If the Government tells me the money's been spent, there is no money, I will not believe them.
Simple as that.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
F = French Revolution
Just scrolling down to see how many posts I've written this month I see that it's 14!
July (14)!
Has my Postcard stormed Parliament today?!
This is the 15th post, clearly, but I had to share my little giggle!
Hee hee hee!
July (14)!
Has my Postcard stormed Parliament today?!
This is the 15th post, clearly, but I had to share my little giggle!
Hee hee hee!
Monday, 5 July 2010
P is in sPent
I'm fucked. I'm totally, utterly spent. All the posts you are reading today, I wrote on Friday.
It's Monday now, obviously. There's loads more that I have to write, or I want to write, or I should write.
I'm fecking shattered though. Stiggers is keeping me up all night again, which is ok, because she does come up with the odd good idea but I've got things to do and I must be getting on.
So let's just say yeah, that everything I am yet to post, all happened this weekend. That anything that has the remotest link to the Pomegranite, happened this weekend.
Some of it (you might have already read?) might sound abit biblical, abit loopy. Ne'er mind, I know we're not the Second Coming so it's cool.
You know what? I stopped writing The Book That Will Never Be Published after I was evicted. I was sooooo tired. I was soooooooooooo tired I slept for six months. No, I probably slept for longer that that. That's why I'll always be grateful to SureStart.
It's Monday now, obviously. There's loads more that I have to write, or I want to write, or I should write.
I'm fecking shattered though. Stiggers is keeping me up all night again, which is ok, because she does come up with the odd good idea but I've got things to do and I must be getting on.
So let's just say yeah, that everything I am yet to post, all happened this weekend. That anything that has the remotest link to the Pomegranite, happened this weekend.
Some of it (you might have already read?) might sound abit biblical, abit loopy. Ne'er mind, I know we're not the Second Coming so it's cool.
You know what? I stopped writing The Book That Will Never Be Published after I was evicted. I was sooooo tired. I was soooooooooooo tired I slept for six months. No, I probably slept for longer that that. That's why I'll always be grateful to SureStart.
P = Peace
An extraordinary thing has happened this past week. I let go of a long held regret.
I mean a very long held regret; a seven year old regret.
My biggest regret all these years, these many, many years, has been moving out of my Bolthole in Wandsworth to move in with the Foca. A crap regret I know, given he is the Father Of Child.
Chatting to My Advice Man last Sunday, I told him that wasn't my regret anymore, I've replaced it with a new one.
"I should've stayed put when he handed me notice. I should have made him take me through the courts like the Church had to do, like the Housing Association is doing, but I wanted to keep the peace. Peace, keeping the fucking peace. Fuck that now."
That's when he said I was desperate.
I mean a very long held regret; a seven year old regret.
My biggest regret all these years, these many, many years, has been moving out of my Bolthole in Wandsworth to move in with the Foca. A crap regret I know, given he is the Father Of Child.
Chatting to My Advice Man last Sunday, I told him that wasn't my regret anymore, I've replaced it with a new one.
"I should've stayed put when he handed me notice. I should have made him take me through the courts like the Church had to do, like the Housing Association is doing, but I wanted to keep the peace. Peace, keeping the fucking peace. Fuck that now."
That's when he said I was desperate.
P = Presentation
I might just wear what I am wearing today to go see Dobbie in the morning. A white blouse and bermuda denim shorts, only with flipflops.
A couple of people said I looked nice this morning, you see, though of course they might have been talking about my shoes.
They are nice, I have to say (although I met a woman later as I was walking to pick my son up from school, who said she had the exact same ones that lacerated her feet. She told me to put surgical spirit on the wound when it's healed, that's what she's going to do).
You meet great people on the Heath!
A couple of people said I looked nice this morning, you see, though of course they might have been talking about my shoes.
They are nice, I have to say (although I met a woman later as I was walking to pick my son up from school, who said she had the exact same ones that lacerated her feet. She told me to put surgical spirit on the wound when it's healed, that's what she's going to do).
You meet great people on the Heath!
P = Plasters
My beautiful new red wedges that I bought with a gift card given to me back in 2007, which for the life of me, I can't remember from whom, has caused a blister on my heel (achilles?)
The answer of course, to allow the broken, raw, red seeping mass to heal, is to wear different shoes.
I however toddled along to the chemist and bought some plasters before tromping up here to the Heath in them.
"Elastoplast Sensitive SILVERHEALINGTM" "antibacterial" ones that "kill harmful germs for optimal healing" and are "skin friendly".
Woo hoo!
"There are important healing properties in silver apparantly," I said to the chemist and he agreed.
A plaster is a quick fix though. Skin needs to breathe.
I'm wearing flip flops to see Dobbie tomorrow.
It's been agreed.
The answer of course, to allow the broken, raw, red seeping mass to heal, is to wear different shoes.
I however toddled along to the chemist and bought some plasters before tromping up here to the Heath in them.
"Elastoplast Sensitive SILVERHEALINGTM" "antibacterial" ones that "kill harmful germs for optimal healing" and are "skin friendly".
Woo hoo!
"There are important healing properties in silver apparantly," I said to the chemist and he agreed.
A plaster is a quick fix though. Skin needs to breathe.
I'm wearing flip flops to see Dobbie tomorrow.
It's been agreed.
P = Preparation
There's an International Evening at my son's school tonight.
It's great fun; we international bunch of parents make food from our country which we sit around scoffing to a steel band that comes every year. The children play music, they sing, they play, we parents chat or don't chat if we don't want to, it's cool!
I am not going to drink. I love Al Cohol, I do, and every year I get a little bit tipsy, buy a couple of bottles of beer on the way home and ride on the feeling for as long as I can.
This year? Tonight? Uh uh. I'm going to see Dobbie tomorrow. It's the most important meeting of my entire plan and my plan has got to work.
I'm trying not to think about it and hoping the right words will come when I'm seated with him.
Six years ago I wrote him a load of letters but when I went to his surgery, he wasn't there. Glenda was.
I hope he's there tomorrow. I need his blessing and I need his permission.
He'll be there
Thanks Stiggers
It's great fun; we international bunch of parents make food from our country which we sit around scoffing to a steel band that comes every year. The children play music, they sing, they play, we parents chat or don't chat if we don't want to, it's cool!
I am not going to drink. I love Al Cohol, I do, and every year I get a little bit tipsy, buy a couple of bottles of beer on the way home and ride on the feeling for as long as I can.
This year? Tonight? Uh uh. I'm going to see Dobbie tomorrow. It's the most important meeting of my entire plan and my plan has got to work.
I'm trying not to think about it and hoping the right words will come when I'm seated with him.
Six years ago I wrote him a load of letters but when I went to his surgery, he wasn't there. Glenda was.
I hope he's there tomorrow. I need his blessing and I need his permission.
He'll be there
Thanks Stiggers
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