Friday 6th February 2026
Dear Diary,
Skating in to acknowledge the start of another year. 2026 is already shaping up to be the same kind of shit show as 2025, but I can’t be bothered to go into rant mode regarding the shabby, scabby, elitist scumbags that rule the world, or the boring virtue signalling mega rich celebs that think they have the right to spew forth their wisdom from their ivory towers. No. I’m not going there. It only stresses me out. My resolution this year is to simply focus on my own small world and the people within it.
The weather isn’t great in my portion of Old Blighty. Basically, it’s been pissing down for what feels like months. The garden is a total quagmire. I had to go out and put life jackets on the snowdrops this morning, to prevent the poor bloody things from drowning. I’ve never seen depressed flowers before.
I know some of you haven’t had a great start to the year, and I send hopes and wishes that things get better soon. Having had some health issues myself over the past few months, I know how scary it can be, and exhausting too. I’ve been working intermittently on Bits&Bobs and getting a bit frustrated that it remains unfinished. I’m kind of close, but not close enough. Praying for more energy soon.
On the domestic front, Dick has had a stinker of a cold. It’s left him with a hacking cough, that to be honest, is getting on mine and Shane’s tits, though we try not to show it, because you know, he can’t help it, and there but for the grace of, etc. It’s fucking annoying trying to watch the telly when someone is drowning out the dialogue with a barking cough. We need the subtitles to stand half a chance of knowing what’s going on. I’m going to go out and buy him an industrial size bottle of Benylin today.
I think that’s about it. Really, I just wanted to check in and say hi. While I’m here, let me wish a belated, but nonetheless a very Happy Birthday to Ashley. Hope you had a fabulous day.
Ciao for now, peeps.
Dear Diary,
Skating in to acknowledge the start of another year. 2026 is already shaping up to be the same kind of shit show as 2025, but I can’t be bothered to go into rant mode regarding the shabby, scabby, elitist scumbags that rule the world, or the boring virtue signalling mega rich celebs that think they have the right to spew forth their wisdom from their ivory towers. No. I’m not going there. It only stresses me out. My resolution this year is to simply focus on my own small world and the people within it.
The weather isn’t great in my portion of Old Blighty. Basically, it’s been pissing down for what feels like months. The garden is a total quagmire. I had to go out and put life jackets on the snowdrops this morning, to prevent the poor bloody things from drowning. I’ve never seen depressed flowers before.
I know some of you haven’t had a great start to the year, and I send hopes and wishes that things get better soon. Having had some health issues myself over the past few months, I know how scary it can be, and exhausting too. I’ve been working intermittently on Bits&Bobs and getting a bit frustrated that it remains unfinished. I’m kind of close, but not close enough. Praying for more energy soon.
On the domestic front, Dick has had a stinker of a cold. It’s left him with a hacking cough, that to be honest, is getting on mine and Shane’s tits, though we try not to show it, because you know, he can’t help it, and there but for the grace of, etc. It’s fucking annoying trying to watch the telly when someone is drowning out the dialogue with a barking cough. We need the subtitles to stand half a chance of knowing what’s going on. I’m going to go out and buy him an industrial size bottle of Benylin today.
I think that’s about it. Really, I just wanted to check in and say hi. While I’m here, let me wish a belated, but nonetheless a very Happy Birthday to Ashley. Hope you had a fabulous day.
Ciao for now, peeps.