it's funny how the mind wanders,

was lying in bed,
earlier.
and found myself drifting back in time.

years ago,
when i was in my thirties,
and went out of town,
pubbing.

there's one place i used to go to,
not a million miles away from where i'm living now,
where,
if i didn't get home on the saturday night,
it would be a mid-morning bus-ride home on the sunday.
well,
anyway,
there would quite often ,
be this woman,
small,
lightly built,
pushing an old shopping trolley,
loaded with what appeared to be her whole life's worth,
in an assortment of carrier-bags.
she always smiled at me.
somebody commented one time,
"she likes you".

whatever.

there's more than just a hint of "down and out" about stickie.

everything about her,
and her dogs,
smacks of deprivation.
they seem,
old,
and tired.
that fuckin banging.
and i'm sure that a good meal wouldn't go a miss.

i often think to myself,
when she's out there,
in the rain,
and the snow,
and howling winds,
"haven't you got a home to go to".
maybe she hasn't.
i DO hope that that's not the case.

one morning she commented,
in passing,
about the weather,
and i replied,
"yeah,
get home.
and PUT that kettle on".
there was no response.
maybe there IS no home,
or kettle,
to PUT on.

why do i find myself in these situations?

where as society,
in general,
seems eager to revile,
and condemn "street-people",
and "pass the buck",
i really do feel for them.

i think about what if it was me.
MY future,
as with many others,
is far from certain.

i MIGHT remain employed long enough to pay off my mortgage.
and if i do,
what was set in place years ago,
might,
well,
probably WILL!
fall short of their targets.

and those thugs masquerading as carers,
don't people ever think to themseleves,
it could be me,
or MY mother/father/uncle etc.
one day.

and it cuts.

it really does.

have a nice juicers.

DO!

Do you realise Lardthing will inherit your home one day?

i really don't think that there will be a home to inherit.

IF i manage to pay off the mortgage,
it will be our retirement fund.
to realise,
rent a place,
and live off.

one hopes that that will suffice,
and maybe there'll be some left over when we're dead.

and who is to say that he will out live us?

erixter wrote:

and who is to say that he will out live us?

Nobby Cheese wrote:

erixter wrote:

and who is to say that he will out live us?

The clue is in the name "Lardthing"

You make my heart sing

NotBert wrote:You make my heart sing

NotBert wrote:You make my heart sing

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laaaarrrrdthing.

nah,
actually,
you wouldn't call him fat.

he's tall,
no bean-pole,
and quite a lump.

but i do think that being wired to a laptop 24/7,
and his complete inertia,
are only serving to store up problems for the future.

not that he ever HAD a future.