Before and after enlightenment
Just back from hauling 2 yowge Ikea bags stuffed full of my and the Missus' smalls to the launderette cos our washing machine has its soapy maw full with the child's clothes, many of which i pegged on the line earlier, with a combination housewife/frontiersman squint at the horizon, looking for signs of rain. Unclef thinks: houswork...Ikea...child...hmm...what would the me of twenty years ago think if he could see the me of today? Knock off the beers, you tubby git, probably.
Unclef further feels remorse at his failure to keep in touch with and respond to communications from friends, relatives and associates, speshly Ian M and Bri, this past year or so. Not much time, little energy and occasional periods 'neath the long shadows...but no excuse really. Will try to try harder.
First day of a keenly awaited week's leave: after helping with getting the Bean nursery-ready (and o my lord you should see the wee girl, had her down at her Granny's in Kilwinning yesterday, my father and his wife showed, Ma's man took us men out for a wee while, next thing i know I'm drinking Tennant's in the bar of the local Orange Lodge, fer any sake...but i digress; the Bean was magnificent, so energetic and full of fun, so beautiful, sweet but with a glint of mischief in those big blue peepers...) I slept til noon, aye, and beyond. Then laundry. My 19-year-old self would probably be half-cut by now. But he was a foolish boy. Nice enough lad, but so lazy.
Unclef further feels remorse at his failure to keep in touch with and respond to communications from friends, relatives and associates, speshly Ian M and Bri, this past year or so. Not much time, little energy and occasional periods 'neath the long shadows...but no excuse really. Will try to try harder.
First day of a keenly awaited week's leave: after helping with getting the Bean nursery-ready (and o my lord you should see the wee girl, had her down at her Granny's in Kilwinning yesterday, my father and his wife showed, Ma's man took us men out for a wee while, next thing i know I'm drinking Tennant's in the bar of the local Orange Lodge, fer any sake...but i digress; the Bean was magnificent, so energetic and full of fun, so beautiful, sweet but with a glint of mischief in those big blue peepers...) I slept til noon, aye, and beyond. Then laundry. My 19-year-old self would probably be half-cut by now. But he was a foolish boy. Nice enough lad, but so lazy.