Sunshine and Shmokes.
After waking up this morning and looking around the house I realised that I should dedicate the day to tidying up and doing some laundry.
Then the voices in my head started. "Fuck that." One said. "It's not all that bad." Said another. "You've got a fucked shoulder, take it easy." Said yet another. I commanded the voices to stop talking and thought about the situation.
Ten minutes later I was on a bus heading into town, away from the visual reminder of a pile of washing so high that the Army could use it for altitude training and the everyday detritus my coffee table, desk, bedside shelf and floor seem to produce out of nowhere.
Armed with my MP3 player and my book I sat in Princes Street gardens and whiled away five hours. I read my newspaper and some of my book as my music played. I had a few surreptitious shmokes and watched the world go by.
I spent at least an hour and a half staring at a leaf on a tree and wondered what it was like to be that leaf. Should I be worried? Is this a normal thing to think about? I'm fucked if I know. Answers to the usual address.
Then the voices in my head started. "Fuck that." One said. "It's not all that bad." Said another. "You've got a fucked shoulder, take it easy." Said yet another. I commanded the voices to stop talking and thought about the situation.
Ten minutes later I was on a bus heading into town, away from the visual reminder of a pile of washing so high that the Army could use it for altitude training and the everyday detritus my coffee table, desk, bedside shelf and floor seem to produce out of nowhere.
Armed with my MP3 player and my book I sat in Princes Street gardens and whiled away five hours. I read my newspaper and some of my book as my music played. I had a few surreptitious shmokes and watched the world go by.
I spent at least an hour and a half staring at a leaf on a tree and wondered what it was like to be that leaf. Should I be worried? Is this a normal thing to think about? I'm fucked if I know. Answers to the usual address.
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Salagatle!
It's makes for a great day...sitting watching the world go by and thinking random thoughts! Long may you get the chance to do so!
However on a purely female note...an hour and a half on the leaf was a bit excessive. You could have had the washing done and on the line by then...actually I'm going to guess you don't do hanging it out!
Love you loads
xxx Momma
So, watched any leaf fading lately?
Salagatle!
However, our house is always kept clean. Why put up a false front by cleaning when mom comes round? What if she decided to pop in uninvited?
Or are her visits so infrequent and un familiar that they occur by invitaion only? As for some special snack / titbit, well, thetre is always something to be had in the refrigerator, and my mum does not expect anything spacial. She is one of us, and has what we have.
As for my late dad, all he ever wanted was a cup of good coffee, or red wine, and maybe a piece of good Italian cheese, all three are always available in our home.
Fianlly, the so called smart arse comment was meant to be light hearted, and said in jest. I don't think our host at this site is insensitive to the level of respect out parents deserve, and am sure he makes his mum most welcome, as do most of us. So, if you are hung up (over) about some issues around parents and parenting, don't read my smartarse comments. I am a parent, and an\m pleased to say a successful one to date . (Steve will attest to this). I know the challanges around parenting!
Sacrifices made by our parents are also made by us, were made by theirs, and theirs before them. Maybe it's not really sacrifices, but just good parenting!!! Think about it!
AND NO! YOU ARE NOT A MORNING PERSON AT ALL.
lOVE YOUR BLOGG B.T.W.!
Just to set the record straight (ish). It is one of my pleasures in life going to visit Ross, giving him a bit of a tydy up and looking after him. I am the same with all my kids, they all make me feel welcome in their homes and have been brill kids. Like someone else said, it was a light hearted comment and not to be taken seriously.
Ausie land was good, came back early, due to family crisis. Am off again though, but no internet access where I am going, so speak to you in a few months, years, liftimes. Say hello, and goodbye to Tootsie for me. It was fun while it lasted.
will go by my proper name now.
I did see you that night at the Bainfield and was attracted to you but didn't think I stood a chance, just shows how wrong you can be. Was there with family for a night out, didn't really fancy going but changed mind at last minute, to get my Ma of my back. My Mum knows Ross's Mum.
Take care and best of luck for us both.
Andy