On Writing

Hi there drainers. Glad you could make it.

I've switched from typing this on my iPad to using a laptop. At least, until I get the iPad back. It's gone on a little holiday. Someone from work has borrowed it.

Oddly, words flow better when you're using a tactile keyboard. Go figure.

I've been mainly cooking today. Well, at least, that's how it felt. Cooking and washing up. And working, but just ignore that last one.

After all the cooking I went round to Nina's to begin the organisation of the very exciting event we're due to host at the Artist's Hangout this February.

You see, we're doing a writing workshop. It's a first for the Hangout; there's been visual art and performance art but not really any creative writing. So it's all a bit new and exciting.

I'm going to be doing more writing tomorrow - I'm on holiday from work - and I'll try to make tomorrow's post a really absorbing read. But tomorrow's writing will be mostly about the plan for the workshop event and the associated website blurb.

They say writing's like a muscle. The more you exercise it, the stronger it becomes. Using that analogy, my writing muscle needs to pull its finger out and get down the gym more often. It needs to stop sitting in front of the TV, get up off its arse and make itself useful for a change. And while its at it, it couldn't hurt to put the washer on a few times a week or help with the recycling. And will it put its bloody guitar away - it'll only go blaming everybody else when it gets damaged because it was left on the sofa and somebody sat on it.

Erm... Got carried away a bit there. Took the metaphor a bit too far and got lost in a world of messy teenagers.

Like you do.

Anyway, fun as this is, I should go.

Hugs n stuff.

Him and Her in Harmony

Very little to post tonight. I've taken up all the precious writing time with equally precious singing time.

Me and wifey have been practicing the song ready for the One Billion Rising event on Thursday in Manchester. Cherie sounded really good.

Sorry, got to go. The cat's throwing up.

I didn't think we were that bad.

Location:Home

A Story. Part One.

The dawn sky is lightening in the east; pale lilac fading into a gentle orange glow over the grey blue Pyrenees mountains on the horizon. Lazy wisps of mist rise from the verdant carpet of forest and disperse in the clear morning air.

Imagine we are looking through the sharp eyes of a hawk as it hovers on high. We are searching for a tasty breakfast in the patches of rock and deep red brown soil that are scattered here and there amongst the trees. We hold still in the cool, fragrant air, keenly watching for movement in the scrub below. Swifts and house martins scoot above the tree line, but they are too quick for this hungry hawk. After a while, with no sign of rabbit or mouse, we move on.

Lazily we soar, gliding over the acres of lush Occitan woodland. We can see the sun rising behind the mountain silhouettes.

Coming nearer is a large clearing among the trees from which radiates a jumble of tracks and paths winding into the forest. In the clearing we can see a serene medieval village. There are squat straw-coloured buildings with tiled terracotta roofs surrounding a high square tower with a bronze bell hanging within it. We approach the little town following one of the rutted tracks which is riddled with puddles of muddy water from recent rains that briefly reflect the sky as we pass.

The air is not as fresh now, there are scents of man; woodsmoke, cooking and a tang of hot metal. We are so close now that we can hear the ting-ting sound of a blacksmith's hammer echoing through the quiet streets.

The trees fall behind us and we are over the first buildings. The air feels slightly warmer here as it rises from the sun baked tiles below. We are pushed upward on a lazy thermal.

The town is criss-crossed with tight cobbled streets. The stone houses jostle together; their red roofs almost touching; their fronts adorned with flowering hanging baskets or clad in clinging ivy. Most of the buildings have brightly coloured shutters covering the windows and doors waiting to be opened when the sleeping townsfolk wake.

We fly above a wide street and follow it with the tower straight ahead of us. The cobbles are bordered on either side by lines of shady olive trees. A row of ornate troughs sprouting colourful flowers and fragrant lavender runs down the middle. We see a stocky bearded man turn onto the main street carrying two pots of lumpy vegetables chained to a yoke over his shoulders. From his simple clothes we can see that he is a farmer or a labourer.

The street in front of us widens into a great open square with the tower at its centre. The man is trudging towards a market set with wooden stalls with all manner of fruit and bread and meat. The stall holders have set them out early ready for a morning of business before the hot Meditteranean afternoon.

