Monday, February 08, 2016

What’s this?


this morning I’m feeling myself once more, the me, the normal me. My head feels so much better although my chest still hurst.


I pack my bag muttering a plan in my head. Can it be done? In the bag goes my lunch box


and I enjoy my early daffodills as I leave


For the station.


Today I have decide to start the book I had started some time ago from the begining. Perhaps I will work out the story better now my head is clearer.


We arrive at Walsall station. So I have bang on 15 minutes, 5 minutes to get to the shops, 5 minutes in the shop to decide what to get and 5 minutes to get back. It is a fast amount of time and here I come back


Usually I’m sitting down there and


usually the train is in the station by now sitting waiting to leave. Job done though.


Back on the train I skip merrily though the pages I have at one point read once before. this time though I’m picking up the story and characters.


I can’t wait to enjoy more on the way back and tonight I’m looking forward to going to Ikea with Sara. Only it get cancelled.


As I head through the door I pick up some parcels and sit down. Opening the white bag I think to myself oh whats this! No this has got to stop. Another item I’ve brought off ebay which I’d forgotten about! As it happens though on the bag was Alans address. Oooo it nice of him to think of me. with Ikea cancelled  and to make me happy i get out the expanding foam.


Now it looks like I got the application well done. but in truth, I got it here, I got it there, I got it everywhere. Everywhere you don’t want it.


This stuff is lethal. It makes a mess it sticks to everything including your hands in a horrible way. I mean each can came with gloves that lasted all of twenty seconds. What is the point in that? So hands smoothered in the stuff, from usless gloves and also trying to get the mess up from everywhere. A nightmare I will reutrn to another night and with that…


I go into the kitchen and look at my beer. It has stopped fizzing aboundantly. So I get the stopper out, sterilise it and put it in. Two weeks and counting!


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
contains information that is non-accurate, made up and in some cases just down right lies. Anything in this blogg may be based on true fiction but to help dramatise it, some items may have been embellished. Some names are made up, others are not and any that are familar to yours just are.





 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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