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  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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 ...
  4. Running on empty.

    "There are none so blind as those who will not see." We've all, most of us, heard that old adage and although I might be taking it slightly out of context here, maybe not, it kind of relates to a situation that I shall attempt to convey. You decide.

    His weekly routine is set in stone so to speak and he might complain that at any given time in the near future he can confidently predict what he'll be doing, where and why. Work and sleep times five. The sixth day shopping. Seventh ...

    Updated August 27th, 2017 at 02:46 PM by dither

  5. Cream and Jam Scones...

    Saturday 19th August
    10 a.m - 2.00 p.m
    Full Gospel Church
    23 Arthur Street
    activities for children etc. etc."....

    And that is basically it. What was printed on sheets of A5 and handed out to Saturday morning shoppers two weeks ago.

    Friday night had been a stinker and by the time I got home on Saturday morning at around seven-thirty, well, the words "tired and tetchy" spring to mind. Did ...

    Updated August 21st, 2017 at 05:05 PM by dither

  6. Maybe when I'm "retired"...

    I dread the thought so I shall put it another way, "when I'm no longer able to work." The time, that time, draws ever nearer and I have mixed feelings about it. Yes it would be nice to pack it all in. Get off the treadmill of working life but might boredom become a problem? Also, the greatest worry of all the financial implications and burn-out, time will tell.

    Where was I? oh yes, maybe when I retire....

    I want, so much, to give some level of attention to and ...

    Updated August 11th, 2017 at 04:27 PM by dither

  7. Like a thief in the night...

    Only it isn't night-time. It's Sunday morning and at around six-thirty my wife, 'er indoors, she who shall be obeyed, Lady and Mistress of all that she surveys and it isn't much, has finished her ablutions and is sat watching the tv. Cramming as much of whatever rubbish gets aired at this time of day into her soap-filled head before it's time for her to leave. I, sitting quietly, out of sight and out of mind, so far as one can be, out of sight and mind, sharing a home with one's other half, living ...

    Updated July 9th, 2017 at 10:06 AM by dither

  8. Itsa worry...

    " itsa " was deliberate.
    Okay'okay already.

    Anyway, look!

    We all have lapses with memory yes?
    I mean how many of us have gone upstairs to do something and then forget why they went ?
    Been there done that eh?
    But this is something else.

    By the way this starting a new line for every new sentence is a habit that developed in another place.


    Whenever I go to the kitchen, or pass through it even, ...
  9. Hop along little rabbit hop along.

    Every night is just another night, come to think of it, every morning, every day week and month, is just like any other, and maybe that's no bad thing. It might seem as though I'm simply treading water in this unpredictable sea of life, totally at the mercy of the ebbing and flowing of the tides, the ripples and the torrents, the raging of the storms and the calming stillnesses that ensue, the never ending seesawing of the elements, but I haven't fallen prey to it yet, and life ? goes on I guess. ...

    Updated June 18th, 2017 at 09:52 AM by dither

  10. Hungover, it's just the booze talking.

    From a life of having never taken the time to figure myself out. We read, all too often of those " hoorah-henry" types who, having graduated from one University or other, embark upon a gap year to " find themselves" and now, finally, having been on this earth for over six decades, I kind of GET that. I'm not lacking in intelligence, not a complete blockhead, always enjoyed good health and well-being and maybe that was my downfall, I never ever wanted, certainly never needed ...
  11. Warm cider.

    On a Bank holiday Monday morning I was ready , no! Gasping, for some fresh air. Our house seems so cold sometimes but right now, in the midst of a heatwave, it's as stuffy as hell and simply opening windows just wouldn't do. I needed out.
    All weekend, after having survived the Saturday morning shopping trip, yes, survived, I've dosed, drank a few litres of cheap cider that really could have done with some refrigeration but the fridge is downstairs and my tiny little spare room is upstairs ...

    Updated May 30th, 2017 at 04:04 PM by dither

  12. how did my day go?

    how did my day go?

    Okay, picture this;

    When I clock on for my final shift of the week, 22-00 til 06-00, as I pack a lunch on a Friday afternoon making ready even, as much as one can make ready, I'm done, mind knows it, body knows it, and if there is such a thing as soul, that knows it to but what the hell, it's gotta be done.
    It was my sister's birthday yesterday ( Saturday ) and so, after enduring the above, I wouldn't be catching ...
  13. Dirt and Diesel,

    There was a story in my Daily Mail, yesterday I think.

    Pre-stained jeans. Can you believe that? Three hundred and thirty quid a pair ( we need a head-palm smilie. ) Totally amazed here.
    Basically, it's a pair of jeans, with no fraying holes and knees in tact, amazed with that also, fashion is moving on. Distressed jeans are so yesterday it would seem.

    Anyway, Pre-stained Jeans; ...

    Updated April 30th, 2017 at 12:46 PM by dither

  14. Why do I do this to myself and...

    how much more will mind and body endure? I wonder.
    I work all week, nights. The job that I do is demanding, times that by ten for someone who is counting the paychecks to retirement-age. There aren't enough hours in a day and however much a person achieves, although no-one is ever really criticised for their efforts and ultimately their output, it's never enough. " Could you stay on for a couple of hours? Or " Could just finish this one and get him out of the yard? He has early bookings ...

