Starting again

After 36 months I had to close my main blog down.
I didn’t have to erase it as such but in my haste to get the thing ‘off air’ I pressed one too many buttons. It had been my stress vent as well as being, hopefully, amusing to readers but it ghad been deemed as in-appropriate by those that emply me  and essentially it was a choice of the blog going or me. I chose, prudently, the latter.
The tabby cat dozed close to the shelter afforded by the dwarf shrubs in the middle of the garden. Unwelcome by our resident black and whites he takes his chances and eats what we put out for him and shelters within the parameters of walled moggy zone. I’d been digging away at a mound of compost and wasted bird feed and for the first time in 2010 had worked up a sweat. Seeing the tabby laying there all cute and relaxed yet vulnerable made me catch my breath and hold back a silly tear of appreciation for life’s often disregarded and un-appreciated pleasures.
I should have been writing reports and reviewing documents but I just couldn’t lock on today so marked it down as annual leave and pottered as only a silly old sod of my rapidly advancing years can. There’s not been much sun and daytime warmth so far this year, it was wonderful to bimblee sort of aimlessly and enjoy it.
The seagulls, much more numerous this year, despite the extra long winter, are extorting food from us as in an irritable fashion and the pair that have moved onto the porch roof have devloped a passion for pooing all over the red motor car that was once my pridfe and joy. I shout at them to get the off its roof but at the same time feel a complete heel for doing so. The car roof is no longer red, but a cross of white birdy pooh and sand. I’ve given up washing it off.
Tomorrow I’ll revert to commuter man and catch the early train to Cannon Street, it’s a journey I’ve been doing on and off for 5 and half years. Many of my co commuters have been doing it for for dozens of years. They show no signs of ill effects but I’m sure that I do.
I’m glad I’ve re-started blogging, tame stuff though it is. I’ll get back into the swing over time, and bore you all into submission.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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One Response to Starting again

  1. Fraser says:

    Good to have you back sir, what are your thoughts on the welsh?

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