Not real cabin fever, just a concoction of 15 year old hormones and egocentricity coupled with irrational conclusions and insults aired dramatically and without thought for my feelings.
What have I created? :lol:
Thank the heavens above that I asked Myram Carpentry to fit a cabin door on my Daughters room.
She stormed in today after school demanding to know what I’d actually done all day seeing that I wouldn’t pick her up. ‘It’s 1½ miles away, you’re 15, you can walk’ I replied.
As a child I used to walk everywhere (and I had great legs and butt cheeks haha)… because I HAD TO! There weren’t household’s with a car each; in fact, you were deemed well off if you had one! My Dad had one but we only got to go in it on special occasions and on a Sunday night when I wanted to listen to the Top 40 :lol:
If we didn’t walk we got on a bus or used our bike. I’ve bought us both lovely new bikes but will she use hers? I’m planning on using mine to get to my new job, for the Summer anyway. When it gets too cold I’ll take the car
Anyway, back to the Cabin Fever. I’ve decided… I’m not going to converse with her again until she’s 23. I’ve already blocked her on MSN and removed her from my Face Book :lol: :lol: :lol:
It’s all my own fault obviously. She has no respect for money, belongings or other people. We argue about everything… especially food. She wont eat ‘anything’ unless it’s junk; if there’s nothing junk available, she doesn’t eat. The amount of food I throw away is criminal :cwy:
I’m off to buy a ‘Butty’ tomorrow, put all her belongings in it and set her adrift on the canal. If you see her whimpering, avert your gaze or you’ll ruin my punishment. Damn you oh ungrateful child, damn you! :lol:
The whole day had nearly passed by without excitement nor hinderence… until 8.45pm that is :lol:
As usual, I was sat in my cratch minding my own business perusing the world wide web when I am audibly prompted that there is a slight fracas in the marina. I turn round to hear someone coughing and spluttering with two men leaning over talking to that person.
My immediate thought was that someone had fallen in but what unfolded was rather bizarre!
A woman, naked bar a pair of knickers, was dragged still coughing from the canal. It wasn’t until I view my video footage that I recognised her. She had passed my boat some 30 minutes earlier and I remember thinking she looked strange and I certainly didn’t approve of her choice in lipstick colour!
When free from the chilled filth of a canal she proceeded to explain to both the paramedic and the 3 police officers that she was just trying to get to the other side and that she wasn’t “gaga” :lol:
One of the rescuers came to my side of the marina to retrieve her clothes and handbag from the grassy knoll; she got dressed, and left with the officials who’d been beckoned from their dutiful evening.
One of the Police Officers was black, she was drunk, and she asked… ‘are you from Nigeria’ and proceeded to talk in a foreign language proclaiming she’d lived in Kenya for 2 years or so. Still she tried to persuade them that she wasn’t trying to kill herself or that she was mad. Finally, after a fag and a cup of something hot, they all dispersed leaving the marina calm again.
Me? I poured a glass of champagne, popped 3 strawberries in the glass, and sat back to relax again under the multicoloured illumination of my solar silk lantern lighting
I say! Oh Madam! As the title says, I’ve got fat balls… no, not fat balls, but FAT balls!
Since moving from a hustling-bustling Town full of yobs, drunkards, chavs and such-like I’ve mellowed. Yes, mellowed! I no longer seek the eternal argument, misdemeanour’s or fake façade. I’m in it now just for me and nature!
Picture me now… I’m sat, in my cratch, with my laptop and solar powered multi-coloured lanterns (and Breadmaker99 on YouTube). Total bliss!
Is it just me or did any other of you think that Robin’s only stayed around for the Winter? Well, I did!
British Robins are mostly sedentary though a few migrate to Spain and Portugal for the winter. Juveniles disperse from their natal sites in May but very rarely move further than a few kilometres (miles).
In the winter, British birds are joined by Scandinavian birds, and a few continental birds.
So there you have it… I was misinformed and stand corrected. Yes, that’s hard but something I’m more used to accepting these days. Told you I’d changed
Not real cabin fever, just a concoction of 15 year old hormones and egocentricity coupled with irrational conclusions and insults aired dramatically and without thought for my feelings.
