I'm sitting in my new home. I have the furniture arriving on Wednesday but for the next few days I'll be going back and forth between here and The Brother's moving the stuff I have at his place.
I'm going to try and spend as much time as I can here over the Easter Holidays to get a feel for the place and generally start settling in. Obviously, once the kitties and the furniture has arrived I'll be really here but at least I have the keys, paid 6 months rent and am ready to roll.
Once I'm sleeping here I'll try the pub down the road and see about joining the social club across the street. In fact no time like the present, I'll go over there now and if it's open I'll see about joining.
TTFN.
Friday 29 March 2013
Sunday 24 March 2013
Sunday 24 March 2013.
It's a cold Sunday with an onshore wind that could cut you in half coming out of the East bringing the threat of snow. It is what my Dad used to call a lazy wind because it goes through you not round you. Snow has not arrived as yet and I hope it doesn't but today is as cold, if not colder than most of the Winter. I really hope it warms up before the Easter Holidays next week.
It's hard to believe that the clocks go forward next week and we are officially in Spring already. This is the coldest I've seen it at this time of year for a long time.
Anyway, enough of the weather forecast, I just thought I would write a few lines whilst sitting in my room at The Brother's before I settle down to read the Sunday paper.
All things being equal I should be able to start over the Easter break sorting out the house I am going to rent. It is in North Broomhill which is a village a couple of miles out of Amble and in from the coast. It is big enough for all my stuff, the kitties and Madame (should she choose to come back) but I will need a shed for my gardening gear as there is no garage. The garden is long and narrow with a lawn and some vegetable plots leading up to a paved area for barbecues or just sitting and enjoying the quiet country view. It is not dissimilar to the old place except that there are no lorries, tractors and tanks rumbling past breaking the tranquillity.
I am 99% sure of getting it, depending upon a reference from my boss which should arrive with the agents tomorrow. Once that is done I can pay the rent and the damage deposit and get the keys so that I can arrange to move in. There is loads to do but at least all my stuff will be out of storage as will the poor kitties who have been in the cattery for way too long.
The house has two large rooms on the ground floor with a kitchen and rear lobby. Upstairs there are three bedrooms and the bathroom. One upstairs room I will use as an office (which will facilitate The Story) another I will sleep in and the third I will use as a lumber room to put all the boxes and spare furniture. I will be able to sort through it all in comfort then instead of being in the cold garage like before.
It is a lovely house with a particularly pleasant open fire and surround in the sitting room as well as having enough room to fit in all my furniture, book cases and dressers. I really hope it all comes off and that I can start moving in over the Easter Holiday.
It will be good to be able to have my own space again. I am grateful to The Brother for putting me up but I know I'm getting in the way and I'm sure both he and The Sister-in -Law will be glad to see the back of me.
So, here I am ready to read the paper. I would go to the pub but won't for two reasons; the first being it's too damned cold and the second, more important reason, is that I have put on too much weight whilst I've been at The Brother's and am starting on a diet so that I can get all of me into my clothes without large swathes of blubber flowing over the waistband of my trousers. To this end I am going to attempt the two day a week fasting approach whereby you reduce your caloric intake on two days a week and eat normally, but healthily, for the remainder. I have ordered a book called "The Fast Diet: The Secret To Intermittent Fasting" which I hope will facilitate my endeavours, watch this space.
Not much else to report really, I'm keeping a low profile at The Brother's, or what passes for a low profile in my world; I'm watching the sea a lot although the car park charging season has started at Alnmouth so I will be going to Boulmer more often where the parking is free to do my staring at the sea and thinking. I have some trips planned in April and May, a mixture of work and pleasure and in the mid-term a trip to Glasgow in June to see George Thorogood and The Destroyers 40th Anniversary tour gig at the Concert Hall on Buchanan Street. Apart from that, no plans. I am going to take life as it comes and hope things improve after the last two or three years of unremitting setbacks and unhappiness.
Wish me luck and TTFN.
It's hard to believe that the clocks go forward next week and we are officially in Spring already. This is the coldest I've seen it at this time of year for a long time.
Anyway, enough of the weather forecast, I just thought I would write a few lines whilst sitting in my room at The Brother's before I settle down to read the Sunday paper.
All things being equal I should be able to start over the Easter break sorting out the house I am going to rent. It is in North Broomhill which is a village a couple of miles out of Amble and in from the coast. It is big enough for all my stuff, the kitties and Madame (should she choose to come back) but I will need a shed for my gardening gear as there is no garage. The garden is long and narrow with a lawn and some vegetable plots leading up to a paved area for barbecues or just sitting and enjoying the quiet country view. It is not dissimilar to the old place except that there are no lorries, tractors and tanks rumbling past breaking the tranquillity.
I am 99% sure of getting it, depending upon a reference from my boss which should arrive with the agents tomorrow. Once that is done I can pay the rent and the damage deposit and get the keys so that I can arrange to move in. There is loads to do but at least all my stuff will be out of storage as will the poor kitties who have been in the cattery for way too long.
