Sorry i’ve not been part of my own blog recently, I met a woman outside a pub who could smell snow rather than just being aware of and feeling the changes to the atmospheric pressure, more of a feeling rather than a smell; like the man I saw on telly years ago who could tell the temperature of water by dipping his nose in several different cups and revealing the temperature to 1/10 of a degree. Weird. I’d say this woman I met in the pub was taken up with the sudden short April heatwave we had and the bottle of prosecco she was drinking as was everyone and was swept up in the merry melee gathering and growing on the deceptively uncomfortable 2 plank benches we end up sitting on until the sun drops behind “The Old Smithy” (reference for those who know there) You can’t fucking smell snow before it comes, of which the opposite was her  claimed assumption. 

Yep, theres some special folk at my local thats for sure. 

I’ve also spent the last two weeks stuck in Gilead, trying to rewatch the handmaids tale ready to binge the final series full of all the knowledge and plot twists before forgetting it all afterwards but being aware that its a wretched bleak series when engaged in television chat at a party and desperately trying to recall anything more than a few  horrific moments, more of a feeling than a smell, see?  In this marvellous heatwave I took my paddleboard out to work with me, pretended I was working near to the Avon that day, pretended my phone ran out about half an hour before I set off down away from where I was meant to be, they can track us now, the bastards, they can’t organise redundancies and new  job titles without setting fire to the bin, but discipline and security they are really cracking down on; turns out theres a new document on the intranet telling us we are not allowed to take work equipment on holiday now… And I so wanted to take my Hi Viz Logo heavy orange bomber jacket to Akayaka this summer; Damn you mystery company whom I work for and have managed to keep secret all these years, one day I’ll get out of my own labourious employee Gilead and all will be revealed presuming my pension and redundancy (if offered again) are in place, safe and is enough for me to scoot off into the sunset without looking back over my shoulder as the ship sinks for good.

So thats what I’ve been unto, not taking many photos either, new phone with amazing camera and I can’t seem to see anything different with my eyes at present, it could be I don’t have the right prescription (One for the Neighbours fans). Night losers.