I have various suspicions about various things and these suspicions that I have are going to be heeded. There is this person who is ignoring the pleas of somebody else who is close to them and that is not nice at all. That person will know who they are and if they are reading this then they ought reel their big ego in and do the right thing. That aside things are pretty good around here, or should I say could be a lot worse and it will probably be some time before they get any better. For a start I have to work on myself, getting back into some semblance of being fit again, yes its cutting down on drinking and eating a little less. Speaking of drinking. I have found a new hobby and have started buying wine at auction, not to drink mind, but to put down and sell later. I may drink some of it, some day, but why bother when the stuff from the supermarket has the same effect, if that is what you are looking for? Getting drunk is beginning to make me feel ill and if I drink anytime in the evening, I wake up at silly O clock feeling like poo. Just like this morning!
I am unable to paint, after drinking and creativity is what drives me forward, Drinking at lunchtime screws up the rest of the day, especially if I find I need to drive anywhere. I have tried drink driving and let me assure you all, it is not fun or sensible. Having a complete break looks to be the best option and will mean I can buy some more paint and such stuff, I am crying out for burnt umber right now and my recycled paper is also on the wain, plus I want a nice big pure bristle brush, those nylon things are good for nothing and are way past their best in any case. Speaking of painting and art, I now have a large pile pile of incomplete work, it was getting tiresome working on one piece of work from beginning to end, so I found the cure.
Speaking of The Cure, I really do think that bands music will help alleviate the current mood I find myself in, their music beats the S$%T out of Bono and co. whose distressing noise just managed to wheedle its way out of the speakers. School work is back to interesting and this week is learning about how heavy handed the Victorians were to non European people, would you believe they behaved just like the United States does today? This glorious empire busting fact and others like it were already known to me, just not from an academic stance. I have to go out for a while today, and could be some little while, whilst someone else has an appointment. I shall be taking a book to read and do not expect to sit in on it, The Covid nonsense has seen to that.
Today it is cold and the pair o us are both feeling tired out, somewhat despondent and not wanting to do very much. The cause of it all? We both woke up at silly o clock this morning and could not get back to sleep, so we ended up just dozing and feeling jealous of the cats who seem to spend all their time asleep no matter the circumstances at hand. cats have it easy, some mug to open the door for them, another to feed and wash their bowls out and some one else, often the same idiot who does the other stuff to clean their turds out of the litter box as well. The they pee all over the floor, drop a big pile of god knows what on your bedroom floor and expect to be picked up and stroked like they have done nothing wrong and its all the human’s fault.
The pile of washing up in the kitchen never seems to go away and appears to be self- replicating, slowly very slowly, the mess is disappearing and we can see counter tops again. I want to get those empty bottles filled, the demi johns in the shed and the rubbish in the bin together with the old crockery. I like throwing old stuff out and making way for the new, I thoroughly believe physical clutter equates to mental clutter and as J might say, the latter sucks.
We have no idea what we are doing this PM. I have a tutorial about the political franchise in the late Nineteenth century later on, the whole idea, fills me with dread, I am reading on the subject at the moment and it is dry like the desert; Disraeli, Gladstone, Lord Salisbury and the rest of them. Great and up standing figures of men no doubt, its just the subject.
So for want of anything better to do today, we both decided to dry ourselves out for the foreseeable future. This was after drinking all the available Alcohol in the house and getting a little tipsy in the process. There is actually a bunch more booze tucked away under the stairs, but that is not ready for consumption yet.
This afternoon we both went into the garden and tidied up the Fig tree, removing all the dead fruit and cutting back any dead wood. All the rubbish went in the bin, the sun shone and the birds sang, we had a thoroughly pleasant time together. J put some nice lotus ‘flowers’ on the pond and soon we shall get fishes to.
Other news, I have been doing some intuitive drawings of past lives, (I believe in reincarnation) and it was satisfying, relaxing… fun. J is now having a rest and I am speaking to Lulu the cat, she likes having lots of attention and meows if she thinks I am not giving her enough. I must bring in the curtain soon, it is outside drying after a wash as Lulu peed on it this morning. I ought give the floor where it hangs a mop as well, before she gets more ideas.
