This is going to be a football post, so for those not interested please turn away now.
We play Ipswich town today and there’s going to be a massive party down at the King Power Stadium. Tickets sold out weeks ago, when it became apparent that one player would be leaving us after 13 years of creating memories and mayhem.
Goodbye to the GOAT 🐐
That was this chap called Jamie Vardy who played for a little club in the East Midlands called Leicester City. It’s his last day with us today, and never did I think I’d see grown men pass tears at someone departing. I know I will see that today.
I only know this as I’ve heard the talk in the terraces over the last couple of years. I’ve heard fathers say to their sons,” Boy you never see me cry, but the day that he leaves the club I will be a mess”
He stirs emotions and fantastic memories in equal measures.
Sports in all countries stir up passions with the supporters, and on occasions an individual becomes a target for derision or is catapulted to the heights of being the greatest within that team’s history and that is what has happened here.
Like him or loathe him, to the supporters of our club he is a legend. He’s labelled as our greatest of all time (GOAT) and rightly so. We have had many fabulous players pass through our gates but none with the longevity and appeal of Vardy.
There is this aspect of football called “Shithousery” that he excels in. His celebrations after scoring are legendary, he mimics the crowd and he stirs emotions in all parts of the stadium, he is unique and there is simply no one else like him in the English football leagues.
He is our last player remaining that has connections to the Premier league winning team of the 2015/16 season. Today will be his last ever game in one of our shirts and it will be a sad day for sure.
Today is going to be a day of celebration as well, just like the premier league presentation, the club is promising a number of activities today and we are even being told to remain seated at the end of the game as more activities take place. What that is? No one knows.
And what better way to put it than having another of our legends talk about him
Tomorrow we will be a team without our most influential individual. We have had an awful season and it just seems to be getting worse. Next season will be interesting, we will be in a lower league once again, but missing the strength and leadership of this one guy. I know one person does not make a team, but one person can severely influence a team and we will need to find that individual again.
Thanks for the memories “Vards” your 500th game for us today, let’s hope you continue to make records by scoring your 200th goal.
And all the very best in all you do outside of Filbert Way.
Hi there. It’s been a few days since I posted about the clock being the heartbeat of the home, my wife and I have finally arrived back into the East Midlands after she has had the break away with her friend, in West London.
I’ve gone back to work and have been doing the early morning stint, I’m currently on the second of two rest-days before I’m back on early shift again starting Tomorrow.
I have a lot to thank my wife’s friend for especially in arousing an interest in gardening that I have been trying to nurture for many years. Our current garden has taken almost 8 years of planning, planting and correcting mistakes to reach the maturity it displays today. A garden is a form of art, it’s not produced in a matter of days as numerous gardening programs would have you believe, it really takes years and needs a big commitment. When I went to collect my wife from London it had become apparent that she and her friend had pretty much visited about every garden centre in West London. The beautiful specimens of plants that greeted me on my arrival were testament to that. My wife had chosen all the plants and she was now genuinely interested in making the garden even more attractive.
Garden
There was a very slight caveat though….
In her time away and after having discussions with her friend she has made up her mind that we want to move to a new property a bit further away from the city. We had our current house valued before she went away, and we were sitting on that information that we were going to discuss on her return. This is when she broke it to me that she’d love to help me develop the “New Garden” and that is when I knew she had made her mind up.
I was ready to get things in motion, but being the cautious person that i am, I’ve asked her to look at a few options prior to putting the boards up, and we are currently going through these options. We need to get away from the city centre on health grounds, and it would certainly help to move away. Part one is a visit to the developer, and that is going to occur later today…after the new washing machine has arrived. Yep the trusty servant of the last nine years has seen its last load. Time for a new one.
It’s been a busy week for me as I’ve taken advantage of the gorgeous weather we have had for the last few days. Today we are back to the normal gloom and grey backdrop, so here I am putting pen to paper or is it finger to keyboard? You know what I mean.
New stone surrounds
I’ve given the garden a lot of attention, thinning out areas to allow sun into the slower growing plants as the bigger, quicker growers have been stealing all the sun. I’ve rescued a Rhododendron that had been engulfed by a Californian lilac bush, and repotted it into a large pot that now has a sunnier outlook at the front of the house. All bushes and hedges have now been trimmed and grasses cut and manicured.
I’ve finally got around to finishing off the stone surround to the garden room, a large bag of stone had been residing in the garden for at least 18 months and has now been disposed of, it opens up so much more room in the garden. On top of that I have rejigged the Hedgehog highways around the garden to allow them a better more secluded access and they are making full use of it at the moment if the noise at the food tray last night is anything to go by.
So today we begin the journey of looking at new homes. Not one I particularly enjoy as we have got this home and garden into a nice condition that I am both proud of and content with. And now there is the possibility of starting it all over again with a blank canvas that is both scary, and exciting in equal doses.
