Love. via On the outside looking in.
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It's like something out of Charles Dickens here tonight. Mrs Mo has gone out to the works Christmas party for the night. Outside it is white with thick frost. The frost has never lifted all day. Even the cat (who is master of the house) refuses to go out, demanding a litter tray be made available and spending most of the night with her arse up against the radiator...Anyway, I'm home alone, once again doing nothing constructive. Channelling oh so much energy into so much crap and producing nothing. I don't know why but I'm still compelled to writing poetry. Poetry??? It's a strange and new thing for me. While I've always been known for making up sarcastic limericks on the spot to deride tyrannical bosses at work and I've written hundreds of songs, I've never written poetry before. In fact...
Donkaments via Littleacornman's poker n life blog
I didn't play much poker on Thursday night.4th place ( paid $27) in a $16 turbo was my only game.In truth I was feeling a bit stir crazy and not really on top form, despite having Nacho around for company.Sometimes I think the hardest part of dealing with a breakup is not in the immediate aftermath, but comes at that point a while later where normal life just doesn't seem normal anymore.( if that makes any sense!)I did keep myself very busy doing up my flat before I moved in and I have settled into a routine here, which is good, although I can't really seem to begin to get my head around thinking about another relationship yet.Perhaps much of the passion had left my relationship with the ex but we were very comfortable in each others company and usually ( until the last few months) had a...
Girl. via On the outside looking in.
Ok. So who’s the girl, I hear you ask. Well, I can’t tell you that. I shouldn’t tell you all that much, actually, just in case. I know the internet’s a big place, but I should really keep specifics out of this.
So what’s so special about her?
She’s astoundingly intelligent. She’s more intelligent than I, which is the most crazy turn on I could possibly have imagined.
She’s independent. There’s no feeling that she’s waiting to fall into Mr. Right’s arms directly before rushing off to the chapel to get married, thereafter producing or rearing children. I’m so far from being an emotional crutch with her that to go out with her is a compliment.
She’s older than me. While not a requirement in itself, with age comes...
Soon. via On the outside looking in.
Ok. I have a couple more weeks of stuff, then I think I should be back for good. If I can’t maintain this blog properly, then I might do the reasonable thing and put it quietly to bed. I’ll say so if that’s my choice.
It’s been interesting times of late. I have quite a bit to mull over with regards to the love life before I post any of it.
Ever found the person you think you want to marry? Ever come to that conclusion within 24 hours of meeting them?
Spins the fucking mind around, does it......
After spending most of the week in bed, Lazarus fi… via Bipolar Mo
After spending most of the week in bed, Lazarus finally rose from the dead today. I got up, had a long soak in the bath, shaved, dressed and was soon ready to face the world… well not quite… but I was ready to face a walk alone in the woods.The leaves have all but gone from the branches now, but as one cycle ends another begins.All around the forest floor the first snowdrops are beginning to shoot. Soon they will be everywhere, it’s the abundance of spring flowers here that gives this woodland it’s name… Springwood.Once through the woods I made my way along the River Teviot which was running high and dirty. Just a few seconds after I took this photo, a brilliant flash of electric blue shot out of the bank and across the water, the first kingfisher I have seen for ages. I carried...