fell through a World War 2 bunker, which lay hidden from the ground survey the builders didn’t do properly. So we’re homeless! Woop fucking woop! But the silver […]
Read moreA weekend melting
This weekend saw the thermometer melt as the mercury boiled, but fortunately, we weren’t overcome by the fumes. Instead, we spent Saturday day on the veranda… … and the evening by the creek. (When I said ‘veranda’ above, of course I meant a manky flat roof outside our hallway window, but ‘veranda’ just sounds so […]
Read moreA delayed weekend after a week unacknowledged
By Wednesday of last week, it was clear that the week didn’t want to be acknowledged. It was one of those weeks that got me under my skin. If I could forget something, I forgot it. Monday was summed up by the human shit I had to clear up in the car park. Not one […]
Read moreA weekend that gave birth to one of those Monday’s
A 915 haircut appointment on Saturday got me up and out by 830, which for my lie-in day, sucks. But I look pretty — I’d look prettier without the bags, but one must have a flaw. I popped to Primark with Jackie, but it was a fruitless endeavour because they didn’t have a rain coat […]
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A delayed weekend of kindest regards
A Scutt at the letting office took it upon themselves to bad mouth us to the landlord because we have the audacity to still have an issue with being given a boiler that looked like this: (It’s not easy to see, but the screws are missing and the flue is free-floating, perched by its crook […]
Read moreA very delayed weekend not visiting the allotment
The problem with writing a weekend post on a Wednesday is that I don’t remember what happened. I struggle to remember what happened come the Monday. To steal one of Myles’ favourite phrases, “I don’t remember”. With that said, it turns out that I do. Saturday saw us rescuing the kid because he was boooooooooooooooooored […]
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A weekend that ended with a shark in the sky
An arsehole came by the flat on Friday, under the impression that months of being lied to and disrespected has buttered us up to do what it wants. It puckered when it found out it hasn’t. Miraculously, now we’re the arseholes. I’ve demanded respect before I even begin to listen. After the kid’s team scored […]
Read moreA four day weekend for my birthday
Saturday afternoon was a BBQ at Erika’s. Sunday was LegoCity day with the kid. Owing to his half a thumb, Shaun got to watch us. Monday was a lot of nothing followed by the allotment in the afternoon. Tuesday was a visit from Jackie, Erika popped ‘round, and the kid turned up at the door. […]
Read moreA long weekend bobbing along at the mercy of the current
The bank holiday weekend started with traffic jams. It saw us lads kayaking or more like bobbing along at the mercy of the current. Saw Shaun lose the tip of his thumb. We still can’t find it. Was a mishmash of doing things and lying on my bed. The decapitated thumb looks like that scene […]
Read moreA weekend that started promptly, but then got delayed by a complaint email
I went to bed 20 minutes earlier than normal on Thursday night, which of course meant I woke up an hour earlier on Friday. With all this extra time, I got the washing in the machine and the dishes done. My efforts basically meant that the weekend started at 17:30 promptly. Saturday was an early […]
Read moreA delayed weekend with annoyingly subtle heartburn
The kid descended on Saturday and left us Sunday tussled and bedraggled, such a whirlwind he is… To somewhat calm ourselves, I tried my hand at this sausage tomato mascarpone pasta recipe. While it came out well / good / delicious — the tomato mascarpone sauce was better than store bought — the both of […]
Read moreA weekend at war
A state of war now exists between myself and Myles. The kid has taken to trumping on me, guerrilla style. While I didn’t retaliate at the time for fear of having a poo on his head, which would need to be rubbed into his hair and then dried with a hair-dryer, next weekend I’ll have […]
Read moreA delayed long weekend for an almost old-style birthday
It was my boy’s 40th and, owing to the relaxation of restrictions, we were able to enjoy the day with a small number of other people, albeit outside in the pissing rain while socially distanced. Not ones shy of a BBQ in adverse weather, we made the most of it.
