Home tomorrow and I’m going to do one of them one second videos of my day. Predominantly it’ll be flying home. It’s been a seriously fucking brilliant week. I mean, a seriously fucking brilliant week. We’ve shared laughs, food, drink. We’ve talked about family, friends, ideas, concepts, careers, sport, politics. We’ve cycled to the beach … More Holiday day seven.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think of her in some way. She was the light of my life. Always loved. Always missed.
Easily the best day so far. Woke up too early this morning but managed to get back to sleep and stay there until seven thirty. Then after breakfast Bys & I got down into town for a few little bits. When we got back Mam & Ellis were at the pool so we joined them. … More Holiday day five.
I was up before dawn and took a short walk over to the eastern side of the camp to watch the sun rise over the hills. It’s so peaceful here on a morning. All I could hear was birds singing, a faraway dog barking and the wind through the trees. No traffic. It’s amazing when … More Holiday day four.
I’m sat on the decking, the temperature a balmy 22 degrees at half past seven in the evening. I’ve got beer, fresh bread, and the olds are busy dishing up crisp salads and barbecuing steaks, chicken, belly pork, sausages. I can feel the heat of the sunburn on my back. There’s a slight sting to … More Holiday day three.
Holiday day two (written on the morning of day three). Slightly fuzzy head this morning. Last night we dined at a cheap and cheerful restaurant and I met some of the ‘neighbours’. Paul from Oldham with a self-inflicted OAFC tattoo on his arm was sat to my right; opposite, ex-RSM and Spurs fanatic Carole. Interesting … More Holiday day two.
I committed to the idea of writing a blog post a day in September knowing full well I’d be spending a week of that month on holiday. I’m sat by the pool right now, legs dangling in cool water and writing this in retrospect. Today (yesterday) my prompt was my favourite TV shows. How boring. … More Holiday day one.
I’ve said thing before. Writing, to me, is therapy. When I have something on my mind that I need to rationalise or understand, writing it down helps me do this. It helps me break down complex situations and get to grips with why things happened or are happening. I suppose this harks back to the … More Your favourite things about blogging.
I was going to write about something else because I don’t like exposing this sort of information to the great masses of the planet, but I’m sleep deprived and willing to tell you just about anything so here goes: Taylor Swift Specifically the album Red featuring 22, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, I … More Your top guilty pleasures.