The last couple of days have been spent not doing very much, yesterday was taken up with nursing the hangover from hell and feeling lousy. J also enjoyed the after effects of drinking too much, we are both now having a break for at least a day, tomorrow is yet to arrive. Today has been spent being productive and tidying stuff, fixing J’s study room up, hanging pictures and clearing floor space. Now I have some boxes to stuff in the attic and find something else to do, I may even play with the website a bit more. Or does the kitchen need more attention, whatever happens there is a long list of stuff to be getting on with.
J sat me down and we watched a doc on The Dalai Lama together, this was during and after eating lunch, we are saving the rest for later.( The doc that is, not the lunch) The rest of the afternoon/evening looks to be a lazy one, taking things easy and doing some simple stuff. I may even paint, though what exactly remains to be seen.
It has been a thoroughly dull, grey day today and it would be nice to see the sunshine again. Though that is unlikely to happen today.
Now almost recovered from the cat bite, except it itches and the bruising is still prominent, everything is pretty good. We have tidied up J’s room a bit, and she now has a pleasant space in which to rest and do her stuff. She is being required to do a self Covid test which involves sticking a something up her nose and then tickling her tonsils, the whole idea gives me the creeps, J feels the same. She has had a lot on her plate of recent and is pretty stressed, so we are going to take each other for a walk out today and enjoy the sunshine for a while. J does not like the Covid testing thing, she gagged loads and thinks it is awful.
Covid aside, the sun is out today after early rain and Lulu the cat is sunbathing on the windowsill in front of me. Life must be grand being a cat, a life of almost indescribable laziness having staff at your beck and call answering to your every Meeow and spending almost your entire day asleep. The life of a cat sounds good, they even get to bite people and get away with it. (Sometimes) The Grey cat has been lucky so far, I have only chased and shouted at it so far having been handicapped by lack of shoes and missiles, it watched me with contempt and a little trepidation and climbed over the fence into next door.
I think I will be doing some more school work this afternoon, studying filth, disease and general nastiness and death in Victorian England. You can almost smell the stinks being described as you read the words. I will try not to complain about the sewage works again. (though they really stink) Ship breaking looks an awful trade and is highly dangerous, I know this cause I spent a couple of hours watching docs on it. Though it does look exciting and probably beats working in a supermarket. Anything beats working in a supermarket, apart from being a sewerage inspector maybe. I am glad and happy to be an artist and blogger, though a little bit of me, still wants to visit a ship breaking yard.
We have an unwanted visitor who pops around from time to time and causes upset, he upsets the children and today He attacked me. I know have several bloody puncture wounds in my arms and shoulder, happily the thing did not go for my face. Half of me know wants to get an air gun and shoot the bugger another half wants to do something else. The decent part says throw water, at the bugger and that will soon put it off any more visiting. Cats do not like water they especially dislike the stuff being thrown over them, even less when it is cold and snowy outside. I do not think a cat trap is practical, simply because our three will wonder into it to eat the bait, they are all greedy so and so’s you see. Half of me still thinks I could do better with a rifle, the other half is kicking me for having sold it.
Today the sun is shining and the sky is blue, it is actually a rather beautiful day, we may even go for a walk later on. School work is looming and interspersed with little bits of this and that, it is slowly getting done. The bottles are being washed through and are now soaking, they will soon be sterilised and then the home brew can be bottled up and put away. The space under the stairs will soon be groaning with box loads of the stuff. One day we may even drink it. We may even run find our ‘wine cellar’ needing to be extended in the future, though Dog knows how that will work. One day we may even get around to drinking some of it.
The shoulder now aches like nobodies business. The Grey cat is now in more trouble that it can ever imagine.
Not being bothered or motivated enough to do school work, I thought lets write something instead. Which is largely what I would be doing if schoolwork was on the agenda, but it’s not. But I did do some reading, about religion in the Nineteenth century. Religion in the Twenty first century is just as awful, except there is more singing, and fewer people attending, you see all the would have been worshippers all go to Garden centres and stately homes now. Where they can relax, look at beautiful things and then drink tea and eat cakes, without the fag of having to wash up afterwards.
