Thursday 6th November 2025
Mmm, hot toasted teacake slathered in chocolate butter is my new favourite snack. It’s delicious, but messy, especially if you slather it as generously as I do. What can I say; I’m a greedy houseboy. I look like I’ve got shit stains all down the front of my top. Never mind, life is too short to get mad about chocolate butter dripping off a teacake. A couple of scoops of Vanish Pink in the wash, and my top will be as good as new.
Some catch-up. October was a pleasant month in my portion of Old Blighty. Mostly dry and sunny, it made outdoor pursuits pleasurable. We got in a couple of good long bike rides, and even going for a run was nicely seasonal, with all the dry leaves flying up into the air like crunchy and colourful confetti. Since then, it’s rained heavily, so the leaves are wet and breaking down, making the pavements a bit slippery. So far, I’ve avoided coming a cropper, but it won’t last. It wouldn’t be a proper autumn without me going arse over tit on slimy wet leaves, at least once. Shane has the TCP on standby.
Guy Fawkes night was last night, so we are now on the run-up to Christmas. I can’t believe how fast this year is going. It hasn’t been the best year from my perspective. I’ve had some stuff to contend with. In a way, I needed to step back from journaling, to take stock. I’ve been talking tripe for quite some time now, and I guess I needed a break for my health sake. Life isn’t easy at the best of times, and let’s face it these are NOT the best of times, for any of us.
Bits & Bobs remains unfinished, but largely written, and I hope to find the focus to complete and get it out there at some point. Maybe, closer to the festive season, I might post a chapter to see how it’s received, and as a thank you for your patience and loyal followships.
We’re off to Harrogate at the weekend to meet up with one of Dick’s old uni chums, and his wife. We’re staying over at their house on Saturday night. I’ve met them before, and they’re a nice couple, posh, but not snobby. They don’t mind my banter. It’s supposed to be nice weather, and it’s a scenic part of the country, so I’m looking forward to it. I’ve learned, for the most part, that the only point of life is to take and make the best of the day you are in. You can’t relive the past, and you can’t foresee the future, so all you have in the here and now.
And on that pseudo philosophical note, I’ll say ta-ta for now, and go and shove my shitty looking top in the wash. I hope all is well in your worlds.
Mmm, hot toasted teacake slathered in chocolate butter is my new favourite snack. It’s delicious, but messy, especially if you slather it as generously as I do. What can I say; I’m a greedy houseboy. I look like I’ve got shit stains all down the front of my top. Never mind, life is too short to get mad about chocolate butter dripping off a teacake. A couple of scoops of Vanish Pink in the wash, and my top will be as good as new.
Some catch-up. October was a pleasant month in my portion of Old Blighty. Mostly dry and sunny, it made outdoor pursuits pleasurable. We got in a couple of good long bike rides, and even going for a run was nicely seasonal, with all the dry leaves flying up into the air like crunchy and colourful confetti. Since then, it’s rained heavily, so the leaves are wet and breaking down, making the pavements a bit slippery. So far, I’ve avoided coming a cropper, but it won’t last. It wouldn’t be a proper autumn without me going arse over tit on slimy wet leaves, at least once. Shane has the TCP on standby.
Guy Fawkes night was last night, so we are now on the run-up to Christmas. I can’t believe how fast this year is going. It hasn’t been the best year from my perspective. I’ve had some stuff to contend with. In a way, I needed to step back from journaling, to take stock. I’ve been talking tripe for quite some time now, and I guess I needed a break for my health sake. Life isn’t easy at the best of times, and let’s face it these are NOT the best of times, for any of us.
Bits & Bobs remains unfinished, but largely written, and I hope to find the focus to complete and get it out there at some point. Maybe, closer to the festive season, I might post a chapter to see how it’s received, and as a thank you for your patience and loyal followships.
We’re off to Harrogate at the weekend to meet up with one of Dick’s old uni chums, and his wife. We’re staying over at their house on Saturday night. I’ve met them before, and they’re a nice couple, posh, but not snobby. They don’t mind my banter. It’s supposed to be nice weather, and it’s a scenic part of the country, so I’m looking forward to it. I’ve learned, for the most part, that the only point of life is to take and make the best of the day you are in. You can’t relive the past, and you can’t foresee the future, so all you have in the here and now.
And on that pseudo philosophical note, I’ll say ta-ta for now, and go and shove my shitty looking top in the wash. I hope all is well in your worlds.