I am finding it very difficult to apply myself to anything right now. I am glad that I don't have a dog which needs walking every morning at 7.00am this Winter in particular, but that could snap me out of it.
I went to bed last night, listening to the wind threatening to tear down the unlit Christmas decorations outside, which were swinging horizontally during the gale. My window always rattles, which I like - I find it cosy - but it was hammering away so noisily last night that I had to wedge it with paper.
I have a strange character trait which would probably make me unfit for service in the military if I was young enough for call-up. When the going gets tough, I give up. Maybe National Service would have made a man of me.
you sound a little depressed
ReplyDeleteNot as much as some people I know here with no earning potential and friends killing themselves all over the place. I am very aware of how lucky I am, but thanks for asking.
DeleteI have to fight it.
ReplyDeleteI think many are in the same January boat as us, but see above.
DeleteWhen you must you will. In the meantime, keep the household fed.
ReplyDeleteRight now the household is feeding me.
DeleteWho is cooking, Mr. Tom? And washing up. Keep the household fed.
DeleteI'm glad I stopped by today. You made me laugh. After a tasty build -up ("strange character trait") you topped it off with: "When the going gets tough, I give up." It's January. How in the world are we going to get through it, if not by giving up?
ReplyDeleteEvery time I try to hibernate, some creditor wakes me up by banging on the door of my Wild Woods tree-stump cottage.
DeleteSo now, in my head, I have the song, "Dont give up on us baby......"
ReplyDeleteI have the Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush version.
DeleteThis has been one of the worst winters in my memory. But everyday it's becoming a little bit lighter and brighter - and I saw a double rainbow from my house this afternoon.
ReplyDeleteYes, a combination of events has made this post Christmas crash bad for many people.
DeleteA nasty, snarling dog barked at me yesterday. Its owner made a limp attempt to call him. My response? I cried. When the going gets tough, I cry, apparently.
ReplyDeleteMost of us are on a knife-edge triggered very quickly by such events. I am very emotional right now too, but big boys don't dry.
DeleteI mean 'cry'! Old boys don't dry.
DeleteWhy so glum Thomas ?
DeleteI'm ok. Don't worry, but thanks for worrying. I am just skint and bored, that's all.
DeleteNormal life catches up with us all
DeleteTom - you are all man if I may say so.
ReplyDeleteYou haven't seen all of me Weave and - God willing - you never will. For your sake!
DeleteThe shock would kill her..and she's a tough Yorkshire woman
DeleteKill me, more like.
DeleteThanks for this post Tom . It's very much "oh its not just me then."I have been beating myself up for keeping odd hours and not getting enough daylight .The other half has been telling me for days to get off the cross as we need the wood.
ReplyDeletei know so many people that feel the same way as I do, that it is positively reassuring.
DeleteThe National Service? Maybe you need some 'big girl pants'? Could send you some.
ReplyDeleteWhat are 'big girl pants'?!
DeleteThere is a saying to put your big girl pants on when you're facing a difficult situation.
DeleteI take them off.
DeleteMy parents last home in Sussex had a knocker of the main bedroom door. The previous owner used to hibernate, and the knocker was for his maid to bring up his meals, post, etc. Wise man.
ReplyDeleteI would live on a diet of pizza - the only food that can be slid under the door.
DeleteA good night sleep sometimes changes thoughts; I wish this morning you're feeling a little better Tom?
ReplyDeleteGreetings Maria x
I'm not sleeping very well too! It's ok - I'm just a moaner.
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