Thursday 31 May 2012

Am I getting old ?

Now then... I'm getting on a little I know and my old legs cannot walk that far these days and on the rare occasion when I do get out and get to walk more than a few yards... I find I'm out of breath and my legs are aching like hell... " you need a little chair love" says the wife who's trying to stop me from falling over....  " "something foldable nice and light to carry" she said.
I suddenly remembered the little folding fishing seat I had when I was a much younger bloke, it was made of solid steel rod that crossed over with a piece of canvas as a seat... I described it to her and today she tells me she has found one......nice for when I get out and need a seat to rest my legs... "there's only one problem" she says... I wait in anticipation .... "Its fabric is that of a brightly coloured deckchair".

Now me liking to get out and about to get to places not too difficult to reach without hurting myself is great... but the thought of brightly covered seats might not be welcome by some wildlife, and may deter them from showing themselves... just a though ... "Just think" quips the wife " it will be like going to the seaside".... last time  I remember going to the seaside I got shit on by just about every bird there.... No taa.!!!

Monday 28 May 2012

Feckin' Council

Grrrrrr.... don't you hate it after 3 hours of waiting on the end of a phone trying to get through to someone who's supposed to be there but feckin' isn't ?
I'm talking about the feckin' repairs manager in the council who sent a bloke to replace an air vent but instead he replaced an air vent over a bathroom exhaust fan that is now unusable because of the fire risk due to the overheating fan, the original air vent remains unrepaired .

Now trying to get the manager is not an easy task at the best of times... but a council manager is nigh on feckin' impossible... I mean its not as if he never promised to phone me with a new date to come re repair the original repair and the exhaust for my bathroom that we can no longer use....

Can I speak to him by appointment ? can I buggery.... but I can write to him via the council.... and if I'm lucky... I might get a feckin' reply..... Grrrrrr.... Feckin' Council.

Monday 14 May 2012

Can you put your hands in my head ? Oh no !

You know what its like when you feel like Blogging but keep getting cold feet when the push comes to shove ?
Well that's exactly how I feel at the moment... I know I need to do it to clear the air with myself... but I'm buggered if I can put my feelings into the right words and context that make any kind of sense to me...or anyone else for that matter..... Its as if some one has there hands in my head jumbling everything up just to piss me off.

I think part of my problem is that I have become fearful of what I might write... I have grown resentful of society being critical of those who cannot help being in a situation that now makes them the most hated group in modern day society... the genuinely disabled and sick.... people from all walks of life who are not in a position to help themselves financially because of the prejudice projected from the likes of 'Politicians' who see all of us as scrounging scum.

My other problem is I am a stickler for getting things right.... and more often than not... I get it totally wrong, still I suppose you can put that down to experience..." keep trying " says the little voice at the back of my head . Hmmm... Dare I ask...  Can you put your hands in my head ? thinking about it... Oh NO!