Read moreA delayed weekend pre new job
Gone are the days of doing other people’s grocery shopping. And here are the days of overseeing cremations. To celebrate and prepare, the weekend was full of doing things. I treated myself to a haircut. ‘Treat’ lol — after however many months, it was a legal requirement. I tried to treat myself to a new […]
Read moreA delayed long weekend in Wales
Tired of socially distancing in Portsmouth, I went to do it in Wales. The end
Read moreA delayed weekend that ended a good week
Sure, my mood frayed, but it always frays — I’m not very good at sewing. I can do that patch thing with the iron, but even that only lasts an hour or two. But I digress… With the kid off school and Shaun off work, the week was as it should be in our shared […]
Read moreA delayed long weekend for chocolate
For such a chilled weekend, it’s been go-go-go! Friday had all the kids excited. Saturday had the quickest and maddest egg hunt I’ve ever seen go down. Sunday was food coma. Monday was the alcomahol. Tuesday was run-run-run around, followed by panning for stones at the allotment. Today, has been a sort of interview followed […]
Read moreBank holiday destruction
Today, I’ve really fancied getting out of my face. Like physically, out of it. And I’ve succeeded. Full self-destruction. But I do know, Tomorrow Tomos will regret this decision. He’ll like my face when he sees it (looser). He’ll think I’m great. He won’t appreciate the hangover. Certainly not with his job list and ear […]
Read moreEarache, headache, moodache
From the crown of my head to the base of my neck, in a thin strip behind my right ear, canes like a mother fucker. The ear canal feels a bit like burning, like as if I’ve taken something out of a hot oven without gloves on ‘cause I’m an idiot. A very talented idiot, […]
Read moreA weekend that changed timezones on me
This year, British Summer Time starting didn’t start the usual Friday night before it officially starts so I can get used to it, but started 7 minutes after it started, with me confused as hell. The problem I noticed this year, what with starting work at 2am on the day British Summer Time starts, my […]
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A delayed weekend sieving soil
As it sounds, Shaun and I sieved soil over the weekend. We got soil. We put said soil in a sieve. We sieved it. We then spread the freshly sieved soil out nice over the plot with a rake. We repeated. But we hadn’t totally lost the plot. We can restone Southsea beach with the […]
Read moreA weekend delayed, much needed
The delay is in two parts, mostly because I’ve been hanging. More importantly, though — Shaun and I cracked out the cards and got to doing what is us. Mostly, skittle vodka and shithead. It’s important to do these sorts of things, to remember our roots, because life does sure like to try and topple […]
Read moreA weekend at the window watching a pigeon drink
I was there 10 minutes — it was well thirsty! But in other news, Myles is getting good at his Hot Wheels track designs, and I’m a novice car mechanic. It took 28 longer than the 2 minutes the YouTube video suggested, and I needed a screwdriver that the man in the video didn’t, but […]
Read moreKitchen news
The kitchen is a shithole — I’m going to sort it out tomorrow. It didn’t start out like a shithole, but a whole day of not really being here and fuck me, it’s like a war zone! And what I don’t get is, I’ve been using the room on the hoof all day — since […]
Read moreA weekend making up for last
Last weekend’s post (deleted) touched vaguely upon the thought that one’s worth seems determined by one’s last act. Following on from that, there are limits to where understanding can lead before it becomes what is received. But since this weekend has ended much better than the week it closed, I’m not going to dwell on […]
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Bad urgings — UPDATE
Originally posted 25/02 @ 06:27 Bad thoughts this morning. Urging ones. I’m going to ignore them. I’m going to head to the allotment once the sun has come up. I’m sure I said yesterday that today was going to be better not worse. But then again, most of what I say and feel is invalid […]
Read moreA post in lieu of a weekend post that’s still being written
All last week I was a little backed up, but fortunately, with the weekend I had that saw me stay awake for 33/34 hours, I drank so much water that I was pissing every 15 minutes — by the end, my bladder was so used to being full it screamed ‘I NEED TO PEE’ even […]
Read moreOnly me
It doesn’t matter No-one cares I’m all alone I’m all that’s there The things I do All I give Means naught to no-one Only me
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Gentleman’s Relish
I found a tub of Gentleman’s Relish on my way around Sainsbury’s today. The last time I had Gentleman’s Relish it didn’t come in a tub. It’s great on toast, delicious in fact — mildly fishy if used sparingly. Have I really been out of the game that long?
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A weekend in pjs
Well, near enough — other than the 6 hours I spent in work, but I was back by 8am so it barely counts. Apparently, yesterday was valentines day — there’s no ‘apparently’ about it. It was. Completely forgot. Couldn’t give a shit. I heard on Capital a few days ago that people with my mindset […]
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A weekend of almost…
I tried my hand at making satay sauce and made a condiment. I put up a curtain pole and it’s only a bit crooked. I measured for curtains and should’ve done it with the pole up. But then it didn’t snow enough to make a snowman, so I drew a picture instead. Mine’s a bit […]
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A weekend searching for the kid’s marbles
Our problems began when the kid decided to count his marbles. He cracked open his head, scooped them all out, and lost a half-dozen when they rolled around the table. A few dozen more were lost during a game of marbles. Another handful scattered while testing out a Hot Wheels track. A few vanished due […]
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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…
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This me I be 