A journey of weekends

A 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.

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Day 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 […]

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A journey of weekends

A 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!

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Day 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 […]

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A journey of weekends

A 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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A 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 […]

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A 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 journey of weekends

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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A journey of weekends

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 […]

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A 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 […]

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A journey of weekends

A 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 […]

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My 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 […]

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A journey of weekends

A 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.

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A journey of weekends

A 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.

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A 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 […]

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A 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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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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Mental well-being

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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A journey of weekends

A weekend a foot shorter than the tallest nettle

This year, a lot due to Shaun’s shoulder, this covid way of life, and a little because of I-can’t-be-arsed-itus, the allotment has had the attention it’s been used to. Nothing’s been planted. We’ve hardly been to see it. With restrictions lifting, his shoulder mended, and motivation restored, we went to the allotment! And my gosh, […]

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A weekend with the foxes in the forest

To help Myles with his home-school work (and keep his teachers off his back) we went on a home-school trip to Foxes Forest. We had to find a bird. Find a tree. Spot some grass and find a breeze. And other things, like photographing flowers and leaves. We found lots of trees and birds, and […]

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A weekend for my half-birthday *

* This half-birthday has taken 12 months! Because 2020 doesn’t really count, I’ve decided that I wasn’t 36 this weekend, I was 35½. I’m not going to be 36 until next June when apparently I’m meant to 37! Shit happens. And the best thing is, my maths works for everyone!

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A weekend before the big 3-6

This time next week, I’ll be halfway to 72. With lockdown still happening, although ever so slightly eased, this week has seen a dream for Greek meatballs achieved. Homemade. It turns out, this cooking from scratch lark, is doable. Still can’t cook an egg, though.

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A journey of weekends

A weekend fast & furious

The Fast and the Furious 2 Fast 2 Furious The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift Fast & Furious Fast Five Fast & Furious 6 Furious 7 Had we not been distracted by 2 and a half men, we might’ve been able to watch the 8th film. The Fate of the Furious But still, a […]

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A weekend ticklish

I don’t know whether it’s because my moobs are more sensitive because it’s that time of the month, or because I’m just generally more ticklish, but every shower this weekend has been a rib-tickler.

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Trump! Ah shit!

Apparently, and this is cracking me up, I was very gassy the night before last and kept farting myself awake like a dog — trump, act all startled, fall back to sleep!

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A weekend that kept to its scheduled number of days

It’s Monday! I know it’s Monday! I’ve known it’s Monday all day! Yay! I even knew yesterday was Sunday! The day before was Saturday! I’m getting proper good with this changing named-days lark. I’ve been trying to remember the last time I went outside. I think it was Friday. I didn’t go out Saturday because […]

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