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Saturday, February 23, 2008

No is the hardest word

I have no idea why, that despite always planning to do too much for myself, I still never manage to say no when others come calling. Think it's lifts a weight from my mind to take on other's problems. Probably selfish when y'look at it.

I guess I just love to help. Want to help even when it's the last thing in the world they need...

It's got me into so much extra trouble in the past, when an easy life was there to be had - just by saying no. And the fun it's brought me.

Like being the pilot of a Cadillac for an evening. After months of secret planning, a close friend needed dropping at his surprise birthday party. Take the keys on this frosty night and chauffeur? Hey, why not,hadn't anything else planned? Except maybe playing in the band that night as well...

Worth it. So very worth it. Blinding evening, bring on the dancing girls, bring on the cake...

Rushed by, never saw it happen. Spooky driving through sleepy villages, burbling all alone after dropping off the happy revellers by the dozen.



Had to say no recently though. It's hurt. So very much. Certainly the hardest word to say.
Except maybe the last goodbye. Now that's a pain I don't want again.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Misty mystery tour.

A Cadillac full of fellas. Off to the fens. Bright sunshine turned to thick fog. A pointless hour or so spent well.



Think it was something about counting cash in Kings Lynn. Guess you had to be there...

Monday, January 28, 2008

The finer points.



Not my picture. But oh how I love irony. Close enough just isn't good enough.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM.

A walk in the rain without a coat, no chance to wonder at the clouds.
A strange journey without a map, enjoyment of the scenery all lost.
To live without a dream, just a life without future.

In the words of the lovely Nanci Griffiths, "I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all".

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Simple pleasures

Found this picture today. Face of joy. Shaven head, chemo weary, no matter.
Nothing can stop the sheer pleasure of finding some bargain stretchy, stripey trousers in a jumble sale.