I've been expecting this to happen sooner or later. Flashbacks. Yes, you've guessed it, all back to when Laing died. They are happening with greater frequency now, but it's not like one a minute, still only every now and again, but I keep returning to the time of the struggle he was going through, then they took me away to tell me he was dying, when I returned he was calmer and barely alive.
Whether it…
It is very strange, but I have recently read both my gas and electricity bills. Laing and I never really felt comfortable getting our energy supplied by any old Tom, Dick or Harry, plc, especially as there are enough spivs about in boardrooms looking for the next money making opportunity.
That reminds me, the government has told us that all these premium phone numbers for customer help lines must no longer be acceptable…
RIght. I was wanting to post something more uplifting before I spotted the trademark handiwork of ghastly spammers at work. So now to the proper blog!
Arriving home was something I was not so keen on as I had rarely been away on my own before and not greeted at the front door at the very latest, though I was usually met at the airport. As ever, my worries were unfounded. It seems to be with this bereavement business…
I am so sorry that I am now on the back foot again not liking something. I will move onto that in due course, but just a moment for calm and reflection.
Although my previous posting (I hate blogging) was slightly tongue in cheek, it nonetheless was a cry from the heart that finding new things to write about on a regular basis is not as easy as it seems. I remember Laing and I saying it must be quite an nice way to…
I know what you're thinking.
"Oh no, he's off his trolley again."
Well, yes and no. Yes I am here writing a blog and I don't want to. You see, the reason I hate blogging is trying to find something to say. Now is not the time to beat around the bush. I am an old-fashioned curmudgeonly, incalcitrant, contrary and contrarian type.
You see, the world is full of unnecessary noise, both literal and figurative…