    Updated April 23rd, 2017 at 12:36 PM by dither

  15. The Zen Buddhist...

    I'm finding Haemin Sunim's book quite a read, am actually surprised and confused by how I'm feeling about what he has to say. I have resolved to re-read it once, maybe twice over even. Not sure what I'm looking for here or what I'm wanting from this but I feel that there might be much to gain. It's difficult to describe how I feel as I read it. Enlightenment maybe? Hope? Besides other things I seem to be getting from it the main message not to be judgemental of course but particularly of the self, ...

    Updated March 30th, 2017 at 06:09 PM by dither

  16. It's just an age thing...

    Probably? I guess?

    An urge? Desire? Just a feeling really,
    To have a rocker on the porch, sit and slowly drink a pint or three of pear cider and watch the world, and his dog, go by. Only, in my world, you wouldn't want to do that. Oh it's not such a bad area I suppose with many of the social problems imagined and/or exaggerated but my porch, if had one, certainly wouldn't be a place for sitting.
    And I find myself having leanings, does that sound right?, toward a coffee ...
  17. Do you ever want to...

    Scream at the silence?
    I actually like mooching about my home in silence alone with my thoughts, certainly don't want people around me and then, I suppose that's not entirely accurate but I do tend to avoid the company of others.
    For most of the day the only sounds I've heard have been the rumble of the wind, the cooing of a Wood Pigeon in the big old Sycamore at the bottom of my garden and the far off jingle of an Ice Cream vendor.
    The occasional bark of a dog, a child shouting. ...

    Updated March 19th, 2017 at 07:11 PM by dither

  18. A death-mask...

    I broke my arm last year, found myself unable to shave, not that i was ever unduly concerned about such a pain in the arse chore, allowed the beard to take sway and decided that i quite liked it and still do. It beats the hell out of having to shave anyway. One less thing to bother with. I like not bothering.
    There has been some leg-pulling at work but all well intended and then last week somebody said to me, " you look as though you live in Alaska fighting the grizzlys, I'll take some ...
  19. A " must read " for me.

    I just read a two page article in my Saturday newspaper written by one Haemin Sunim ( a Zen monk apparently ) entitled " the secret of happiness ", an excerpt from the book. Yeah I know, they only show the really good bits, they are, after all, trying to sell the book and very few of us would dare to totally adopt such a lifestyle but there is much to consider and maybe take from what he says. Anyway, we shall see eh?
  20. She made me laugh...( long one/boredom warning).

    Saturday the fourth of Feb was shaping up to be just like any other Saturday. Having finished work at around six and managing to stay awake on the bus until it pulled into my home-town, I'd made the short walk home and was making ready for my weekly visit to an Asda that was just a fifteen minute bus-ride away. Re-written shopping list followed re-written shopping list until I was satisfied with it. Mugs of coffee were consumed before leaving home, then, having bought a Newspaper en route to the ...

    Updated February 6th, 2017 at 05:56 PM by dither

    Tags: missives
  21. Reading as though there is no tomorrow...

    And, having just finished Lee Child's "Worth Dying For", i am so in awe of the man. Such a wealth of knowledge he must have had or acquired to facilitate such writings leaves me with the stark realisation that i could never even contemplate attempting ​ such a fete.

    Which is why i can only dream of the here and now. " Missives from a nobody. " How does that sound? One day maybe but enough of my woes. What an awesome read. I can't believe my luck.

    Updated January 30th, 2017 at 05:37 PM by dither

  22. Mailing the Tabloids,

    Plastic Bottles:

    The very latest cause celebre according to my preferred daily wheeze and so I E-mailed them. No of course it won't count. Someone, somewhere, maybe even a computer-programme, without so much as a thought, will simply click on delete and flush my heart-felt words down the cyber-toilet.

    My point is that there is so much that I didn't say.

    As I seem to be turning into a very conscientious social observer, it's my age, I have to get my thoughts ...

    Updated January 29th, 2017 at 01:55 PM by dither

  23. Brilliant. Absolutely fookin....

    I have had the most mind-numbing boring nothing day ever, and, for reasons that i don't care to go into, held myself back from switching on and logging in. It's been a shit day and, for me, bedtime wouldn't come soon enough. Then, finally, i reheated some grub that i'd cooked earlier, poured myself the first of quite a few cold ones, and set out to finish my latest read.
    I know that it would be nothing new to say that so often you can find yourself being drip-fed, being given ...
  24. Eight in the morning and...

    I'm on the sauce already.

    Sad bstd eh? No not at all. It's not as bad as it seems. I DO enjoy a few slurps at this time of the week that's though. After succumbing to the effects mental and physical fatigue and cheap booze on a Saturday afternoon, i find that it clears my head. So cool and refreshing.

    Updated January 22nd, 2017 at 09:40 AM by dither

  25. Oh boring boring.... ( a rant, that's all .)

    Comfortable life:

    Should be glad really i suppose but nothing ever really happens with me.

    All week, i eat sleep and work. I slob my weekends away and that is it.

    All so predictable, but safe.

    Safety, i love safety, but it comes at such a price.

    Please don't offer suggestions because that will lead to anger and frustration.

    It is what it is.


    When i say that it will lead to anger and ...

    Updated January 8th, 2017 at 06:53 PM by dither

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