But fickle as the property business is, we may still be here in months or years to come so there is no point in getting carried away with it all, we need to still pour all our love and attention into this little home, and keep it comfortable as it has always been. We could still be here for ever more. And that’s no bad thing.
Stick with me on this one, I’ll get there eventually it’s a bit of a ramble but I promise I’ll get there.
It’s 04:45 in the morning and I am awake. I’m beside my lovely wife in a bed in her friend’s house in Sunbury west London. It’s a lovely old house with a beautiful back garden in one of Londons leafier suburbs. I’m awake as I’m listening to a beautiful dawn chorus where the birds have awoken and are obviously discussing avian issues quite vocally and beautifully through birdsong. It s a lovely sound and one of natures most pleasant daily occurrences, by the sounds of it it’s going to be a lovely sunny day.
I’m blessed with exceptionally good hearing. Some may call it a curse but to me it’s a godsend. My wife states that i,”Can hear a fly fart from 50ft away” and she’s probably not wrong to be honest. It’s a godsend, as it seems the female members of her family, yes all of them, have particularly bad hearing and my dear wife is in fact registered as partially deaf, and if it wasn’t for her super duper high tech hearing devices she would more than likely be totally deaf. Therefore, my superb hearing doubles as her safety blanket when I am with her. It’s just one of those strange coincidences in life when you are magically paired with someone to be their help, in their time of need. I’ve already stated in earlier posts how she has helped and nurtured me through our life together. There is truly a mystical tie that binds.
I dropped my wife off at her friends house about 11 days ago, just prior to me heading back north to begin a stint of night shifts. It’s allowed the two of them to have some real good time with each other to catch up and do the things they enjoy doing. Her friend as you would already know, if you follow my journal posts, had some quite serious issues last year with some mental health issues after the passing of her long time partner a couple of years back. The wife switched into full time angel mode to help her, and I remain so proud of them for what they have both achieved. You don’t just suddenly get better from such an episode, but she has improved so much she is pretty much back to the old her we used to know, and have always loved. Thankfully my wife has a constant eye on her, and is speaking to her at least 3-4 times a day, so there is really no chance of her sinking back into the abyss she has just come out from, as my wife firmly has hold of the support rope keeping her back from falling down once again.
The very clock I’m talking about
Now the clock analogy. I love clocks. Good old fashioned clocks that tick mechanically, not the digital versions that silently do their thing within the scope of silence. I’ve stated that my hearing is above par, and you’d think noise would be a curse. Well it is sometimes. In a silent house such as our own that has those very same digital clocks, I do hear everything. It’s an old house that makes noises. Pipes clank, floorboards creak and changes in temperature cause expansion and contraction noises all around. My hearing is such that I’m not at peace until I can associate a noise with the potential creator, yes I overthink even when I am attempting to sleep, i want total silence and that is not possible in an old house.
However at my wife’s friend’s house it is different. It’s an old house, digital clocks do not exist here and all clocks are mechanical, this house has a heartbeat. I have something to focus on and that comforts me into the most peaceful sleep, and awakes me at the other end with the most wonderful birdsong from outside. I love it.
When I delivered my wife here 11 days ago I had focussed on that clock heartbeat in our bedroom only to be mystified as to why, half way through the night the clock had stopped ticking, its heart had stopped. Why?
It became apparent the next morning that I looked at the clock that the hour hand was bent out of shape, and on its journey around the clock face the minute hand had clashed with it and it had come to an abrupt stop. This had occurred, and come to light when her friend had spoken with her step-son and found out that he hated the sound of a ticking clock and had fumbled in the night to hide it away causing the damage to the two hands.
Now as you know, I love fixing stuff and this item needed my help. The hands were very delicate and to be honest I didn’t think they were strong enough to take being bent back into shape. I used some tweezers and gently moved them back into position and I was able to restore that heartbeat.
I sit here now writing, getting great comfort from that ticking in the background. I don’t know why, I can only presume that like a child laying against its mothers breast, they gain great comfort from hearing their mothers heart beating. Maybe it’s the same with me? That constant, accurate non stop repetitive sound gives me something to focus on, turning my good hearing away from all the other little distractions that keep me awake.
I know one thing, I’m on the lookout for a good old fashioned mantle clock, or wall clock to have within listening distance of the bedroom at our house, that I can focus on.
I wish I could have been a horologist, working on clocks is tantamount to being a heart surgeon in my eyes. A most fantastic invention, and how I would love to be someone who looks after these fantastic mechanical masterpieces, however my eyesight is what lets me down here. But guess what? My wife’s eyesight is perfect. See, we are truly made for each other!
