So who amongst you is getting excited about the big O?
O could be for the Oscars - who will be the stars on the night, so exciting (not).
Or O could be for oranges, they are so good for you - two a day could keep the doctor away - that's got to be exciting, unless your Dr is Sally Anne from our health clinic, in which case you long for a visit.
Maybe O is for Orangutan. Here's a picture of a really big O. He's fantastic.
No, all wrong.
The O I'm excited about is my discovery of an Old English proverb that says:
'The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.'
Make sense of that!
(and I can't do this any more)
So today we went out to celebrate.
He reminded me of a time we went out together, fishing, when he was 10.
That time, sitting in the boat for a couple of hours we didn't have that much to do, so he started thinking about the world around him. He began to get curious so he asked me some questions.
"How does this boat float?"
I thought for a moment, then replied, "Don't rightly know, son."
My boy returned to his contemplation, but soon came up with another one, "How do fish breath underwater?"
Once again I replied "Don't rightly know, son."
A little later my young lad asked me, "Why is the sky blue?"
Yet again, I replied. "Don't rightly know, son."
Worried he was going to annoy me, he said, "Dad, do you mind my asking you all of these questions?"
So I immediately assured him, "Of course not, son. If you don't ask me questions, you'll never discover anything!"[I guess he must have been asking someone else - 'cos he's turned out ok! Happy Birthday.]
All the things I've done this morning - in minimalist form.
Listening to music
Watching the rugby
All things I want to do instead.
I took this photo today, just to prove that spring is in the air - someone said it was going to snow! I don't think so.
I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
Surrounded by your glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance before you, or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing out some praises - will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, I can only imagine.
I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing with the Son
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine.
Let's call him M.
He's a good egg
And is going to help me out a lot in my new job
He's very handsome - according to some ladies I met in the office - they said things like .....
Tonight I went to the Theatre and saw a show called Festen.
Words I could use to describe it:
So glad I went.
If you get a chance to see it, go.
Really though, be prepared for something shocking, yet brilliant
I shall not spoil it for you.
Don't take your young children.
Phase One is as good as complete.
We all moved in over the weekend and had our first outing in the refurb. All went well. It was light. It was colourful. It was full of people. The pool was full of water for a dunking. Everyone could hear. Everyone could see. Everyone could smile - assuming they wanted to.
Wonder who will be first to spill coffee on the new carpets? More interestingly, I wonder how we will react!
Not very Happy
Well, don't mind really
But pride hurt
Second time in two days
I should learn not to be so
Tonight at a pub
With some mates
To look forward
I drove all the way over to Leicester today
It was good trip
To see if ok for a son to go.
Then I realised it's not up to me
It's up to him.
Then I realised I will miss him when he goes
There or elsewhere
Then I was sad, and a touch apprehensive
But happy and excited at the same time
Having all these emotions at once is a bit bad for ones health
And I've still got a fair few months to go before reality actually hits.
At least I haven't got to worry about coming home from the pub stinking of smoke for much longer.
The office today was too hot
In old money, 82. That I'm told, is hot.
I only work in new money.
It wasn't hot in New York.
In fact more snow than they've ever had.
I could have done with a glass of it today.
Anyway, talking about temperature, I was thinking about something somebody said this weekend. "We should be thermostats, not thermometers."
I.E we should not just reflect or display what is going on around us, but we should set the target, or regulate, or be help society be right, or something deep and meaningful like that.
One has gone to Sizewell.
Two has gone out on the town.
Three has gone to bed - early because up early in the morning.
I was on my own most of the day at work too :-(
Not sure that I like being on my own.
But like these three fellows, I didn't get up to no good. And I won at squash. And I cooked myself tea - pizza. Classy eh!
Today I had a day at a hotel in Standsted.
It was a good day.
I was a little (only a little)
bit delicate first thing in the morning
after a few drinks the evening before.
Drinks were next to a wine tower, several, like 15, metres high.
If you asked for a bottle (of wine), and even if you didn't,
A beautiful lady (well I didn't actually get that close - so let's assume a beautiful lady - I would also like to say beautifully dressed - but there was no dress) uses a combo of ropes, trapeze and acrobatics to fly like an angle up and down the tower. Very distracting, entertaining, bizarre.
But the day was good - and I'll probably remember the discussions more than the angel.
When I got home a different sort of angel had made my dinner - it was sat in the oven keeping hot.
I am tired now and I was tired driving home -maybe it was yet another different sort of angel helped get me home in one piece.
If I drew a cartoon picture of myself.
And then popped it on the www somewhere.
Could I protest.
Could I say that it incited me to hate drawings of me.
Or made me think that people like me were rubbish at drawing.
Then could I sue myself
And maybe get damages paid.
To pay an artist to draw decent cartoons of me.
Which would clearly depict that I was of sound mind.
Or would that be false too.
Apparently there are lost of 'illegals' in my country.
Illegals shouldn't be here.
Although without them, lots of jobs wouldn't get done.
Without them, lots are families would be separated.
And if they were at their first home, they might be locked up.
I know how they feel.
Yesterday I tried to find my birth certificate, marriage certificate, exam certificates, and cycling proficiency certificate.
They are all lost.
Does this mean I can't ride my bike anymore? That I'm not longer qualified? Am I a bachelor? Am I alive? I feel alive, etc. But I have no proof. I'd better find them soon - or I might get that knock on my door late at night and be escorted out of my country.
They say every cloud has a silver lining. I've lost something else too. 10 years in fact. I'm only a thirty something year old - and no-one can prove that I'm not!
Today I wrapped up some birthday presents.
Wrapping paper costs so much. It will be ripped off. And then put in the bin. Then it will continue it's journey to a tip or recycling centre. It may be burnt, buried or pulped.
The point is, it's a lot of money. The gifts are already wrapped anyway in boxes, paper, tissue, plastic. Why did I buy more? If you ever buy me a present, don't feel the need to wrap it. Or else just give me some paper and skip the present, so that I can afford to wrap somebody else's.
It's a bit like buying pretty little notelets for a friend at Christmas, so that they can use them to write back a thank you letter. Or buying someone a set of pans, so that they can cook for you. On the same theme a tip for you all - don't buy your partner an iron for his/her birthday.
I never knew booking a holiday could be such a chore.
Today I started looking. On-line of course. Saw loads of great places, in loads of great places. In fact I never knew there were so many great places. The websites on the other hand were not great - pretty patchy. I did know that some websites could be pretty dodgy. I'm not really sure what dodgy means. Evasive, shifty, unstable, unsound, unreliable. Yeah, some website are certainly unreliable. You spend ages waiting, watching the hour glass spin. After around 3 seconds you give up. Goodness, I haven't got 3 seconds to waste. What could I do with 3 seconds. Let's think. I could do 1 press up, maybe. I could put the kettle on - so long as it was already filled. I could sip my beer. Back to some great places. I was looking for a cottage. There are some great cottages around, so it must have been me that was (is) the problem. Either too noisy, too much money, too remote, too cheap, too dodgy looking (the cottage, not me). I'm going to have to sleep on it.