Other news, these last days have been spent building a new website and today all my hard work was wiped out (nearly) by pressing the wrong button, it just resulted in having to re-upload all the images again. Kind of doing me a favour, it is now more stream lined and looks nicer too. If you want to take a look click here:
We can do well to be thank full for that which we have, instead of complaining about that which we do not. Thank your lucky stars you are not compelled to go down into the sewers and look for bits of rope and lost coins to earn a living like some did back in the day. Running the risk of drowning in great pools of human waste, being nibbled on by rats or accidentally taking a mouth full water or three on board after taking a wrong step and slipping into a pool of night water. Like wise You might fret and swear that your job requires all the hours that Dog sends for you to maintain hearth and home, I could be cynical and say get a new job. If you are a nurse then I take my hat off to you, the government are a bunch of cunts who do not care a toss for you, despite your job being harder than Cross grained Teak. Wages have not increased in real terms since 1973, meaning we were better off wage wise fifty years ago and have been robbed blind ever since.
Governments like to keep people poor, that way they are easier to control. If they transgress the rules punish them with a fine, in the meantime tax the bejeezus out of the workers and give the lick spittle politicians a pay rise each year for doing f*ck all apart from telling lies and creating discord. Thank your lucky stars you are not the richest man in the world, who probably gets to work eighteen hour days and the amount of responsibility that would make having a nuclear trigger at hand childs play! If you are unemployed (like me) then get creative, get smart and go back to school. Whinging and whining, blaming and feeling sorry for yourself will achieve nothing. Being pro-active and getting your backside out of your armchair will.
Stop watching the box, it serves up nothing but rubbish and is injurious to the brain. A famous man once said. ‘ I have learnt lots from television, each time it comes on, I go read a book.’ Enlighten yourself and take up a new hobby, learn a new skill and do something to better yourself and maybe your community. Selflessness has it’s own rewards and though those rewards may not be financial, the feeling of well being you get back, will more than compensate.
A couple of days ago, I was rude and briefly referred to the German people as Krauts. This was not done out of any xenophobia or other mindless jingoistic bigotry but more in the context of historical narrative, If this offended anyone Tough Titty. I also referred to the Royal family as being German , this is totally correct and is proven beyond doubt, just because you change your name via something that amounts to a deed poll does not mean you change your nationality. In fact going back to the Norman conquest most of our Monarchs have been foreign: Norman, Dutch, German and a couple of Scots thrown in for good measure, they are indeed a mixed up bastard lot. Aloof, foreign, disconnected, inbred, eccentric and dysfunctional they would be better off being exhibited as some kind of freak show at the circus. With all their fancy paraphenalia and titles and being like something from a lost world stuck between Henry Tudor and Victoria, where you get a bunch of medals and honours for marrying your wife (Or husband) and have someone else open doors for you all day.
It is a source of amusement to my Father in Law that in the twenty first century That Great Britain still has a monarchy, Lords and an Aristocracy. He is American and being fairly sensible people, they disposed of such things a couple of centuries ago, instead they have their own royalty in the form of Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley (RIP) Chuck in a few of their political dynasties and some old school Millionaire families and it is almost the same, minus the titles and crowns. J also finds our Royals to be of some interest, they will probably be part of the citizenship test, she will have to sit one day. Personally I do not like them, care for them or am interested in their stuff. However from a historical perspective they can be a little of interest, in terms of what they did, or in a lot of cases what they did not do. They do in fact make quite a good freak show attraction for tourists. As well as fodder for the celebrity gossip magazines to drool and gush excremental BS over.
Mrs. Windsor could be held up as a beacon of patriotic duty and sticking to her ‘job’ What B*llo*cks would you give up being waited upon, having doors opened for you and living in untold luxury? All for opening a few envelopes a day and speaking to the PM about the peasants and their woes. She has with her an interest in Horses, Corgi’s and how her Ginger haired bastard grand child is doing with his Trans-Atlantic actress turned wife, turned Duchess. Her husband the great conservator of nature whose first act as head of the WWF involved slaughtering endangered animals and whose blood lust has only been tempered by old age and infirmity, something that he has encouraged and nurtured amongst his own off spring.