Gotta be pretty much any politician I’ve seen or heard from in my life. The ones I’ve witnessed who will help in a situation always seem to have an ulterior motive, normally one that lines their pockets or doesn’t want issue in their own back yards. (Nimbyism)
Our local politician
I point you to the farce that is Leicester city council and the gelatinous mess who are representing us there. All got their snouts in the trough, don’t really give a toss about the local populace as long as they are ok.
A good old, “I’m alright Jack” attitude.
They’re all as bad as each other, many different parties all with the same agendas.
A title that sounds like an intro into the latest episode of Sesame Street, refers in reality to a question my wife has put to me over the last few days.
How many projects do you have on the go at present?
Now, she wasn’t asking how many types of different projects i get involved in, she was specifically asking due to the amount of deliveries that i am currently getting from online sale rooms and auction sites. I didn’t honestly think about it at the time, I wasn’t aware of the actual number, however i am now very aware.
A selection of outstanding repairs that I have in draft mode
And that number is 21. I have that amount of draft repair posts on this platform awaiting completion. Some are quite complex and demand time that i just don’t have at the moment, others are awaiting components that are needed to complete them. My wife, bless her has pointed out to me that rather than obtaining yet more items for repair, wouldn’t it be better if i just cleared the back log first? She is of course right, and a small selection of those draft posts awaiting attention can be seen in the photo above.
Not only do i have a back log, i also have a number of boxes that are full of now, fully operational items varying from microphones and cameras all the way through to a working music system. I think i need to break away from sentimentality and start to move some of these items on. To be honest this would be the best thing to do as it would release some funding for a few other projects that i wish to look into in the near future, and it would also create some extra space at home.
I love being busy that’s just me, knowing i have a batch of drafts awaiting allows me to spread my focus over a wider area of interest. I do pop into them all occasionally and just add a few lines here and there, or an item of interest that I’ve just remembered, so they are all in fact works in progress. I do need to concentrate on that backlog though, and maybe reduce that backlog to probably 5 or 6 repairs in total.
This whole website/ blog thing has been something that I have really put my heart into, I’m by no means an ace practitioner of blogging practices and I have never set out to be such a person, and will definitely never be one. I started this site purely for my own benefit, an extension to a journal i used to keep at home, that i may have discussed within these pages a few times previously. I’m not trying to teach anything, it’s a personal record of my failures, my learnings and achievements, and it just works just fine for me.
I really don’t understand how it has now gained a good few followers, I never expected that but I am eternally grateful to everyone who reads a post or comments upon them. That said i would still do the same if there was no one paying an interest in what is posted. Again, as stated earlier in this post, it was always set up as a personal journal. And it has worked for me. It has been a good well being tool.
So. I have temporarily agreed to cease any further purchases until I’ve got the backlog under control, and I’ve also agreed to employ a one in, one out policy in regards to all repairs and incoming projects, and believe me there are some quite complex ones to be published shortly.
Got exited originally as I thought this said favourite bands, had to sit back down and rethink my reply, as well as putting away my collection of R.E.M memorabilia.
So Brands it is then. I have no real affinity to brands to be totally honest, I have Apple devices, and Dyson devices at home but to be honest with you I would be just the same if they were Samsung phones or a Shark hoover, as long as they do the job I’m not that fussed.
Lindt shop Wembley
Chocolate though is a whole different topic. I love chocolate, but my go to brand has always been Lindt. I don’t think you can beat or replicate the taste of their offerings. I will actually go out of my way to purchase from their own shops. Some people prefer Cadbury chocolate, but to be honest if you go to any branch of Aldi and try their own brand fruit and nut bar you will be hooked. It actually has fruit within and that is something the Cadburys bar severely lacks.
So it’s Lindt chocolate for me. No contest.
And as for Coffee it can only be this bad boy.
Skull Crusher it does what it says on the bag
At work where we are fighting fatigue through long hours of working a 24hr Roster, you cannot beat this coffee. Too much and your heart rate is racing and you will be awake for the next millennium, just like a fine wine or good medicine it has to be taken in moderation. But by heck, does it make you alert. Just what you need, and that’s why we have a tea kitty that we all contribute to so we can keep a good stock of it at hand.
So no real fancy brand expense for me, as long as I have good Chocolate and good Coffee, then Dave’s a happy chap.
List the people you admire and look to for advice…
I guess we will all at some time look to a mixture of people for different kinds of advice.
Contentment
For emotional advice there is no one but my wife who I’d turn to in the first instance. I think for her, I’d fit that bill as well, heck, we’ve been together so long we sometimes know each other better than we know ourselves. She’s my confidante and I know anything we discuss stays totally between us. She’s just such an understanding and calm influence for me. I need that sometimes. Don’t misunderstand me, when she cracks she goes full loop de loop, and is known in the family as the Rottweiler, you just don’t cross her. And when this does rarely occur I’m the one that calms her. God, we were truly meant to be together to keep each other at peace. So far so good.
