Another recurring dream is to find myself on a stage having to perform in front of XXXX number of people... That would truly be a nightmare of monumental proportions for me..
Well writing a blog is a bit like that scenario... suddenly you realise that people are actually reading this and waiting for your next post with some kind of anticipation.. or am I just flattering myself ? I feel I have to keep some kind of standard.. consistency to my posts... Waffle or Poetry.. whatever you make of it..
That realisation is a bit scary, daunting... enough to render me speechless, if I think about it too much. So the trick is not to think about it and just continue this random stream of consciousness...
So more of the same..
It is Saturday and I am on my own... boo hoo... My boys have abandoned me and gone off
to do various pursuits..
Big boy has gone on a residential trip with his school to Dorset.. Last year he managed to get a tick bite on his leg that turned nasty on his return home... Luckily he avoided Lyme's disease but I kept looking out for signs of the disease.. twitching, incoherent talk... well hard to tell sometimes!
Little boy has had a better offer and gone to join his band members for a jamming weekend.. Maybe they will finish the track..'Play that Funky Music' as it was cruelly cut off in it's prime..
So with all this freedom I am about to depart for the metropolis and mingle with the Saturday morning masses. First stop is the flea market.. not that we need any!
Then I have been instructed to buy something called 'Fast Fret' for my beloved. Is that a device to accelerate stress..? I surely don't need any of that thank you.
Actually it turns out to be a cunning tool for cleaning guitar strings..
I might even indulge myself by buying some lovely veggie ingredients to make vegetarian feast for one tonight. It is tough living with cavemen sometimes.. they love their meat.
Returned from the heaving mass of shoppers and tourists alike... and am truly vexed that I forgot to take my camera.
Bath is a photographer's dream.. Architecturally unique, beautiful skyline of trees and hills and as for people watching.. we have it all here from the great unwashed to the small gaggles of tourists being herded around the various hot spots with a flag on a stick! Cafe society thrives and it is easy to sit and sip some Java whilst watching this colourful world pass by.
But as I said.. I forgot my camera so you will have to use your imagination and be content with these couple of photos taken on one of my neighbourhood rambles..
Gosh I miss my boys...
Think I'll make a cup of tea now..
Sorry about the waffle.. I just wanted a chat really..
Friday, 25 April 2008
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