No time to think, or catch forty winks. Always talking, but conversation are few. Busy, busy… but no further forward. Lonely, but rarely alone. How long to lose me? Two years almost… Torn between the comfort of home, and what was. Tomorrow. I’ll start tomorrow. Or Monday. It’ll be different then. Routine is what I…
Maybe THIS is my favourite age
Visited my tat-man Lee again last week, and same as during my previous visits, Lee introduced me to new [to me] music – this time I discovered Johnny Cash’s ‘American Recordings’. The house is empty this morning, so I’m spending a couple of hours doing a bit of work that needs to be done before…
Post-rona and the queue for the lav
On Monday (Tuesday, Wednesday, etc…) we eat cake, because what is WFH without cake and kegs of coffee. Month 11. ELEVEN. I was joking previously with the whole ‘Day 279’ stuff, but it’s real isn’t it!! My concentration isn’t good enough to count which day we’re actually on, but it’s nearly a year. A WHOLE…
You have been evicted. Please leave the big white house.
…abasyn’ia nasty little man. So much damage left in his wake. BUT, hopefully (perhaps, maaaaybe?) a lesson that reality TV and actual living life in the real world shouldn’t mix, with Chumps time in office the result of a hideous experiment started some twenty years before. I’ll put my hand up as an obsessive fan…
Gimme Some Space
New work clothes! The message feels appropriate for where my head is at. I’ve spent 15 of my 22.5hrs WFH so far this week, in meetings. For the majority of that time I’ve also made futile attempts to stop the squatters’ minds from going to mush, and prevent the dog-cat from eating the doofer, or…
Reigniting my Christmas sparkle
Baubles worn as earrings. Decorations emerging from the attic early October. ‘Happy Holiday’ sung to greet family throughout December… and always with a sway. Home made coleslaw, mince pies, upside down kisses and black bags of freshly cut holly. The cryptic clues behind the strangest of presents. The best dishes, oozing with mushy peas. Pre-Christmas…
Abasyn’ia, 2020!
I mean, I’d like to say I’ve had more glamorous NYEs, but that wouldn’t be true, or at least not for the last decade and more. What a blooming year, eh?! I’ve been one of the fortunate ones, benefitting from (surviving) time with the squatters and Stu that I could never have imagined. Busier at…
“I don’t believe it”…
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, BANG! It’s been a slow creep, but it’s happened. I’ve become Victor Meldrew. Does it happen to us all eventually or is it just me?
My mojo epiphany – Game changer!
How’s your mojo? Is it behaving? What strategies do you have to keep it in check? Why am I talking about my mojo* as if it’s a thing removed from me? Because this is my coping strategy. It’s a new approach I adopted a few months ago… and for now it’s working. It came to…
Say no to drugs!
Do you trust you? I don’t trust me! Confession time coming up. I’ve never touched drugs. I’ve never really known how to access them, but I suppose if I was keen, I’d have found a way. Truth is I’ve never been interested and my lack of interest has almost certainly been generated by the fear…
Sorting My Kerfuffle 