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  1. A Wood Pigeon called,

    For some time now, as I'd stood at the kitchen sink, I'd noticed sparrows fluttering down onto the ground. So close to the house that I couldn't see them and for the life of me I couldn't think why. We don't feed the birds for fear of encouraging rats. So what was it? I wondered. What was drawing them? Right up to the kitchen window almost.
    Well? Earlier, today, as I stood at the sink, doing some washing-up, a Wood-Pigeon flew down and settled on the fence close to the house. Nothing new there, ...

    Updated July 18th, 2018 at 05:56 PM by dither

  2. CBD Oil...

    Supposed to be good for aches and pains. Apparently.
    Marijuana with the enjoyment taken out.
    Well? I've been and gone and bought some cbd oil capsules.
    Will be collecting them next week and hope/intend to start taking them towards the end of next week. I'm not working next week.

    So, in case anybody out there is interested/curious like me I shall let you know how it goes.
    Right now I'm just hoping that I don't get any sort of reaction to it.... and.... we shall ...

    Updated July 15th, 2018 at 09:19 AM by dither

  3. feeling scared....

    When every interruption to normality, even the slightest irritation turns into a tsunami, and all I want to do is run and hide. That's where I'm at right now. Yes It'll pass and what doesn't pass I shall deal with obviously. Oh how I yearn for peace of mind. Often, like now, I just wish that I could run away from the life that I have. But where would I go? And who's to say that it would make any difference? I AM the problem. It's not the world's fault. Yes I know that.
    Also, I think about ...
  4. My new monitor...

    So glad it was a cheapo.
    Just read the instructions and I really don't see it happening.
    Easy to follow.
    I guess they hadn't reckoned an old fool like me.
    I shall persevere with my cranky old one for now.
    Might look into an I-phone but even with that I see similar problems.
    Technology eh?
  5. Staining my garden-fence...

    I'd forgotten how relaxing wood-staining my garden fence could be. It's probably too little too late now. I can't tell you how many years I've been saying " I really must give that fence a go this year. Weather permitting." Well? Today? I did it. Or rather, half did it. It's a long fence. I couldn't say, off hand, how many panels we have, nine? Ten maybe? I stained four, got stung by nettles, tripped and fell into under-growth, broke the handle of my cheapo paint-brush in two, cursed ...
  6. When you don't know who to trust...

    Or even HOW to trust.
    Things going wrong here and I don't know what to do.

    Stuff needs doing on the house and I can't face taking the risk of being hit on by a rogue-trader.

    My pc monitor is on the blink and don't know how long this session will last. It could cut out at any moment.

    They stopped printing the "Yellow pages ", probably, I think, because of the electronic information highway but when your pc goes down how do you look for help? ...
  7. My yearly hair-cut....

    The time is rapidly approaching now and once more I am faced with the getting the timing right. I have always, in the past, waited until June, or even as late as July, but, as I've aged my hair doesn't grow back as quickly or as thickly as it once might have , before I know it, the Autumn months quickly followed by Winter are upon us and I need all the hair-cover that I can muster.

    I wonder if it will attract any comments this year. I shall have what is known as " the half cut ...
  8. Mixed feelings...

    I went back to my old home town today.

    Funny how the past can be remember/looked upon so fondly. Too fondly perhaps. There must have been good times of course. Not to mention one's youth and childhood. It wasn't ALL bad.

    Today, walking down Cambridge Street towards the town centre, remembering Goode's the old Fishmonger's, I can see all so vividly in my mind's eye.The whole shop-front, and it was a fair width, must have been a good twenty meters or so, was completely ...

    Updated April 14th, 2018 at 06:45 PM by dither

  9. Losing out to i.c.t.

    In the jobs mkt.
    What's an old guy like me to do?


    I love working nights and the line of work that I'm in but the workplace is placing such technological demands that I'm longer able to go with the flow. I'm drowning in a sea of confusion here, am no longer up to the task and a time where I shall rendered un-employable my my employer is fast approaching. Damn damn damn computer-based technology.
  10. Life's little pleasures....

