Out Of Lockdown And Into Stockholm Syndrome (So It Seems..!)
So here we are, depending on your age, location and luck (to not be currently within either Brazil or India), apparently facing the escape from this Pandemic Prison.
Of course, England has lost its' collective minds and in the Council Election voted for more of the same that saw 125,000 killed by Government based incompetence rewarded with more representation for the Tories; including in working class areas, which are hit hardest by their ideological cuts to services on the ground. I despair.
Elsewhere, life has been treating us very well. We've got that daughter of ours' that unlike Travis did, doesn't wake up constantly through the night and leave us both chronically sleep deprived; she does vomit milk more. Sometimes annoyingly, sometimes amusingly, but for better or worst, it definitely beats walking through our neighbourhood at gone midnight on a Saturday night, wondering how the hell we get our newborn to sleep!
Desperation pushed us to that extreme last time, we are nowhere near that precipice this time out. I know that things can change very quickly with children but this is very, very promising.
To make having an easier baby seem a bit more hardcore, we decided to rip out the bathroom, a process that incredibly took three weeks to complete and included one period of ten days without a shower for me, despite numerous milky spews during that time period!
I've been to the pub and had a beer again! It took wasting £30 on taxis that didn't know where they were going and getting way drunker than I normally would on 4 beers (but they were delicious Seven Brothers drinks - you need to check them out if you can!) but it was in a very good cause as my friend of THIRTY THREE YEARS Andy T has taken a job in Spain and is moving there with his partner Silv and daughter Anne.
As the World is a lot smaller these days, hopefully we won't drift and it was great to see Paul, Gief and Pottsy too while we were out. As they haven't rented their house out, there may be Leaving Do II - which would be good!
In less fun news of childhood friends, we have had to organise what almost feels like "an intervention" as Vausey has largely become a hermit during Lockdown - not just physically but ignoring messages from a lot of people and with his mental and physical health struggling since late 2019, a group of us have had to contact his Brother to try to get him to get help. We'll see what happens there...
My Dad told me that he had a little bump in his car a few weeks ago, with 'some damage' to his tyres, over the upcoming weeks, this has mutated into a three week period in the garage, two wrecked tyres and a hefty collision with some bollards... I'm waiting for him to mention that he knocked over "a few" pedestrians..!
Anyway, this is a briefish one to let you know that I am alive, I do intend to be back and read more often but life (as you can see) is happening pretty fast at the moment... Hope you are all well and that I can get time to read LJ in the coming weeks.
Of course, England has lost its' collective minds and in the Council Election voted for more of the same that saw 125,000 killed by Government based incompetence rewarded with more representation for the Tories; including in working class areas, which are hit hardest by their ideological cuts to services on the ground. I despair.
Elsewhere, life has been treating us very well. We've got that daughter of ours' that unlike Travis did, doesn't wake up constantly through the night and leave us both chronically sleep deprived; she does vomit milk more. Sometimes annoyingly, sometimes amusingly, but for better or worst, it definitely beats walking through our neighbourhood at gone midnight on a Saturday night, wondering how the hell we get our newborn to sleep!
Desperation pushed us to that extreme last time, we are nowhere near that precipice this time out. I know that things can change very quickly with children but this is very, very promising.
To make having an easier baby seem a bit more hardcore, we decided to rip out the bathroom, a process that incredibly took three weeks to complete and included one period of ten days without a shower for me, despite numerous milky spews during that time period!
I've been to the pub and had a beer again! It took wasting £30 on taxis that didn't know where they were going and getting way drunker than I normally would on 4 beers (but they were delicious Seven Brothers drinks - you need to check them out if you can!) but it was in a very good cause as my friend of THIRTY THREE YEARS Andy T has taken a job in Spain and is moving there with his partner Silv and daughter Anne.
As the World is a lot smaller these days, hopefully we won't drift and it was great to see Paul, Gief and Pottsy too while we were out. As they haven't rented their house out, there may be Leaving Do II - which would be good!
In less fun news of childhood friends, we have had to organise what almost feels like "an intervention" as Vausey has largely become a hermit during Lockdown - not just physically but ignoring messages from a lot of people and with his mental and physical health struggling since late 2019, a group of us have had to contact his Brother to try to get him to get help. We'll see what happens there...
My Dad told me that he had a little bump in his car a few weeks ago, with 'some damage' to his tyres, over the upcoming weeks, this has mutated into a three week period in the garage, two wrecked tyres and a hefty collision with some bollards... I'm waiting for him to mention that he knocked over "a few" pedestrians..!
Anyway, this is a briefish one to let you know that I am alive, I do intend to be back and read more often but life (as you can see) is happening pretty fast at the moment... Hope you are all well and that I can get time to read LJ in the coming weeks.