The house has two large rooms on the ground floor with a kitchen and rear lobby. Upstairs there are three bedrooms and the bathroom. One upstairs room I will use as an office (which will facilitate The Story) another I will sleep in and the third I will use as a lumber room to put all the boxes and spare furniture. I will be able to sort through it all in comfort then instead of being in the cold garage like before.
It is a lovely house with a particularly pleasant open fire and surround in the sitting room as well as having enough room to fit in all my furniture, book cases and dressers. I really hope it all comes off and that I can start moving in over the Easter Holiday.
It will be good to be able to have my own space again. I am grateful to The Brother for putting me up but I know I'm getting in the way and I'm sure both he and The Sister-in -Law will be glad to see the back of me.
So, here I am ready to read the paper. I would go to the pub but won't for two reasons; the first being it's too damned cold and the second, more important reason, is that I have put on too much weight whilst I've been at The Brother's and am starting on a diet so that I can get all of me into my clothes without large swathes of blubber flowing over the waistband of my trousers. To this end I am going to attempt the two day a week fasting approach whereby you reduce your caloric intake on two days a week and eat normally, but healthily, for the remainder. I have ordered a book called "The Fast Diet: The Secret To Intermittent Fasting" which I hope will facilitate my endeavours, watch this space.
Not much else to report really, I'm keeping a low profile at The Brother's, or what passes for a low profile in my world; I'm watching the sea a lot although the car park charging season has started at Alnmouth so I will be going to Boulmer more often where the parking is free to do my staring at the sea and thinking. I have some trips planned in April and May, a mixture of work and pleasure and in the mid-term a trip to Glasgow in June to see George Thorogood and The Destroyers 40th Anniversary tour gig at the Concert Hall on Buchanan Street. Apart from that, no plans. I am going to take life as it comes and hope things improve after the last two or three years of unremitting setbacks and unhappiness.
Wish me luck and TTFN.
Thursday 21 March 2013
Sorry...
...I haven't been babbling on here much lately. I've been busy looking for a place to rent for me and the kitties, and Madame if she wants. So I haven't had a lot of writing time. Poor old Bob has been stuck for months in limbo in The Story. Once I get moved into the new place I'll be back...
Until then TTFN.
Until then TTFN.
Tuesday 5 March 2013
I just don't know.
I'm writing this sitting on a settee at The Brother's with a sinking feeling that I'm never going to find a decent place to live along with feeling that I've outstayed my welcome here.
The Sister-in Law I'm sure is sick of me being in her house making a mess by being a bloke and wants me out of her hair.
The problem is that I have no-one to confide in, no-one with whom I can sit down and pour out my fears and desires without the feeling that they aren't particularly bothered and would rather I just shut up and went away.
It is great that the Brother is allowing me to stay with him and I am extremely grateful but I really do feel that I have outstayed my welcome and should move on, but where to?
I can't talk to Madame as it seems all she cared about was getting the house sold and having her share of the proceeds. Much as I wish things could be different I have to accept that she is gone and although we may be keeping in touch she has little interest in being my 'other half' again, that ship sailed last year when she went to the USA for two months to plan her life without me and our subsequent divorce.
I have a couple of good friends in Glasgow with whom I'm in regular touch and as I say I know that The Brother wouldn't see my out on the street but I really need a confidant, someone to be close to who will listen to my problems; someone that I can feel is 'on my side' who will be around when I need them, someone I have never had even when I was married (both times), although for a while I did think Madame was that person but now, well she has gone away so...
Anyway the point of all this is to talk to whoever reads this tripe that I write and get the feelings out of my head and at least written down to release some of the unhappiness that would otherwise overwhelm me.
I hoped that selling up would free me and to a certain extent it has. I am in a better position financially than I was this time last year but emotionally I'm still scared of the future and of ending up a sad lonely old man.
I have no-one who will hold my hand, actually as well as metaphorically while the future just sits and looks at me with a quizzical expression on its face as if to say 'well come on then, I'm waiting come and grab me and get on with your life'.
Sorry that I'm not much fun today, I just feel lost, scared and alone and needed to get it out of my system.
Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day.
The Sister-in Law I'm sure is sick of me being in her house making a mess by being a bloke and wants me out of her hair.
The problem is that I have no-one to confide in, no-one with whom I can sit down and pour out my fears and desires without the feeling that they aren't particularly bothered and would rather I just shut up and went away.
It is great that the Brother is allowing me to stay with him and I am extremely grateful but I really do feel that I have outstayed my welcome and should move on, but where to?
I can't talk to Madame as it seems all she cared about was getting the house sold and having her share of the proceeds. Much as I wish things could be different I have to accept that she is gone and although we may be keeping in touch she has little interest in being my 'other half' again, that ship sailed last year when she went to the USA for two months to plan her life without me and our subsequent divorce.