    Every day I do a fair walking to and from work and am forever, it seems, dodging cyclists. They're a menace and a danger. They say that the roads are too dangerous for bicycles and feel safer on the paths which is all very fine but where's that leave us pedestrians? Where are we supposed to go?
    Well, anyway, never mind about that.

    Early one morning, few weeks ago, I was making my home way from work, heading for my bus stop and I could see a cyclist peddling towards me so as ...

    Updated April 1st, 2018 at 12:35 PM by dither

  11. Express dining.

    So many times and for so long now I've promised myself that I would give the Express diner, the cafe' in Asda's a try, and never have but... All last week, for some unknown reason, those two words [express] and [diner] were bouncing around in my head like a pinball. "Express", I ponder the meaning of the word and the connotations that it my conjure up in one's mind and so I googled it.

    Communicate. Convey. Indicate. Show. Demonstrate etc.
    To express, the act or rather ...

    Updated March 25th, 2018 at 03:37 PM by dither

  12. You couldn't MAKE it up.

    And if you could, you sad bastard. Joking of course.

    Yesterday, after dinner, I took my last Glucosamine tablet. I had been sure that when bought them I'd bought two tubs together and that I'd got a fresh lot waiting to be opened but I hadn't and so, earlier today, I logged into the online suppliers website to place an order and made a complete horlicks of it. I don't want to join their club. I don't to register, have an account, whatever. I just want to buy some glucosamine tablets. ...

    Updated March 22nd, 2018 at 06:45 PM by dither

  13. Life eh?

    I suppose, I ought to think myself lucky:

    Many years ago, I was a smoker and, like many, had many failed attempts at giving it up. Then, because of being incapacitated with a leg injury, my smoking got heavy, not quite to chain-smoking proportions but I was well on my way and then, completely out of the and totally unexpected, I suddenly realised that I hadn't smoked for a couple days. I actually got sick of smoking. The doc reckoned that I had unintentionally put my self through something ...
  14. Too self-conscious.

    For weeks now I been wanting to check out the cafe' at my local Asda supermarket but.... There's always a but isn't there. The Sally Ann is a bit up-market for me and I'm prepared to forego the fitted carpets and polite conversation, maybe, for a less expensive cuppa. I'm not a skinflint, I'm just careful. Okay? As an old Scottish acquaintance used to say, " every penny's a prisoner ". Well not exactly.

    It possible of course that I shall find the Asda cafe' experience hugely ...

    Updated March 1st, 2018 at 01:30 PM by dither

  15. Screw you ASsociated DAiries.

    Better known as Asda stores. This old ram isn't for shepherding.

    Saturday morning, the morning after a god awful night, working in the lightest drizzle that had seemed intent on seeing out the shift with me right to the punch of the clock and, having got home, I still had the weekly shopping run to do.

    Well, it's all pretty much routine really. Buy a newspaper, get some cash from a hole in the wall on my way to the bus-stop and get my sorry worn out old bod to Lidl's. ...

    Updated January 21st, 2018 at 11:27 PM by dither

  16. Morning glory...

    Nooo, not that morning glory.

    This morning, due to my having been on the go for something like 26/27 hours with no sleep, eventually crashing at around five pm yesterday and Logging out, switching off, hitting the sack, dead, gone, totally zonked, At precisely five o'clock this morning, five 'til five, twelve hours, well that ain't bad, I was up and firing on all pots, tippy-toeing around the house downstairs while 'er indoors snored er ephing head off, I mean got her beauty ...

    Updated January 14th, 2018 at 02:29 PM by dither

  17. Coffee at Sally Ann's.

    I've been meaning to go there since I don't know when and today I finally stepped over the threshold.

    Church Street might as well be renamed Sally's. As you walk to the end of the High Street in Stugely on the left hand side heading southwards you come to a small cafe' that rounds the corner of High Street and Church. Walking along Church Street, without crossing over, there is a small electrical shop, a cheap shoes shop and then you come to Sally Ann's. This too rounds ...

