"You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart. You’re heading for a breakdown, better pull yourself apart. " - John Cooper Clarke

Thirty-four.

I used to love this day of the year but for the past twenty years it has become nothing but a drag, usually spent in the office where it was of no significance to anybody else and after a bit that rubbed off on me too.  It’s Thursday today and so far my week has been very boring.

Monday – I looked for jobs and watched TV.

Tuesday – I looked for jobs and went on my shopping date.  I also cleaned the kitchen, watched TV and was told by the Ex to clean my gutters.

Wednesday – I looked for jobs, prepared supper early and watched TV.

Thursday – I’ll look for jobs, clean the kitchen, have lunch with Tatiana and watch TV.

So the highlight of today is having lunch with Tatiana and having received LOST 5 from the Twat before he dashed out of the front door to a conference.  I obviously do other things such as check the letter box, send emails, talk to myself but the reality is that this is a really bad time to be out of a job for many reasons such as this darn weather and I may well lose the house next year.  Once this mood sets in it takes a lot to get out of it.

On the other hand, had I not been at home I’d not have seen the parakeets so close to my window, nor the green woodpecker, and I’m really grateful for that.  Nor would I have become more adventurous with my cooking and cleaning so all in all it’s not bad.  I miss going out, that’s true, but I can’t wait for the warmer weather so that I can go cycling around this village, collect my free dustbin bags, send off about 6 packages and lose weight.

I’m going to have a fun day, starting in the kitchen.  Snow is forecast for tomorrow if the forecast can be relied upon, but my snowdrops look lovely.  All the other flowers seem to be having trouble appearing although I think my wild daffodils are faintly protruding through the sodden earth.

Numbers can be so deceiving.

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