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  1. Cutting and caring...

    Just another Sunday dither...

    Taking care of my inheritance...

    My avatar paints a pretty accurate picture having been on the go, non-stop, for around twenty four hours. I eat some, drink some, and ultimately, the house of cards which is my mind body and soul, collapses. It all falls down, or should i say "closes down"? The shutters come down and i crash. And then ,as surely as it must,morning follows night and, i don't know, maybe, well no, i don't drink a ...

    Updated November 29th, 2015 at 05:19 PM by dither

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  2. From my window;

    The window that is, of my little box-room. I refer to it affectionately as, " the bunker". No not the window, the room f'chris' sakes. I call the room my bunker. Oh dear, bear with me eh. It's Sunday lunchtime and things are a little hazy, but the mist IS clearing.
    Just staying awake all day on a Saturday, having been awake since mid-afternoon and worked a Friday night-shift, outside battling the elements ( fooking cold ones at that) i won't dwell on it but well, it's tiring, ...

    Updated November 22nd, 2015 at 03:24 PM by dither

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  3. Abigail's blow-job;

    Storm Abigail that is.

    The Leaf-monsters, that are what remains of next doors' runner bean stalks, with they're green an yellow overcoats, partly sheltered by old Larchie, dance and sway to her tune.
    My chestnut tree with just a few remaining dark brown wizened leaves is all but bare, she seems to be winning that one. And yet, that big old Sycamore at the top of the garden seems to have barely shed a leaf. Although, on closer inspection i can see that the green colour of the leaves ...
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  4. Life eh? No. 2

    When you just want to crawl into the sack and turn your back on the world for a while, but people are depending you. You can't show weakness, you have to keep going. How much longer can i do this?

    Updated November 9th, 2015 at 12:36 PM by dither

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  5. Easy listening, the "has-beans" and the "fallen",

    On a sunny Sunday lunchtime in October;

    The sky is a pale shade of blue with just a tinge of grey and a cold bright sunlight creates long dark shadows and illuminate long silky threads that have been woven by spiders. The Radio plays classical and a radio presenter speaks as though he's some kind of classical music encyclopedic audio-book, and i gaze out from my small window.

    The vines of next door's runner-beans are beginning to wilt. They're looking tired and they've ...

    Updated October 5th, 2015 at 07:01 PM by dither

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  6. Note to self:

    Simply procrastinating;

    It all starts on Friday at around four pm. having had about , in this case, just over five hours sleep after working the Thursday night. I arrive home on the Saturday morning at eight ish, the dogs are barking and i can't wait to kick off those daisy roots, it's a matter of great urgency. I put the kettle on, then sink into an an easy chair with a mug of hot strong sweet tea, ohhh man, i can't tell you how that feels. But my time in heaven is short lived. ...
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  7. Too old for this ****

    I work outside, in all weathers, all night. Barely getting five hours sleep per day and i'm being leaned on to work overtime.
    Body-parts passed aching a long time ago. I'm hurting, both mentally and physically
    I'm barely getting five hours sleep per day and i struggle to find time to go to the toilet.
    It really is, "too much".
    I've always been fit/healthy and active, maybe a little too active but what's a bloke too do?
    Can't just say "that's it. I quit. ...

    Updated September 18th, 2015 at 06:12 PM by dither

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  8. Autumn Gold

    • I've been lamenting the absence of Swallows in the sky when maybe i was looking in the wrong places. Looking back to when i was a kid they seemed to be many around Farmyards where they'd nest in old farm buildings or under bridges that straddled rivers and streams.
      And you know what? I haven't even bothered to look up to see if those other small pointed winged black specks in the skies above us, the Martins and the Swifts, are still with us. It must be time for them to go if they haven't
    ...

    Updated September 14th, 2015 at 03:15 PM by dither

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  9. Autumn approaching:

    I don't know what the temperature was last night but there's condensation on the windows and i've got the dehumidifiers on. I never did weather-proof our Larch-lap fence panels and it isn't going to happen now.
    Old buddy Hawthorn hangs heavy with berries. My mother's garden flowers are beginning to look a bit sorry for themselves. The shutters are starting to fall and it's been a bad year for the Tomatoes apparently.
    I'd like to get myself cleaned up and take a walk up town to my local ...

