Disappointed

I have been a great disappointment to myself, probably to my parents too ... never quite got where I wanted to be.

What a contrast to my three boys. I am so proud of my offspring. Luke, who will be 21 in less than an hour's time, a man who has surpassed every expectation, Adam my second, working hard in University, striving to be the best, and dear Joe ... a one-off, so accomplished and loving ... honed by the struggle of being the youngest.

My boys have certainly made up for any disappointent I feel in myself.

Great (oval) balls of fire!

The match is on, streets deserted, setees bowing under oversized bottoms. Well at least they will have something to talk about tomorrow. The art of conversation would be dead without "the match", sorry ... I forgot about "the weather".

Sims figures scurrying around ... "got to empty the shelves of bread and milk coz, who knows, it might just snow" The retired creating their own whirlpool of to-ing and fro-ing, just to fill the gap before eternal retirement.

I should move home, but am held to ransom by a mortgage .... or am I? There surely must be other options, but would my shadow disappear if I dared step outside my comfy environs.

Glitter and Shiraz

Not sure where my mind is, let alone my body. Given up TV, well it gave me up when the ice-bound gutters crashed down on the sky dish. No great loss ... radio is now the comforter albeit between the hisses and crackles of Valleys reception.

Working long hours fills the chasm of living alone, particularly at weekends. Shiraz and music are my other comforters.

Giving up my double bed for office space ... soon I will truly be a home bird. The dreams in the double bed came to nothing, so reality resides in the single bed. Surely I will sleep better without the glitter of the street light outside my window ... pity the gutter didn't put paid to that as well.