At work I’m in probably the best work team I have known in all my working days. We are always there for each other, there is always support for each other 24hrs a day, and when things get a bit too much, there is always a calming elder figure to talk to. I guess that is why it’s recognised in our organisation that our depot pretty much runs itself, with no issues and no need for guidance, we self manage and are a well oiled machine in all aspects. The guys I work with are just the most fantastic, supportive and caring bunch you could ever work with. And a combined fabulous sense of humour doesn’t go unnoticed.
Work
Outside of these two highlighted above, I look to some older and much wiser friends, elders of my life if you like for that additional advice, that advice that sometimes you just have to run past someone on the fringes of your group, to see if you are thinking it all out correctly, and addressing any issues logically.
I don’t really look to anyone else in my family group for advice, but saying that it is sometimes good to discuss approaches to issues with the younger members of the family to see their reactions and ways of dealing with similar issues. Sometimes they just seem to have a less tangled and somewhat easier approach to problem solving. Some times though they don’t.
So here I guess I am saying, that I can advise the younger generation from an experienced point of view, but at the same time I must be open to learning from them. It really is two way traffic.
Advice must be listened to and acted on, if we are to learn how to deal with a multitude of problems/ issues. Taking advice and not following through with it achieves noting and leaves you empty and confused. And that is where the “What ifs” arise. Good advice can definitely alleviate doubt.
This is going to be quite a short post. Do I vote? Yes I do.
And if apathy has gotten to you and you don’t vote, do you have the right to complain when it all goes wrong? You could have made the difference, but you just couldn’t be arsed, could you?
Many good people died on the way to ensure we all have a right to vote.
Do your duty for you and your fellow citizens, make your voice heard. Kick apathy into touch, then maybe we might not end up with so many half wits in positions of power.
Currently I’m in the west of London in the Sunbury on Thames area. I’ve brought my wife down to spend ten days with her friend as I’m about to embark on a long stint of night shifts. It will allow them to spend good time together. I shall be heading back to the East Midlands later today on my own.
Anyone who reads my posts will know that last year we spent a lot of time down here as her friend went through quite a bad episode of poor mental health. My wife assisted her through that, and helped put her on a care plan and arranged for her to have visits, so she could be checked on regularly to ensure she was receiving the necessary care and attention that she required.
I’m pleased to say all that worked out well, her friend has recovered and is back to her old self, confident and strong willed, you’d have thought nothing had happened. She has been weaned off her medications by the doctor, the welfare visits have ceased and it is so wonderful to see her back to her old self. We all need a little care and attention at times, and it certainly helps. And it’s good to have such a friend as my wife.
Azalea
And the above picture from her garden sums it all up for me. Last year there was none of this, the garden, though well kept lacked colour. This year it is so different and is ablaze with colour. This is what she is capable of, producing things of beauty just like this fantastic Azalea plant.
I’m lucky if my Azaleas get just a few flowers each year. She is so talented when it comes to gardening.
As I’ve always stated, never show envy, always turn that into appreciation and that’s what I have done here, she has such a talent, she is so capable and knowledgeable and I can only appreciate that I will be a better person, a better gardener by listening to the wisdom of those such as her.
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
For me, there are two places on this planet that I’d go to at the drop of a hat and those two places are southern Cyprus and Iceland.
The two features that both destinations give me are safety and a feeling of being welcomed. I feel safer in these two places than I do in my own home city, and that is quite sad and real in equal proportions.
Akamas peninsular- Cyprus
We’ve been going to Cyprus on a regular basis for pretty much 30yrs now. The sunrises and sunsets are amazing. We avoid the really touristy parts and situate ourselves on the west coast of the island in two areas pretty much untouched by all the madness of modern day tourism. We get on exceptionally well with the locals who have come to know us like “Neighbours “ as we are there that often. We have regularly thought of upping sticks and moving there, but something has always held us back. It is still an option to this day though. Friendlier locals you’d struggle to find anywhere, they are just so welcoming and friendly, and you feel safe to go anywhere and that is most important.
Skogafoss – Iceland
Now Iceland is a relatively new destination for us, we’ve been there three times now and number Four has already been booked. Horrendously expensive but don’t let that put you off, it is such a friendly, welcoming destination, it’s a “New” country that is constantly evolving due to its volcanic and seismic state. It is a fascinating island to witness nature at its most violent, and it is amazing to witness the locals just taking it all in their stride. There is no panic and madness, a calmer bunch of folk you’d struggle to find anywhere else in the world.
That’s it for me, my two favourite places. If I’m not at home you know where to find me.
Foxes Den 
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