    Updated September 6th, 2015 at 02:22 PM by dither

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  10. Life eh?

    Y'know?
    I curse my luck.
    I curse my job but have never been unemployed.
    I curse my life and yet, here i am, in my 60s, and i run up the stairs in our house cursing my knees and my legs. I actually run.
    How unreal is that?

    Life...............

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  11. You couldn't make it up;

    Just another Friday, asleep all day, well, until mid-afternoon at least. Then it was get up, put tea-bag in mug, kettle on, and go for a pee. Or "go take a "whizz", as Homer quaintly puts it.
    The weather-man had advised, -- they don't call it "the weather forecast" nowadays, it's the "weather "advice",-- a hot and humid day, then a night, and Saturday, of heavy rains and thunder storms. Flood warnings had been issued. Hot, wet and stormy. Just like ...
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  12. When boredom bites:

    A light blue bathroom mat hanging from a line in next door's back garden, barely moving in the gentle cool breeze of late afternoon. A larchlap fence that runs along one side of said garden, has been there god knows how long and doesn't owe the neighbour anything. Thin strips of wood and slats are coming away from their fixings as the slowly disintegrating nails lose their grip. Brown coloured weatherproofing stain gives way to patches of grey, and one by one, individual panels are steadily ...
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  13. Looking forward to spring,

    The sunshine and the rain, the blossom of my beloved Blackthorn and the Elderberry, looking as though it has been coated with a Champagne-froth.
    Sunday cricket, old biddies and some not so old, in their whites, playing bowls.
    Saturday megariding, Church fetes, cakes and preserves, ices and scones, and tea on the lawn.
    Sweet "set aside"meadows, paddocks awash with buttercups, mares with foals, the absolute and unashamed "Englishness" of it all.
    The bumble ...

    Updated February 19th, 2015 at 05:43 PM by dither

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  14. Sunday morning, a ramble, that's all.

    Having been disturbed from his slumbers on and off for most of the night by the central-heating grumbling into action momentarily, because of the cold outside, he crawls out of his bedding. A double-sized sleeping-bag lies folded in half to form a single-size with one layer on top of three, a thick blanket that has also been folded underneath to cushion hard flooring, on thread-bare carpet behind a tatty old sofa.Out of sight, out of mind.
    He slowly tugs at the zip on the side, lifts the ...

    Updated February 8th, 2015 at 10:25 PM by dither

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  15. Graffiti.

    Having nodded off on the bus on my way to Barkton yesterday, as one does, being jerked back into the land of the tiring and the wearisome by the bus pulling up at my intended destination, then so as ( hopefully ) not to seem a complete arse, taking a few moments to reboot, restore, and finally getting off the bus one stop after the one prefered. It's cool. I wasn't asleep. I wasn't. I doubled back on myself and headed for the library.
    It would be business as usual. Library, chip-shop,Morrison's, ...

    Updated January 11th, 2015 at 12:44 PM by dither

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  16. Blurgh!

    Apart from the odd day's shopping, i've barely ventured out since Christmas eve. I'm feeling stuffy and quite bored with myself. I really ought to make an effort, a walk and a breath of fresh air would, i'm sure, do me good.. Yes it's cold out, not as bad as in other parts of the country, but the sun is shining, and by lunchtime it'll be quite bearable out there.
    But i'm old, and there's much to be said for being warm and comfortable.
    Truth be known, i'm just too lazy to shave,wash myself, ...

    Updated December 31st, 2014 at 10:28 AM by dither

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  17. Living in a vacuum

    WHINGE ALERT:


    I AM NOT TO BE HUMOURED,PITIED OR PATRONISED;


    Life,and time, passes,so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the "here and now" ( i love that expression, coined by soul to soul in one of their many hits ) becomes the "there and then", and then, on the other hand, time seems to drag so slowly, how strange.
    I want tomorrow, now.
    If only, oh i keep saying that, if only'if only'if only.
    What's wrong with me? ...

