Thursday, 23 November 2017

err.. Hi

I honestly hadn't realised how long its been since my last post until I saw Joy's comment this morning! Amazing how one day blends into the next some times...
So, all last week I was writing away madly, and by Monday I thought I had the end of the book I'm trying to write in sight. But since Friday I've been battling with the nasty cold / flu bug that's been going around, and I've been off work with it since Tuesday. I'm having trouble with my eyes, which won't stop watering, with coughing fits that wipe me out and leave me with a sore throat that feels a lot like I'm a very poor sword swallower. Plus coughing attacks in the middle of the night keeping me awake. I know its absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things and really doesn't compare to being really sick or needing surgery, but it has meant that I'm not going out and about at the moment, so I really nothing to report.
Also while feeling sorry for myself I've been eating badly again. Using fighting the bug as an excuse to not try to restrict calories. I'm genuinely frightened to get on the scales but the way my clothes fit (when I can be bothered to get out of my dressing gown) tells the story just as well.
I will try to post more regularly, please do feel free to kick me if I forget again!

Thursday, 9 November 2017

Still not dead

And haven't forgotten that I owe you loads of photos of my week away before I completely forget everything I saw and did.
I've been writing up a storm lately on my no-one can ever read this stories. My latest short story decided it wanted to be a book rather than a short story and I've been averaging between 2500 and 4500 a day. Bearing in mind that my job involves sitting at a keyboard all day and my 'I wish it was my job' hobby involves hours at the keyboard as well, I hope you can understand and forgive me for not always feeling like spending more time at the keyboard to post, especially as talking about writing that I'm not sharing is probably not much fun to read.
It doesn't mean I don't love you.
Please don't hate me for it!
I'm sure it will all go back to normal before long, and that's why I am obsessively writing every spare minute of the day while the urge lasts. Tokyo often in the past it hasn't lasted long enough, do to demonstrate my mastery of clichés I feel the need to make hay while the sun shines. Not that the sun is shining, winter is definitely here. Yesterday the car told me it was -0.5 degrees when I drove to the station in the morning, and it reached a balmy 5.5 degrees by the time I drove home again after work. Needless to say both journeys happened in the dark. I hate winter 

Wednesday, 8 November 2017


The world does not contain enough coffee to get me through today
I'm alive and haven't actually given up blogging despite much evidence to the contrary.
I will be back. One of these days

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Another great day

Again no photos yet, but I spent most of today at a local museum with my Dad. We were in East Kirkby , at a World War II airfield that is now a heritage centre - and absolutely awesome!
Only one more day of holiday 😕

I'm alive

I was going to post daily and include pictures from my days out but I'm struggling to attach photos taken with my phone to posts written on my phone... Which seems to me weird. Surely if they were taken on the phone they should practically add themselves to my posts?
Anyway I don't want to write big expanses of text with no photos when I have some nice ones, so I'll have to do those posts when I get home and back to my laptop. I didn't bring it with me because I was travelling by train not car so didn't want to lug too much around.

So for now I'll just say I'm having a lovely time and recovering quite a bit from my long time sleeping appallingly while being stressed. I love Lincolnshire.

Friday, 20 October 2017


Not just a normal Friday but also my last working day before I go off for a week. I should be happy and anticipatory but I'm grumpy and pissed off.
Last night I was sleeping peacefully  and having some weird unsettling and possibly deeply Freudian dreams but most importantly actually SLEEPING when my poor M, who was on call, was phoned up. About nothing. He was probably on the phone 5 minutes. As a result we both lay awake for over an hour. This happened at 2:25 am. I must have spent the hour lying rigidly resentfully clenched ALL OVER because I've had massively painful and soul destroying back ache all day. Painkillers had an effect - for about 20 minutes before it came back. I can't concentrate on work and I've written precisely 0 words. And I don't even care.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

And again

Nothing interesting happened yesterday. I know that doesn't always stop me, but I find posting the way I'm now forced to do it more annoying, so just appearing to say I'm alive and OK but boring is less appealing.
Anyway. I'm alive and OK.
I'm working and I'm writing.
I'm trying to avoid catching the plague in an office where the staff are dropping like flies, because a) I don't want to be sick and b) I don't want to be sick next week specifically because I have a week off and am visiting my Dad in lovely Lincolnshire. 
Cannot be sick. Cannot be sick. Cannot be sick.
I feel like a zombie today but it's not the plague, just a couple more bad nights. This morning I woke up around 3 and got back to sleep just in time for the alarm to wake me up again.