R's rue

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 h...

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...

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...

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