ageing,boredom, frosty jack,and i think too much.it's an absolute quagmire.and it weighs,heavily.

i was going to have a dry weekend wasn't i.
i told yesterday,
how difficult it had been,
not getting my big green plastic bollie,
when i went to morrisons.
like leaving an old friend behind.
so sad.

well,
it has been too much to bear.
and i now have a big BLUE plastic bottle

FROSTY JACK.

come to daddy.
there,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
there,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
there.
better now.

but what's that say about me?

i'm bored you see.
and i don't know what to do about it.

i need stimulation,
mental stimulation that is.

i crave interesting conversation.
and that opens up a whole can o' worms.

for starters,
i have nothing interesting to say,and probably couldn't sustain a part in any interesting conversation for much more than thirty seconds.
but just to be a part of.......
a fly on the wall part,of interesting,thought-provoking,lively,stimulating, and interesting,discussion and/or debate.
y'know?

i'm bored,but i can't be bothered to do anything.
some company would be nice,but i can't stand people.
would have to be something,
or somebody,
quite,
well,
extraordinary in my case.

wich brings be nicely back.

to frosty jack.

i go to see my mother every day.
and we talk about family.
uncles,aunties,siblings.
my siblings.

i have a brother,and a sister,who are real "go getting types".
so successful,
and good luck to them.
but they.......
i hate the way that they speak to my mother.
they DO,
in their own ways,
make a contribution,
to her physical well-being,
but why can't they just,
be nice somtimes.
stay for an hour.
have a cup of tea,
and chat for a while?

so,
trying to come to terms,
live and cope with this,
and being me,
i analyse,
rationalise.
and have reached my conclusion.

good manners,consideration for others,compassion,etc.
like wealth,
it's all relative.

i AM,
like my mother,
very mild mannered,
"meek and mild".
and i hate it.
but there it is.

maybe,
my being older than my siblings,
me!
the elder.
some example eh?
they didn't have a chance did they.
influenced their being how they are.

but anyway,
compared to some,
you might consider them,
quite mild mannered.
oh my fuckin god.

i really DO,
think too much.
there isn't an answer.
the circle is totally un-squareabubble.
able life goes on.

i shall see.
i shall hear.
i shall bear witness.
it hurts.
and there's nothing i can do.


my life,
my world.

ps,
whatever you're doing today.
have a good one.
and be happy.
if you're betting,
i wish you every success.

that IS,
more than enough,

erix.