Alien

Hi, A couple of weeks ago, I popped round to see my folks. They’d been away and while on holiday, it had been my mum’s birthday. Now, with the kids being older and all of us being busy at the weekend, I went round on my own. Hello dutiful son points. 😉 There was the usual chit-chat, cake, and tea business. This is Britain after all. 🙂 An hour in and my sister and boyfriend – neither of who I’d seen in a while – turned up to much delight. It’s fine; I live away and I’m used to being in the background 🙂 As she and my mum started talking about who’d said what to who, and how certain […]

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Tea power

Hi, Do you find that you talk yourself out of doing something? Okay, sometimes this is a good thing (do I really want that second pint at lunch?), but if you’re anything like me – and you have my sympathy if you are! 🙂 – there are times when fortune favours the brave. So it was yesterday. I had the good fortune to be working at home (Yay! No meetings!) and as I worked through my Do List, I wondered about Thursday night out. The weather was a lot cooler and yet, I wasn’t quite in the right mood for it. Indeed, in many ways, I was revving myself up for just going along in Bob Mode. Summer can be […]

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Accepting your weirdness

Hi, Some weeks are just the passing of time, whereas some, are more a series of small, but happy events. This time around was one of those. Firstly, I was on Single Dad Duty for the early part, as the Ever Lovely Mrs J was away on a course. This meant early starts (I really don’t do mornings) and being organised, rather than loafing about until nearly school time, with a coffee and my smartphone. How single parents manage it all, I really don’t know and hats off to those that do. But, the Every Lovely Mrs J has returned and not too tired either, so it’s all good. It’s a week’s respite and then I think she’s got another […]

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Time: it makes fools of us all.

Hi, As I write this, it’s the wee hours, although the schedule option will pop it back to Friday night. I wasn’t home late from Chams, although the Ever Lovely Mrs J, who was up reading, wanted to be fast asleep before I turned in. I could have given the time, rather than ‘the wee hours’, but there’s those odd English phrases. The small hours, still of the night, witching hour, etc. All very colourful and, like much about being British, suitably vague and nonspecific! 🙂 So, not late back and not early there either. Hmm….. As I got changed back into my bloke clothes back at Chams, I thought back to the night that had been. Much laughter, stories shared, […]

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Don’t mess with Mr Inbetween

Hello dear reader, How’s things with you? Are you, like me, glad it’s Friday night? I know I am. This week has been…. troubling. Not difficult or hard, but tricky. I have been – to use an English phrase – been occasionally swinging the lead, as my heart just wasn’t in it. When I can get lost in my work, that’s a good thing. Distractions melt away and I’m happily in the zone listening to people, thinking up solutions and trying to make things a little better. But, when I can’t, I’m listening to the less-than-useful circular thought patterns. They’re like noisy planes stuck orbiting with no rush to land. Instead, they buzz and roar and generally get in the […]

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Tick tock, tick tock

Hi, Last week, another year on the clock. Oh, don’t mention clocks: this could be a terror threat. 🙂 I did wonder, skipping back those *cough* 40 odd *cough* years ago. What was it like for my parents? Okay obvious joke, probably agony for one of them 😉 Did my Dad rush in from work, or had he been there since the start of labour? I may have to ask. Skip on a few years, and a remember visiting my Mum, after my little sister was born. I also remember Dad taking us to the local toy shop (there were two in our little town). For some reason, he bought my sister and I toys. How this helps to adjust […]

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