St George's Day today and also the date on which William Shakespeare was born and died. Speaking of writing, I just sat down to try and write a few more words of The Tale but nothing came to mind, zilch, nada, nowt. Still if I sit down each day I'm sure something will come. After all this is my job now and nobody said writing was easy so I'll just keep plugging away.
That's all I have to say today so until the next exciting instalment I say ttfn.
Peace and Love x
Saturday, 23 April 2016
Saturday, 2 April 2016
18 days...but I'm not counting.
In 18 days from today I will start my pre-retirement leave culminating in my early retirement on 29 April. From that day forward I hope to spend the rest of my days finishing The Tale, writing some more poems (maybe even learn some of the rules of writing proper poetry) and reading all the books that are piled up on my 'to read' stack. I also hope to throw in a bit of travel when finances allow. Oh, and learn Dutch.
I also hope to blog a bit more and try to chronicle the progress of The Tale as I plod on to the end. I can't promise it will be a magnum opus but I hope that if it ever gets out to a wider audience it will entertain those who read it.
By freeing myself from the daily grind I hope to be able to relax and settle down to a writing routine. The poems will continue to come when they come, each one has been produced on a whim, when something has sparked an idea which just flows rather than me sitting down with the intention of writing a poem.
So there you have it, no major plans other than a total shift of lifestyle, wish me luck.
Peace and Love. ttfn x
I also hope to blog a bit more and try to chronicle the progress of The Tale as I plod on to the end. I can't promise it will be a magnum opus but I hope that if it ever gets out to a wider audience it will entertain those who read it.
By freeing myself from the daily grind I hope to be able to relax and settle down to a writing routine. The poems will continue to come when they come, each one has been produced on a whim, when something has sparked an idea which just flows rather than me sitting down with the intention of writing a poem.
So there you have it, no major plans other than a total shift of lifestyle, wish me luck.
Peace and Love. ttfn x
Saturday, 26 March 2016
A poem
A Weekend thought
The dull dead hand of the weekend
Lies heavy on my solitary soul
The hours drag by with no light
At the end of the tunnel.
No, wait!
The club opens in five short minutes
A beer and a chat livens the day
That's all right then.
Phew!
Monday, 7 March 2016
The Great Day
The Great Day
The Great Day creeps
Like a snail up a hill
I would like it perhaps
To break into a jog
Towards a time when
Books can be read
And written
travel undertaken
And the chains cast off
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Dangling Albert-A cautionary tale.
Albert clung to the ledge by his fingertips wondering why he had thought this climbing trip to the Lakes had seemed such a good idea.
It all began over a glass of rum one fine Spring evening when Albert had decided that he would benefit from a bit of exercise. Now when I say a glass of rum I don't mean a glass of rum; what I mean is best part of a bottle, Albert not being a chap inclined to do things by half. In fact the only halves Albert drank were the top halves of pints on his way to the bottom of the glass. Anyway, I digress; there was Albert sitting in his local contemplating his total lack of fitness and thinking that some fresh air and exercise would be just the ticket. The last time Albert had taken any exercise had been sometime in the last Century, the last Millennium in fact so to say that he was not at the peak of his fitness would be something of an understatement.
He decide therefore that a walk in the Lakeland Fells would be a good start. Now, any sensible person in Albert's state would have started off gently and progressed to greater things a little at a time. We aren't, however talking about any sensible person we are talking about Albert. So foregoing a stroll along the beach and perhaps a wander up a small Lakeland Fell Albert went straight to the point and decided upon Helvellyn as his starter.
Weeks passed, howdy weeks, and Albert was still in contemplation mode until finally gently spurred or shall we say goaded by the gentle ribbing (merciless abuse) of his drinking companions he finally bit the bullet and named the fateful day. Not that he imagined that it would be fateful at the time. So on the dull Saturday of an August Bank Holiday weekend Albert climbed into his rusty van and set off on his adventure, Albert pulled into the car park of a pub at the foot of his target and decided that he deserved some light refreshment before his trek commenced. This light refreshment consisted of three pints of Old Peculier which one might think is a very peculiar light refreshment for someone who a) was undertaking the first steps of his new fitness regime, b) had driven to his destination and was planning on driving back and c) was about to attempt one of the hardest fell walks in the Lake District and one would be correct.
Suitably refreshed off our hero went in his ancient walking gear of 30 year old boots and equally venerable walking trousers and flannel shirt. We might note at this point that Albert had decided to forgo such frivolities as a coat, map, compass, food or water considering that they would only slow him down.
Albert sauntered the half mile from the pub to the fell feeling highly encouraged by his light refreshments and the thought of his new regime getting off to such a good start. This mild euphoria lasted until he rounded a bend and came slap bang up to what appeared to Albert to be the North Face of the Eiger looming out of the gloom. Ah, the gloom; I may have neglected to tell you that what with the drive to the Lake District and his refreshment break time had somewhat crept up on Albert and although it was Summer and the evening should be light this was an English Summer and as is traditional for a Bank Holiday weekend the day was dull and dank.