    Updated January 14th, 2018 at 10:19 AM by dither

  18. The self-help book by John Parkin. My thoughts so far.

    Well, in spite of first impressions, I started reading the book and I stuck with. There are 230 pages and my bookmark sits at page 99.

    My thoughts on the book now? Well?

    I don't think that the concept is new at all.

    It's not about gaining friends, money, wealth, success etc. but letting go of the desire for such things by examining all the things that we don't have and saying " f**k it. Does it really matter?" and simply accepting what is. That's ...

    Updated December 31st, 2017 at 12:02 PM by dither

  19. $*^_)*!%+

    He'd decided at some point over Christmas, Christmas being 25/26th, that he would get his tired old body into gear, get washed, have a shave even, and take bus-ride out to Barkton. He had a library book with a due-back that was fast approaching so he would have to make the effort sometime soon. Also he was looking to purchase one from a bookseller in town. The 27th seemed as good a day as any and so on that Wednasday morning he was out of bed bright and early with an excursion to Barkton, by bus, ...

    Updated December 29th, 2017 at 01:52 PM by dither

  20. A self-help book by John Parkin

    I'm tempted to buy a copy. A local book-seller has it in stock right now.

    It is, I think, I hope, it would seem, a way of teaching, no , coaching, one's self in the practice of not looking back.

    That's not to say that you should ever stop caring but, with the best possible intentions, when things go wrong, or seem to be going wrong, " fuck it " basically. You can't change what has gone before. Move on.

    I can't/couldn't ever see myself adopting such ...

    Updated December 31st, 2017 at 09:17 AM by dither

  21. Faith and hope.


    It's the Monday morning after bonfire night. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky of the palest blue. That could mean only one thing. It was bloody cold out there and he wasn't wrong.
    He needed to go do some shopping, get stocked up for the week, so it might as well ...

    Updated November 10th, 2017 at 04:17 PM by dither

  22. Life eh?

    Of Introspection, Retrospection, the looking back and the here and now, all screaming for attention in an over-alert ever-sensitive conscious awareness of the present.
    I could so easily attempt to compose a presentation a litany of my thoughts if only it they weren't such a mess, if I only had the faintest inclination how to, and if I wasn't getting ready to face another night-shift.
    I'm inspired by it almost to the point of attempting to write a story. ME! Fiction! I ...

    Updated October 25th, 2017 at 06:04 PM by dither

  23. Chatting with strangers:

    A woman has suddenly begun to turn up at his bus-stop in the mornings and she's a bit of a chatterer. Maybe it's just nerves, sitting at a bus-stop at seven in the morning with a complete stranger and let's face it they don't come much stranger than him. And Winter is almost upon us.
    It would appear that she has a captive listener but it's not so bad, she's no gasbag and seems pleasant enough. It can't do any harm and due to the unpredictability of his job they don't catch the same bus very ...

    Updated October 8th, 2017 at 04:20 PM by dither

  24. Life, happens so quickly.

    You would not believe it. He has been and gone and done it AGAIN. He should have known it was going to be one of those days when he was caught running across a road at a busy junction on the way to the bus-stop.
    A man pushing a pram had said something to him as he ran by and he hadn't heard a word that the man had said.
    Man repeated himself.
    Nope! didn't catch a word of it.
    "Whatever" He thought to himself.
    On-wards, and in this ...

    Updated September 24th, 2017 at 02:39 PM by dither

  25. Running on empty 2...

    Running! Me! The very thought seems beyond ridiculous. I hope that the membership won't object to another "oh woe is me whinge". Maybe one day, when I 'm retired I'll dredge up all my blogs and they'll serve as individual chapters in a memoir. My epitaph. Something to occupy me in my dotage perhaps.
    A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog regarding the inability to connect with others. Well? This one will run along a similar vein, if I can find the words but also the realisation ...
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