Blognaling


Some people don’t get that Going Gently is a journal as well as being a blog.  
A Jourog or Blognal 
Call it what you wish.
As a journal I often share personal feelings and thoughts predominantly ( but not always) about my own life. Something that often elicits comments of support and sympathy but also of advice and criticism. 
This, is perhaps to be expected I guess, even if questions are seldom put out for the audience to give their thruppenny bits at.

What most people don’t get is that Blognals are cathartic  pieces really. They are there purely to process feelings and thoughts and events and are not really there to illicit comments
This is certainly true when it comes to sympathy
As it may seem to some that blogging is really about.
Attention seeking.

Now I’m going to shoot myself in the foot here , as of course blognaling is all about attention seeking. But it really is about attention seeking in the right way. 
I don’t want to hear that I’m a lovely person, or a saint or fucking Mother Theresa without the tea towel but I do like to hear that I’ve written something interesting , or well , or which has moved someone or made them laugh. 

I want one without the other 
And that isn’t how the internet works.
I get that.
I know of bloggers who are more economical with self disclosure for the very reasons I’ve outlined above.
Others have always been careful with what they post.
I am not. If I feel it, or I need to process it, I write it and obviously do from one perspective
Who knows if there is a right or wrong way of doing things.

The internet allows for people to react to the written word in a way that they would never do to anyone’s spoken ones.
It also allows people to withhold sympathy (when it is perhaps needed) in the perception that you’ve had too much on line…..this is intriguing, as it would never happen in real life 

…..but that, as they say, is another story




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Goole

On Tuesday, after leaving Simon in the hospital, I travelled homeward via the M62 and M18 motorways. Feeling thirsty and hungry, I decided to break the journey with a detour into a town called Goole.
It sits by The River Ouse and is an inland port for moderately sized shipping. The flat surrounding landscape ensures that Goole can be seen long before you reach it. The town's most prominent landmarks are two water towers that sit side by side. The brick tower on the left was erected in 1885 and the larger tower on the right was constructed in 1927. Locally, they are known affectionately as "the salt and pepper pots".

I parked Clint near the town's most significant church - St John's  and then wandered into the forlorn pedestrianised high street. I found a cafe that was open - "Razzers" - just off that high street and there I ordered a mug of tea with a very late lunch - sausages, chips (American: fries), a fried egg and some baked beans.

I noticed several mobility scooter riders  and cigarette smokers passing by.  From my experience, such sights are indicators of poverty. Goole has certainly seen better days. Below, you can see the clock tower roundabout and Goole Market Hall. The town council has made some effort to beautify the place with flowers.

My older brother Robin was born in Goole in 1951 and it's where Tasker Dunham. author of "A Yorkshire Memoir", went to school many years ago - just before Noah built The Ark.
The latest on Simon is that he has had a feeding tube fitted via his nose  and earlier today he panicked when an attempt was made to insert a second endoscopic tube. Maybe they'll try again tomorrow but they are pushing the instrument down an inflamed gullet swollen with cancer at the point where it enters the stomach. No wonder he panicked. It was awful the first time.


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Froth On Your Hot Chocolate

Velvet voiced Linda had told me there was a woodpecker present in the trees around the village pond last week but I only got to hear him hammer today. 
I think my early morning dawn chorus sojourn has turned me into everything birds 

I’m on nights until Monday morning. 
And so we all went to bed for an hour at 1pm and wasted the afternoon by sleeping in until 5.30. 
I cooked a prawn stir fry and walked the girls 
And I’m writing this , in my uniform , coffee in hand.

The nice bit of the day has been a trio of communications .
A friend’s carefully written and honest email; a message from a faraway friend suggesting lunch and a kind mega early birthday card with a gift of a crisp ten pound note in it.

Contacts from friends are always nice but when you are single they can be the real froth on your hot chocolate so to speak.

Flintshire county council sent me a 150 £ rebate too, to help with my fuel bills 

That was a nice gesture too

I can hear the woodpecker again, as I get ready to leave.






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Questions

 What are you making?

What is your favorite easy healthy meal to make?

What are you reading?

What is on your heart?



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