Nothing daunted off Albert went up the fell, up and up he went, each ridge line seeming like it should be the top only to laugh in his face and present him with a still steeper stage to conquer. As he climbed Albert became more and more tired and disoriented until finally the inevitable happened and Albert slipped in some loose rocks and tumbled over the edge of a not inconsiderable cliff. Which is where we came in with Albert hanging by his fingertips wondering why he had thought this climbing trip to the Lakes had seemed such a good idea.
The end.
Peace and Love, ttfn. x
It all began over a glass of rum one fine Spring evening when Albert had decided that he would benefit from a bit of exercise. Now when I say a glass of rum I don't mean a glass of rum; what I mean is best part of a bottle, Albert not being a chap inclined to do things by half. In fact the only halves Albert drank were the top halves of pints on his way to the bottom of the glass. Anyway, I digress; there was Albert sitting in his local contemplating his total lack of fitness and thinking that some fresh air and exercise would be just the ticket. The last time Albert had taken any exercise had been sometime in the last Century, the last Millennium in fact so to say that he was not at the peak of his fitness would be something of an understatement.
He decide therefore that a walk in the Lakeland Fells would be a good start. Now, any sensible person in Albert's state would have started off gently and progressed to greater things a little at a time. We aren't, however talking about any sensible person we are talking about Albert. So foregoing a stroll along the beach and perhaps a wander up a small Lakeland Fell Albert went straight to the point and decided upon Helvellyn as his starter.
Weeks passed, howdy weeks, and Albert was still in contemplation mode until finally gently spurred or shall we say goaded by the gentle ribbing (merciless abuse) of his drinking companions he finally bit the bullet and named the fateful day. Not that he imagined that it would be fateful at the time. So on the dull Saturday of an August Bank Holiday weekend Albert climbed into his rusty van and set off on his adventure, Albert pulled into the car park of a pub at the foot of his target and decided that he deserved some light refreshment before his trek commenced. This light refreshment consisted of three pints of Old Peculier which one might think is a very peculiar light refreshment for someone who a) was undertaking the first steps of his new fitness regime, b) had driven to his destination and was planning on driving back and c) was about to attempt one of the hardest fell walks in the Lake District and one would be correct.
Suitably refreshed off our hero went in his ancient walking gear of 30 year old boots and equally venerable walking trousers and flannel shirt. We might note at this point that Albert had decided to forgo such frivolities as a coat, map, compass, food or water considering that they would only slow him down.
Albert sauntered the half mile from the pub to the fell feeling highly encouraged by his light refreshments and the thought of his new regime getting off to such a good start. This mild euphoria lasted until he rounded a bend and came slap bang up to what appeared to Albert to be the North Face of the Eiger looming out of the gloom. Ah, the gloom; I may have neglected to tell you that what with the drive to the Lake District and his refreshment break time had somewhat crept up on Albert and although it was Summer and the evening should be light this was an English Summer and as is traditional for a Bank Holiday weekend the day was dull and dank.
Nothing daunted off Albert went up the fell, up and up he went, each ridge line seeming like it should be the top only to laugh in his face and present him with a still steeper stage to conquer. As he climbed Albert became more and more tired and disoriented until finally the inevitable happened and Albert slipped in some loose rocks and tumbled over the edge of a not inconsiderable cliff. Which is where we came in with Albert hanging by his fingertips wondering why he had thought this climbing trip to the Lakes had seemed such a good idea.
The end.
Peace and Love, ttfn. x
A sunny Wednesday
It's a lovely sunny day out there. I'm in the flat finishing off my self assessment for work, yes I finally found a way to get around to working out what to say. It's been a tortuous route but I'm nearly done so I thought I'd take a short break and write a few words on here then get back to it with fresh eyes.
Spring is nearly upon us as is my retirement day so soon I'll be able to concentrate on my new creative life. Before that I'll be travelling all over the Southern Counties of England delivery training and saying goodbye to people, many of whom I'll miss but some I'll be glad to see the back of. Odd isn't it how we can gel with some people but others just set the old hackles rising as soon as they appear on the horizon. I wonder why that is, I suppose we can't like everyone though it would be great if everyone could get along. The world would be a much more pleasant place to live it that were the case, still it isn't and I guess I'm living in cloud cuckoo land expecting anything other that what we have. People can be horrible when they want to be, myself included, I suppose it's the primeval self preservation, kill or be killed instinct still in our DNA that makes us so.
Anyway, philosophy was never my strong point so I guess I'll just have to seek out the good folks and ignore the rest where possible.
Right, back to the grind. Peace and Love x ttfn
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Spring
The daylight hours are starting to increase heralding the onset of Spring. We will put the clocks forward in just over a month meaning lighter nights and more daylight which is a wonderful thing. It would be great if we could have some decent weather this Spring and Summer to make up of for the cold wet and windy Winter just now leaving us. Undoubtedly we will be due some more cold and maybe even snow in the next few weeks but it would be grand if we could have a warm(ish) dry and calm Easter holiday to enjoy to help us all throw off the Winter shroud and get some sun on our backs.
Spring, don't you just love it?
Peace and Love x ttfn
Spring, don't you just love it?
Peace and Love x ttfn
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