After dinner, I wanted something sweet but didn’t have anything but Curly Wurlies…that should be all a man needs. But it wasn’t what I wanted tonight and randomly I decided I needed to try and make some “fairy cakes”, or whatever you care to call them. That’s a lot of effort from me, particularly on a Saturday evening. Plus it keeps me from going clubbing 😂 So they went in the oven, and now they are cooling on racks. Doing this reminds me strongly of my mum, as she would bake with me as a small child and I would
Author: Tim
For the past couple of weeks I have had a little house guest in the shape of my friend’s dog. The dog is small and delicate, unlike my two, but we have worked on her desire to pretend to be a delicate flower and she has shown her true colours. I think she has had a very settled time. She likes me despite the fact that I am horrible to her (verbally, of course, and in the most gentle of tones). I have returned her to my friend who is making excellent strides back towards good health. When I did
Lovely morning walking with friends. Dogs playing nicely and a bonus 11-week-old German Shepherd puppy with fluff you wouldn’t believe. I did come away with a slight nagging thought though. I felt like I was “trying”. What I mean is that I could reflect upon conversations that were too speedy or comments that were too plentiful or stories that were too involved and in each case, I wonder if I was making too much of an effort to be the life and soul. Now I don’t know that anyone else there would have picked up on it, at least consciously,
No, Canadian friends, I don’t mean squirrelly – although now I type that, I realise that I could use that word in the same place. Two nations, separated by a common language indeed. My digestive system has been in a state of flux for some half a day now. No more than a bit of irritation, I’m sure, but enough to be inconvenient and for me to bail on Pilates this morning. I have spent the morning wondering what the cause could be, ranging from bad food to opiate withdrawal. Anyone suggesting it is more likely to be from eating
I think my car may have a slow puncture. I cannot be sure yet but there’s one that seems to be fading each day. If it is low again tomorrow, I will know and have to book a replacement. Yay for expense. Today has been a bit like I have had a slow puncture. I have got the main things done but I have not been at full speed by any means. Was this the drop-off after yesterday’s productivity, did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or was I just being lazy today ? I could focus
I’ve battled opportunities for negativity so far today and won…just about. I had a bit of a head on in the early hours as the beers from last night took their effect. I cannot believe I could drink into double figures back in my youth. Now I have a couple of pints and I’m distinctly sluggish in the brain department. I might have wallowed in bed but I had an arrangement to meet my sister for a dog walk which was good for me as motivation to get out into the fresh air. We were fortunate with the weather and
It is the day after and I’ve had a few drinks. This is a recipe for a dip in emotion. However I really have had a lovely time so I cannot complain. This evening I have had a beer or two then dinner with my sister, her wife, and a good friend. That’s not bad. Plus the food was lovely, the beer went down well, and now I’m lying on a bed with cute dogs left and right. So if I let myself, I’m sure I could find some sadness, because I would like X in my life or I’m
On a Sunday I play with dogs. Lots of dogs. Mostly big, some small, all amazing. It is the closest I come to being happy and for a while I often forget to even be glum. Today was no exception. Lots of lovely dogs came along and they all played (mostly) really well, and we saw nervy dogs gaining confidence, new friends becoming better friends, and old friends thrilled at a chance to see and play with their buddies again. I like to say I “stand in the middle” of the group because I didn’t establish it, and I don’t
Today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me ! Ha. If only it were that simple. Every year I play an odd game with myself and the people I know. I spend an irresponsible amount of time thinking about who will remember my birthday, and who will not. You might think I simply want people to remember, but I don’t know that my brain thinks in such straight lines. People who remember, are cherished. That is simple. I am grateful for those who remember my birthday and already a combination of text messages and cards that have arrived (but of
This is the only post I will make before the I start using the blog properly on 30 October 2022. That is the official start date. But the start of what ? I feel very concerned about my life. I mean that almost in every sense that I could mean it. I am concerned about my mental health primarily, with a history of low mood and negative thoughts, and that in turn makes me concerned for my life in the most literal sense. Whilst I do not plan to hurt myself, I am aware that the chances that my life