    Updated September 30th, 2014 at 02:42 PM by dither

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  18. Much ado about nothing

    On a wet and windy bank holiday Monday;
    He wanted to go out, he really did, ( no he didn't ) but that meant having to shave, getting washed and putting clean clothes on, just for the sake of going for a walk, filling the lungs with cold, damp fresh air, and basically just stretching the legs, he could buy a newspaper somewhere, if there was anywhere open, more tea was needed, while the hot water tap was running.
    Slowly and quite reluctantly, having cooled the bath-water, and preparing ...
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  19. Thoughts, perceptions, and inclinations.

    Seven fifteen, on a bright,calm, and chilly friday morning, having alighted my bus, walking home,feeling just a little bit frayed at the edges, and ready for bed, walking uphill to my house, i heard geese, canada geese, which is not unusual where i live, as we have a string of lakes close by, the leftovers from fairly recently played-out gravel extractions. Anyway, geese, i heard geese, and as i paused to look up,there they were, thirteen of them. I considered the number momentarily and thought ...
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  20. Bus luck, man what a day, on a spring bank holiday.

    Ten o five, my bus pulls in, five minutes late, and it's lashing down. Saturday-May-24, i have an appointment for 2.oo.pm. to see the optician at an Asda superstore and i'm wondering how those pretty little drive-through villages look on a day like today, it really is a stinker, and i'm ready for a snifter. "Stinker and snifter", has rather nice ring to it don'tcha think, whatever, i'm ready for one.
    On a dull, dark, dank day, i've completed the first leg of my journey in quite UN-remarkable ...

    Updated May 25th, 2014 at 10:56 AM by dither

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  21. Midriffs, Bosoms and Brioche.

    The ladies have declared summer in spectacular fashion, although maybe the word "fashion" might be a tad misleading,anyway,
    Saturday morning arrived, and i was up and out, bright and early, ish, first stop my local Tesco-Express, i was short on reddies, hole in the wall, cash machine i thought., out of order, ah but i'd considered that possibility and had a plan B, i had enough money for a new MegaRider and that would do until i got to a local branch of my bank, sorted.
    ...

    Updated May 27th, 2014 at 05:35 PM by dither

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  22. MEGA:

    Six o'clock on a Saturday morning, i've just knocked off work, and i'm going to take a slow walk into town, kill an hour, then catch a bus out of town.The weatherman had forecast a frost, the grass was white and i was freezing my nuts off, he wasn't wrong, and when i got to the bus stop i didn't stop pacing, Christ the air was crisp.
    Then, from out of nowhere a gaunt figure appeared, old, weather-beaten, shoulder-length silver hair and beard, it was Downan, it looked as though he was struggling ...

    Updated May 27th, 2014 at 05:39 PM by dither

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  23. In my hometown, in my hometown,,,, so sang the boss.

    Not wanting to open a 2ltr bollie, but still fancying a jar or two, I took a walk up to my local "Premier stores", I haven't walked in that direction for years, don't know why, I just haven't.
    As walked I remembered how years ago, a certain house along the main road into town had stood empty, had been falling into disrepair and how I had often wondered why? Well, it's still there, and it's almost swallowed up by rampant ivy. There's quite a big backyard and must have once been ...

    Updated April 21st, 2014 at 08:34 PM by dither

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  24. A cold day out

    "Gammon joints,Gammon steaks,Rump steak and Sirloin.
    Minted lamb,Leg o' lamb, Pork belly, anybody want a bit o' belly?"

    He was almost singing it, but he wasn't selling so much as a sausage, he couldn't give it away, the passers by were doing precisely that (passing by ) , and had their hands firmly in their pockets, they weren't having any of it.
    I kept my appointment with Frydays, but there would be no leisurely eating at a favoured bus-stop shelter today, lunch ...

    Updated April 13th, 2014 at 12:46 PM by dither

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  25. Carpet-baggers, dot com, and a magnolia tree, some other time perhaps.

    I'd been looking forward to this all week. A local farmers market, at a village close by;

    An explosion of colour,sights and sounds set to captivate and mesmerise, and fragrances to send the most together person into an absolute dither.

    Whiskery old farmers, wives and daughters, stalls laden with an assortment of meats, butters, cheeses, unwashed fresh vegetables, eggs spattered with bird-lime and a feather or three, set out on beds of straw in flat almost basin type wicker ...
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