On Autumn
I love this time of year. I love the trees going bald.
Walking through piles of red, green and brown leaves, the peachy light of dusk and dawn, the memories of cycling to friends’ houses where we’d listen to music or play D&D in the cosy warm and dark bedrooms, back when the light from a solitary bulb was enough for everyone to be able to read.
The dark skies, cooling winds; cold enough to freeze my fingers gripping tightly to the handlebars.
The shorter days providing more reason to cluster together with friends indoors.
Jumpers, mohair, cotton, boots, big coats and spikey hair. Terrible goth music. (Tautological.)
Staring out from a classroom window at kids in their hooded coats running round the playground screaming in excitement despite the thick cloud above.
The build up to Christmas. The excitement.
A lot of people don’t like Autumn. I do.
Except today, when it's pissing down.
On the Wagon
7 weeks with zero alcohol. Watching what I eat too. The weight is falling off gradually, though not as quickly as I would like. Hopefully in a month’s time my clothes will be falling off, and in a sexy way.
Rather like not-smoking, not-drinking in this day and age is actually easier than ever. The non-alcoholic beers are on the whole very good. Guinness Zero and most alcohol-free lagers and pale ales are very good.
Electric Bear Unruly AF is my go-to in pubs.
Brooklyn Beers Special Effects is fantastic but the supermarché keeps running out.
So I don’t crave alcohol - turns out it’s more of a habit, like eating sugar or shaving cats.
Which is a relief.
Mmn. Déja vu.
As of writing this I am still 12st 6lbs, or 79Kgs. At my fittest and strongest (at 27) I was 10st 8lbs or 67kgs.
I wish this flab would fall off.
It disgusts me.
Intentions
I had intended this year to possibly visit the US, as I have never been but always wanted to go.
But with the current regime checking people’s social media as they enter, I would be ejected immediately, like sweetcorn from my arsehole.
Chillin’ with Tomos
Nerys has a new job in Bristol which means Tomos needs lovin’. So after I’ve walked him he comes back to the house with me.
He's an excellent driver.
Mum and Dad love having him as he is so funny and loves snuggling.
We never had dogs or pets when we were growing up as they were both working and… well, there’s always a reason NOT to do something, right?
It turns out not only is he a lovely boi, he is a great therapy dog.
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Piss-fizzingly BAD
People using Deep Heat in a cafe - actually happening as I type…
People having loud, self-important conversations on their phone with the speaker on.
Auto-correct - if I want to spell something wrong I fuckin' well will.
Grammar-check - I'll write shit how I want innit??
Dumb people - read, read and read! If you don't even have any benchmarks with which to process received information how can we have a reasoned conversation?
Leaf blowers - should be shoved the operative's arse and left on full blast. Scum. Noise pulsing in my eardrums no matter what I do. Close windows, go to another part of the house with my XM4s on - no difference. Noisy pulsing shit, blowing the heavy metals and other carcinogens from the road into my airspace. Should be banned forever. Bring back the grass rake and the broom.
People who start sentences with "First and foremost..."
People who are rude to waiting staff just because they can be.
People who are noisy in cafes.
People who shake their heads at me in Tescos car park when it is THEY who are in the WRONG.
Yes. You know who you are old woman.
You know who you are.