We pass over the market towards the bell tower in the central square, flying low enough to see that the bronze bell has been dulled by years of weathering. It has a date engraved upon it, 1036. The tower is not part of a church as you might expect, but is connected to a wide building with a jutting wrought iron balcony which could be the town hall. The building's main door is painted the colour of lavender and stands open.

Waiting on the cobbles a few paces from the door are two black stallions. The early morning sunlight gleams from their well groomed coats. They have ornate leather saddles with bright brass buckles and studs. One is drinking from a stone trough at the roadside. It must be thirsty after the long ride through the night. The horses have brought strange visitors from out of town. The riders must be inside the town hall with the local officials.

We glide over the street towards the sun, now fully risen.

Behind us, the dull bell tolls, a deep mournful sound. Our hawk is startled and reels noisily in alarm. In that brief moment we catch another glimpse of the horses behind us. One is still drinking but the other is rearing up in surprise.

Our hawk swoops lower, gaining speed. We are almost touching the leaves of the trees lining the street as we race past.

The bell tolls and tolls again. Ragged people begin sleepily opening their shutters and peering out towards the sound. We hear shouts from behind us and somewhere a woken baby wails. A shopkeeper with a huge moustache drops the wicker basket of lettuces he was carrying and begins to run up the street towards the square. The metallic hammering abruptly stops.

The gloomy tolling continues and there are more shouts. A woman shrieks, a high pitched, piercing sound not unlike that of our hawk. The locals are coming out of their houses onto the streets. We can see their dazed expressions and hear them murmur worried questions.

We are approaching the other side of the town now. There are fewer buildings on the street below and more trees on either side. The cobbles begin to merge into a muddy lane and we see a small donkey pulling a cart of melons led by a shabby young boy. He has a half eaten slice of melon in one sticky hand and the weathered rope that serves as the donkey's harness in the other.

We glance back and can see a woman running down the cobbles towards the donkey boy. She is wearing a lacy pinafore and has her hair in a pale red scarf. Behind her the crowds of people are slowly shambling their way to the centre of town.

Our hawk glides on, carrying us once more over the lush forest and away from the haunting sound of the town bell.

The riders have brought news and it warns of doom.

Location:Imaginary Brain Pictures.

Chinese New Year, Indian food and London fog.

It's been wonderful today. We went to Manchester to witness the Chinese New Year celebrations. It's something I've wanted to do for years, but it's never been a priority.

I think you know what I mean by that. We plan to go, but then other things come up. Other things that seem more important. Small things; family things.

So it was a real success to actually get there and watch the celebrations. I was there with Cherie and Nina.

It was raining and cold. But that did not dampen the spirits of the street vendors with their tasty smelling noodles. It didn't affect the colourful smiling performers dancing, singing and mock fighting. It didn't put out the noisy fire crackers or stop the acrid smell of the gunpowder smoke. The traditional Chinese dragon and lion still marched to the metal beat of cymbals, gongs and drums.

The weather did, however, chill us to the point where we needed to find somewhere warm. Somewhere indoors.

And we found Oklahoma. After the dragon, this was the most memorable part of the day for me. Oklahoma is a little cafe/shop just opposite the Buddhist Centre on Turner Street.

It was a place of character and charm serving hot drinks that were uniquely different to those served by the corporate money grabbers like Starbucks or Cafe Nero.

Nina had a drink called London Frog. Sorry, fog. Cherie had camomile tea. And I had hot apple juice - with cinnamon and cloves.

We went in cold and came out fulfilled. I'll be going back.

We tramped back to the car and drove to Rusholme. We'd arranged to meet Ian Longstaff in Shere Khan. Three of us had fish curry in various sauces and Cherie had a cauliflower and spinach dish made to her request. Cars bustled noisily through the snow on the garishly lit street outside.

The bill paid, Nina and Ian went on to an evening of music; one of Ian's friends was performing. Cherie and I left for home.

We drove contentedly along snowy motorways.

