Close My Door

3 days 3 blogs not the best but at least I'm blogging, I did indeed write yesterday around about 11000 words all of which I hated and yes you guessed it I........very nearly deleted it all but I hope I have learnt my lesson and it sits there smirking at me daring me to go ahead punk, we wait with baited breath I like what I wrote but I believe it to be a tad flowery!

While I sat typing the wife was a poorly camper and I had to be a,little more attentive than a normal Saturday football was still on in the background but the wife cut a sickly poorly baby figure, I have to admit I quite like her when she's like that because she's not as aggressive (much) but she is full of piss and vinegar when she gets better ah well swings and roundabouts, we chilled and generally had a normal life, we hit the sack and hopefully a good nights sleep would be the cure all for her!

This actually wasn't going to be the case as always I was out like a light but the wife tossed and turned till the wee hours of the morning and when the wee hours of the morning arrived I was up with our elderly dog barking every twenty minutes to be out (I'm sure alzheimers has set in for him as he goes out but he's not sure every time what for) so I didn't get the lie in that I had craved so I headed downstairs to tackle the work that I had avoided the day before and soon had my nose to the grindstone and other than the dog wanting out that's all I did for a few hours, the wife surfaced I made her breakfast and then I got ready to go to work, yes you read that right Sunday and I was going to work I realised that I was turning into the type of person I didn't care much for work work work no time for anything else I know money is always tight but I could only claim the time back I wasn't getting paid for it time to suck it up and just crack on with it!

I set off for the delights of public transport and then realised that their was a home football match in Newcastle so the potential of louts (oooh sorry I meant supporters) was high but thankfully other than heavy traffic with road works along the route it wasn't too bad groups of girls going shopping and young teenage boys giggling at the girls (damn was I that geeky) I wandered through the centre to my new office and caused panic when people saw me (they all think I'm there to do a drill) but I just let them think what they need to as I had too many other things to do! Again all I did was stick my head down and got on with it our holiday cannot come quick enough I know that I'm the one driving my schedule and it's something that I feel the need to do but come April I will be travelling at a more serene pace I know my job and my work load is going to increase in April however it will be with a great much wider time scale for everything to be done and with some assistance which I go to work to fight my corner for who and what I need in the morning!

After what seemed like a nanosecond I realised that this week would be The Boo Hoo club and that I would again have to join the great unwashed for the return journey and so I wandered back to the bus station I was even sadder that I had indeed gone to work the old me would have kicked me fair and square in the seat of the pants, as I joined our little band of travellers I soon realised that I was again going to be people watching because tonight ladies and gentlemen the bus was full of freaks.

The big fat bald guy (no not me) with the seventies porn moustache who everybody knows is a freak of the highest order the yuppie couple who really don't belong and sit with a look on their face that shows that this really isn't their world, even more so when the bloke puts on his hand cream to stop his hands getting chapped (WTF) the young mother with her kid who was screeching his little lungs out and she took it in her stride with a crowded bus and calmed him down, the football fans who had missed their intended bus home and had stayed for the extra pint and were paying the price for it now dozing in the darkness and not sure which was their stop, the young couple (aaah young love) who could have sat in separate seats but were glued to each other in a romantic couldn't take their eyes of each other kind of way, the young lad who gave his seat up to a grumpy old git who didn't say thank you (again no not me) the bus was just so full of character mainly good intentioned and we arrived at our destination without any of the strangeness that can occur on public transport and I headed across the road to a slightly better wife who had me a lovely meal for coming in to, so as I close my door on the end of a quiet weekend and sit here filling my iPod ready for the coming storm I know what I have to do and as I have said before a good holiday with great company is the order of the day I know that there is a shit load of crap coming our way after the holiday but I don't care I'm still counting down the minutes  the world will keep spinning no matter what until then Toodles!