Work is starting to interfere with my Tumblarity (it has plummeted to 18)…
I’m going to have to quit something.
In other news… I spilt a whole glass of water on my keyboard at work. Idiots around me suggested I might be “electrocuted” “shocked” or “hurt” if I continued to use it… they also questioned my sanity when I merely unplugged it and took it to the bathroom to let the Airblade do it’s work….
Keyboard is… needless to say… working perfectly… and some colleagues think I’m nuts for risking my health (I unplugged a frigging usb lead for Christ’s sake!!!!).
Never mind… off to the darkest depths of Cornwall tomorrow. I’m going to take pictures in pretty Truro… and try and spoil myself in some of the shops.
In other… other news… I’m standing in my kitchen eating toast at almost midnight and I have to leave the house at 6.30am…
When I turn my head to the left I can see the sea… Sutton Harbour and the Barbican. It is a beautiful… hot… sunny day. The type of day we get in the West Country in late September which reminds everyone that they should ignore the seasons and assume that when it isn’t raining in the West Country it is more than likely going to be a wonderful day.
I can hear people laughing and joking down on the quayside below me… I can smell diesel from boats going back and forth in the Harbour… I can hear sails being hoisted and giggles from kids and you know what…. its lovely.
Am I enjoying it… not really… I’m working… at my desk doing some overtime with the Singapore Grand Prix on the BBC iPlayer.
I’m struggling a lot here lately. Sometimes, I really wonder why I came all this way. I feel like so many things are missing or broken and can’t ever be the same. Weirdly, the more I start to find my own space here, the more I wonder what I’m doing, because some part of me is convinced I’m wasting everyone’s time, especially my own.
No adventure… no matter how daunting… is a waste of time.
You made a huge life changing decision that not only affects you but your loved ones. There are bound to be moments… nay minutes and hours and days of doubt but have no self doubt. Of course things are missing… of course things aren’t the same… isn’t that why you made the decisions you did… because you wanted things to be different… because you wanted to change things about your life for the better?
Have no self doubt…. have confidence in the decisions you made because they wouldn’t have been rash… spur of the moment decisions… they would have been long thought out and considered decisions and have the confidence in yourself to know you made the right decisions.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing… but don’t dwell on the past… or think too much into the future… live in the here and now.
Look at the man by your side and ask yourself if anything is missing…. I think not.
My Teenager made me snotty Poached Eggs. And Im not sure thats a good idea first thing in the morning. Also how can you Not eat it, when your child made it? He walked from the hob to the table, procariously balancing it on a slotted spoon, then flung it on my plate. Complete with pan water. Right. Gordon Ramsay would have banged him out chef style!
He is now making me watch Jerry Springer. “You-Are-Gay-You-Are-Gay!!” Honestly, why would people do that to themselves? And whats the deal with the fat people pole dancing? I mean, sometimes, I feel I should be right up there with those people, but still…even the audience are taking their clothes off?
Anyhew, I just opened the backdoors to allow the sunshine in, while blasting out the radio dancing around the kitchen, and a spider, landed, yes, landed, Loudly, not softly on me head. And as I looked up to see if the sky was falling in, he was just swinging there!
He was mahousive. I swear to God, I am going to be cocooned in this house. Living near a river has its drawbacks.
At least he made you breakfast… despite it being Sunday morning, and despite the fact that I don’t have to get up because it’s SUNDAY BLOODY MORNING, I still had to get up tp make my daughter dippy eggs before she went to work because:-
she can’t make them as good as I do (its an egg dammit… the water boils… you turn the egg-timing hourglass thingy over!!!)
if I didn’t get up and make her dippy eggs she would have gone to work without any breakfast
she can’t stand the thought of me getting a lay in on a SUNDAY BLOODY MORNING when she has to go out to work….
Despite all that moaaning… I’m glad she got me up because I’m now doing the following:-
sitting in the garden
wearing shorts & t-shirt
listening to Jay-Z
getting my suntan on
As for the spider… I’m going to take a picture of the nest/web/cocoon type thing I have found amongst my rolled logs… I don’t know whats in it but I sure as hell don’t want to be around when it emerges…
This makes me kinda sad. I have been really enjoying this series but have to admit that if I don’t have it on my dashboard I’m just not going to get around to reading it. I know I can put it in my RSS feeder but I just don’t read that as often as I do my Tumblr dashboard.
Paging Topherchris…. paging Topherchris… the only reason Rob is in the USA is to meet the Tumblr peeps… do not let him down…. (and forget the fact that the real reason he is in the USA is for a vacation with his understanding gf… ) find him and stand next to him with that “I heart looking like a tourist” tee on…
"Mount St. Helens is located in the Pacific Northwest where it has either just stopped raining, is currently raining, or is getting ready to rain.
This is an area which receives more than 100 inches of rain a year. Most likely, you are looking at rain, clouds, fog, and/or a combination of the three.”
I found this on the Mount St Helens Website years ago before plans went astray. The quote isn’t on the website anymore but it used to be on the webcam page and was an explanation about why you couldn’t see anything.
OK… so how come the tumblupon bar doesn’t appear at the top of all pages? I love this new feature as it makes surfing new Tumblrs so much more random instead of getting caught up in the circle of people which I seem to be in at the moment. It also gets me out of the dashboard and into people’s Tumblrs.
A bilby is a marsupial, looks like a cross between a rat and bandicoot, lives in the desert and brings our Easter eggs.
We experienced Easter in Australia many years ago and Hannah, who was six at the time, thought the Easter Bunny sent all her easter eggs from England to the Easter Bilby so that she wouldn’t be left out. Oh the wonder of childhood.
awww craig matthews just got a touchdown with 11 seconds to go and now michgan lead by 4 points…
it amaazes me how huge college football is… these teams are like full on mini professional teams and i think that if universities in the uk had this kind of shit going on on their camuses (campi?) there would be a shit load f great stuff happening