Bit of a last minute post today. It being a bank holiday – yay! – we’ve been out and about letting the kids run of their energy and for the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and I to top up the feel good batteries.
I don’t know about your blogging process, but I try and store up ideas or even just things I’d like – or even may like – to talk about during the week. This week, though, well… ‘meh’ really 🙂 Monday through to Wednesday I just wasn’t with it. It wasn’t like there was anything physically wrong, I just couldn’t – and to use a 90s phrase – “get my sh** together.” 🙂 My heart just wasn’t in it. I think it was a work thing. I’ve been feeling pretty disconnected of late. Just turning up and pretty much going through the motions.
I think most of us – although I could be wrong – would like to feel that we’ve done something at work. Something to make a difference, no matter how small, to someone else’s day. A little help here or finishing something off to make the 37.5 hours you put in means something.
Feeling out of it, I did what some folk do: I went shopping. 🙂 I stopped off at a local out-of-town shopping centre and had an enjoyable lunchtime session of finding, trying on, rejecting and buying. I found some very nice sparkly red heels (in the sale), but if they’re a size eight, I’m a natural brunette. 😛
Armed with a bag full of goodies, I headed over to the changing rooms. The lady looked in the bag, looked at me (typical casual bloke gear) and asked: “You want to try all of these on?” I ‘uh-huhed’ and smiled and without any more ado, I headed into the changing rooms to help make my mind up. The shoes were too small, the skirts not really what I wanted but the purple top was very nice (reduced too!).
It was a welcome break from the feeling of ploughing treacle I had in the morning. After lunch, everything seemed to pick up. A spot of shopping and knowing that I’d be at Chameleons on Thursday put the spring back into my step.
Talking of Chameleons (Ed: ooo, seamless link), it was a very interesting evening. We had a good turn out and also a visit from TransFixed. They’re a TG friendly beauty salon who sell wigs and whatnot in Manchester. Anyways, and God bless ’em, they’d braved the pre-bank holiday motorway mayhem to come and see us.
The group also went through the finances and muggings here signed up to be a trustee. I mean, and not to be negative, but you don’t really know what’s around the corner. I’ve found the group a real haven and I’ve met some lovely people through it. It’s not a big deal to put my personal details down on a bank sheet and just be available. Just in case 🙂 To be honest, it felt a little odd signing my real ID down sat in skinnys and knee boots. 😀
Today’s lyric? Well, that came from something Tracey said while chatting to the ladies from TransFixed. They asked about the next generation. I think Sam and Angelina are our youngest visitors – everyone else is I think 30s plus. Tracey was saying that the next generation are just ‘out there’. Enjoying the mainstream venues and just getting on with it. I can’t comment as I’m not ‘down with the kids’. I hope that’s the case because it may mean that one day, groups like ours will be just social groups, not social and support groups.
I am a little nervous about the future, yes, but I am hopeful. Despite my cynical nature, I am an optimist at heart and I think things are changing for us. There will be bumps and slaps along the way, but one day we’ll get there.
[ Today’s lyric: The Glam Rock Cops by Carter USM ]
PS: I have a wee favour to ask of you all. Picture a gent in a white shirt and a cheeky grin (okay, not just a white shirt, that would be too revealing 😀 ) and think positive thoughts. A good friend of mine needs a little luck sending his way.