Good Gracious Me - How time flies!

Last posting was 22nd March and I think this means it is almost two weeks since I reported. Following advice I'm now going to try to make the postings a bit shorter and a bit more frequent; I'm told that will make them easier to swallow.

Well - I'm still smoking and I'm still crap in the morning yet I feel like I've made some important progress since last posting -

I WROTE THE REVIEW I'D BEEN PUTTING OFF SINCE DECEMBER!

And apparently it's perfectly acceptable - I can't begin to tell you just how wonderful that makes me feel. I shall try to be mindful of this experience next time fear attacks me in a manner designed to bring procrastination to the forefront of my behaviour patterns.

Thus I am now planning to write to further short articles this weekend, one about the anti stigma conference I attended in January and one about eggsentricity. This will raise me in my eyes to efficiency status and I shall almost certainly be able to find the energy to locate my mascara in consequence.

Fun er al

My Uncle Dick died the other week; I'd post up a photo of him for you but I haven't got one and I haven't got any photos on my computer yet, so.. Also I don't think you know my Uncle Dick, although you might know him if you are a Greville visitor but I don't think any of the Greville family apart from Heidi know about these blogs so I feel confident you don't know him. Maybe one day I'll get a photo of him and tell you a bit more about him and then you will know about him. But this isn't a family blog so maybe I won't.

Anyway, it's a blogworthy matter here because the importance of the event required me to get my ass in gear make myself look respectable and then shoot down to Luton and Dunstable hospital and collect my father and make him look respectable. This took a bit of time, finding a barber who'd give him a wet shave and a decent hair day - and the project was wholly successful I'm proud to say. During the service my father was faintly challenging in his loud and insistent requests to pop out for a cigarette but my aunt and I kept a firm hand either side of him and we managed to acquit ourselves well, he and I, as the generally identified nutters of the clan.

And all the reports of the family were that I'd looked great and seemed like a really caring person etc and a lovely person etc., - all I can say is that I didn't dress or do anything to win approval as such, just wanted to somehow give my father a day to remember, a chance to say goodbye to his big brother while also hooking up with his family in a positive way.

This positive experience was reinforcing for the positive identity hardwiring patterns I'm trying to develop. I don't feel right that I got something good out of a family reunion based around the death of one of its members. The good thing about it is that the event also triggered very good memories of my Uncle Dick, affectionate, nostalgic memories and feelings.

The Domestic Front

Over the last two weeks there's been an unspoken division of labour in the house. I've been tidying the kitchen and living room and my daughter has been messing them up. Simple and effective. This morning it appears she's the clear winner but by later on this afternoon my dictatorial preference for something approaching order will be encroaching on the downstairs rooms as specified. Meanwhile I've been offered a day by my support worker to help me get the missionmiraculus office organised week after next.

I have just read this to my daughter. She hotly denies my description. She fiercely resents my writing this since according to her I do absolutely nothing and I am a swear word. Will this do as a balanced piece of reporting?


Over and Out

I have to end here because though I have much more to say, James is here and as Director of tea, hats and remorseless hilarity I can no longer concentrate.

Over and out from your ever deluded swear word ;-)