I have a couple of good friends in Glasgow with whom I'm in regular touch and as I say I know that The Brother wouldn't see my out on the street but I really need a confidant, someone to be close to who will listen to my problems; someone that I can feel is 'on my side' who will be around when I need them, someone I have never had even when I was married (both times), although for a while I did think Madame was that person but now, well she has gone away so...
Anyway the point of all this is to talk to whoever reads this tripe that I write and get the feelings out of my head and at least written down to release some of the unhappiness that would otherwise overwhelm me.
I hoped that selling up would free me and to a certain extent it has. I am in a better position financially than I was this time last year but emotionally I'm still scared of the future and of ending up a sad lonely old man.
I have no-one who will hold my hand, actually as well as metaphorically while the future just sits and looks at me with a quizzical expression on its face as if to say 'well come on then, I'm waiting come and grab me and get on with your life'.
Sorry that I'm not much fun today, I just feel lost, scared and alone and needed to get it out of my system.
Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day.
Sunday 3 March 2013
Sunday
I went to Barter Books in Alnwick this morning. Always a pleasant experience, then down to Alnmouth and on to Seahouses to try to relax.
I've been feeling strangely lost these last couple of days. I should be feeling fine since the house sale and the money is all sorted out but I can't put my finger on it. I feel a little out on a limb and somewhat short of emotional support. It is a very strange feeling, like I'm not welcome anywhere.
Perhaps it will pass and I'll feel better tomorrow. It may be that after all the stress over the house this is a natural reaction, a sort of 'coming down' after being so uptight. I certainly hope so.
It will be good to be in a place of my own again where I can do what I feel like instead of treading on eggshells in case I upset a certain person and feeling like I'm somehow 'in the way'.
Anyway, enough of this self analysis, too much over thinking again will knock my mood, which has been fine until the last day or two. Time to sit back, read a book or two and hope I can move into a place sooner rather than later. I am after all only part-way through the process of moving home and have gone through a divorce all in within the last few months. It can be little wonder that I'm still feeling a tad fragile.
On a final, lighter note, I recommend Barter Books as it is a splendid place to while away an hour or two. You can always follow them on twitter @BarterBooks as well.
So as I want to end on a cheerful note; Per Ardua Ad Astra.
I've been feeling strangely lost these last couple of days. I should be feeling fine since the house sale and the money is all sorted out but I can't put my finger on it. I feel a little out on a limb and somewhat short of emotional support. It is a very strange feeling, like I'm not welcome anywhere.
Perhaps it will pass and I'll feel better tomorrow. It may be that after all the stress over the house this is a natural reaction, a sort of 'coming down' after being so uptight. I certainly hope so.
It will be good to be in a place of my own again where I can do what I feel like instead of treading on eggshells in case I upset a certain person and feeling like I'm somehow 'in the way'.
Anyway, enough of this self analysis, too much over thinking again will knock my mood, which has been fine until the last day or two. Time to sit back, read a book or two and hope I can move into a place sooner rather than later. I am after all only part-way through the process of moving home and have gone through a divorce all in within the last few months. It can be little wonder that I'm still feeling a tad fragile.
On a final, lighter note, I recommend Barter Books as it is a splendid place to while away an hour or two. You can always follow them on twitter @BarterBooks as well.
So as I want to end on a cheerful note; Per Ardua Ad Astra.
Saturday 2 March 2013
Saturday 2 March 2013
Last week was fun. The house finally sold so I am now able to express my interest in the rental place I've been looking at. I'm just taking each day as it comes but with luck I might be in before Easter.
I love living by the sea, I have found three boltholes where I can sit quietly and watch the ever changing conditions out at sea whilst relaxing and recharging my mental batteries. Half an hour of that and I'm feeling good.
I've had an affinity with the coast of my native county (Northumberland in case you were wondering) ever since I was a young lad on holiday with my family in Seahouses. The whole coastal atmosphere is just so relaxing what with the seascape and the varying shorelines. Every day is like being on holiday. I return from work knowing that I live in a place similar to where some of my happiest times occurred which improves my mood no end. It is much better than living in the country where you are constantly surrounded by the stench of the muck being spread on the fields and farm machinery charging around the place.
Moving from country to coast was the best thing I have ever done and I should have moved years ago. Still, I have made the move now and intend to do my level best to enjoy the rest of my days.
TTFN.
I love living by the sea, I have found three boltholes where I can sit quietly and watch the ever changing conditions out at sea whilst relaxing and recharging my mental batteries. Half an hour of that and I'm feeling good.
I've had an affinity with the coast of my native county (Northumberland in case you were wondering) ever since I was a young lad on holiday with my family in Seahouses. The whole coastal atmosphere is just so relaxing what with the seascape and the varying shorelines. Every day is like being on holiday. I return from work knowing that I live in a place similar to where some of my happiest times occurred which improves my mood no end. It is much better than living in the country where you are constantly surrounded by the stench of the muck being spread on the fields and farm machinery charging around the place.
Moving from country to coast was the best thing I have ever done and I should have moved years ago. Still, I have made the move now and intend to do my level best to enjoy the rest of my days.
TTFN.
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