Is my life one long möbius band turning in on itself and repeating all over again? About this time every year I’m probably sick and tired of the fucking weather, its too wet and clearing up the dog shit from the lawn is a lengthy process; gladly since moving here I can flick it into the ploughed field behind me, semi permanent rivulets piercing the ridge and furrow and travelling perpendicular down to the deep ditch at the bottom of the field, Beeny shit being responsible, in part, for the fine crops we see come the spring time, the purple of flax peppered with a brown hue. This year has so far been a shocker with redundancy threats, tiles flying off Mum’s roof threatening passers by, a real Russian roulette every time someone walks their dog past her house, not a thing I can do either, the roofer refuses to go up a ladder to take a few tiles away, fortunately I’ll be grabbing Dad’s old golf ball retriever, extending it to 11 and leaning out of the top window to persuade a gutter caught tile to crash down to the pavement, its spiritual home and then maybe the house will finally sell. I think there’s an uphill battle ahead of us.

This morning whilst shuffling towards the shower on a wet towel on a wet floor I fell forwards, hurt my shoulder a bit and wrecked the shower trap, fortunately theres a spare room I can steal another from. I didn’t have a fall, I fell, the difference between 73 and 53, but only marginally, and I fell over a massive felled tree before Christmas and bruised my thigh, I’ll be keeping a tally on these mishaps, if it continues cover me in jam and roll me down a hill and I can convalesce in a  surgery sick bed, the break would do me good. I need a holiday, which fortunately myself and Mrs T are going to enjoy in less than a month; a midweek break to Krakow, very much looking forward to the bars, the salt mine, the socialist Utopia Nowa Huta and ultimately Auchwitz, which i’m honestly not looking forward to but then who does, its an essential education. I heard someone went there recently and heard some tourists complaining about the lack of proper French fries. 

The dirty sex pond is back up, cleaned, reinflated and  hovering around the 9’c mark as we speak, anticipating stretching out on my stretched arse in the stretched bottom of the tub, sipping a deep red watching the rain tumble over the bleak late winter landscape. Sorry if my posts are dismal recently, but the headfuck of debating wether to decide to jump ship from a legacy company with a legacy software system and a cohort of legacy workers and then being told I could be pushed has taken its toll. This time it’s not booze or going out too much, being increasingly fragile is turning into a habit and only the sun can save me now. These fucking winters.

Anyway, anything insane happening in America recently?