Thank you all for a wonderful day. Having met such wonderful people through the wild swimmers, my faith in humanity has been restored. It makes me happy to know that there are others in the world who genuinely want to, as Bill and Ted would say, "be excellent to each other".

Location:Home. Sofa, actually

Happy

Hello happy people. Nice to see you again.

I really hope you've had a good day. And if you haven't, I'm sure whatever it is will be alright in the end.

It's been fun today. I've met Eddie the author. I read for him. I lead evening Gongyo for the chapter. On the whole, I'm fairly happy with myself.

I'm sitting on the sofa with William and Cherie watching the last ever episode of Lost. We said we'd watch all the episodes and it's been quite an ordeal. Series 1 was brilliant. Series 6 is, well, appalling.

But I have to watch to the end. You know how it is.

I'm waiting for the oven timer to sound. Our tea will be ready. I have not eaten all day. This make me sad.

And grumpy.

I'm sure I'll be fine after I've tucked into my grub.

Off to Manchester tomorrow for the Chinese New Year. Something I've always wanted to see.

I'll let you know how that goes.

See you later, happy people.

Location:Home

Lazy, lazy bones

I keep having to blog in bed. Not good enough. I'm leaving it until the last thing before sleep takes me.

Which doesn't give me much time, does it.

Yawn. I'm really tired.

Bye.

Location:Home

The Man with the Golden Gun

Getting into this steam punk thing. My goggles are coming on. I need to get some bits this weekend and then they'll be all finished. Will I post a picture of them or wait until the day?

What do you think?

People have been talking about modifying nerf guns into Victoriana weapons. I've seen pictures of people doing this on the Internet and it looks cool. But I promised I would stay clear of all weaponry and my steam punk character would be all peace and happiness. Make love not war, man.

However, the five year old child inside me won in the long run and I have now made a pistol. And it's way cool. Very Jules Verne, I think.

On another note, I read a book recently called The Buddha, Geoff and Me. I really enjoyed it. (I didn't actually read it though - I listened to the audio book. What a cheat!). It's written by a guy called Eddie who also writes for TV.

He's coming up to Oswaldtwistle this weekend and I've been asked be the reader for his presentation. I am really excited. And challenged.

As a youth, I was regularly asked to act/perform/present etc in front of an audience and never really had a problem. School debating team, head boy, every school panto, technical presentations etc. In later life, I've found this to be much MUCH more of a challenge.

But one that I really love. I get such a buzz when it all goes right.

So thank you Eddie for the opportunity and see you all on Saturday!

And if it turns out well, I might post a picture of my pistol.

Location:Home

East is East

Cherie shouldn't dig holes in the east, apparently. It's in her Chinese horoscope. They're very specific, aren't they?

Wonder what mine says...

I've been a busy boy today. Went to work to plug memory leaks. Like you do. Took William to his guitar lesson. Did a bit of shopping. Did some more work on my steam punk goggles. Really awesome, by the way. Fitted a shower, including wall mount for head and shower curtain. Tidied up.

Oh, and if you're wondering about the horoscope, apparently the year of the snake will be very rewarding for me.

Oooooh!

Location:Home

Piece One

I'm being lazy. I'm not going to write anything new this evening. Well, apart from this bit telling you about it. No, I'm going to post something I have written and the past. And maybe another at a later date.

I wrote this in a five minute span at a writers workshop. We had to pick a piece of art from a book. Mine turned out to be a dark corridor with a single chair against a wall.

It's not great, but I thought I'd post it anyway. Just for practice.

Here goes...

The headmaster's office is a scary place thought Francis, sitting in the corridor. He was looking at his shoes moodily and swinging his legs back and forth.

He always managed to get into trouble on sunny days. Outside it was warm and clear but in the stillness of the corridor there was an icy chill.

He could see the others from his form playing in the yard through the window. Their excited shouts and giggles echoed down the gloomy corridor.

It wasn't even his fault. It had been Thomas whispering at the back of the classroom.

Stupid idiot, he thought, darkly.

A door creaked open somewhere. Francis looked in the direction of the sound but only saw dark moving shadows. Whoever had opened the door left the room noisily, letting it bang shut before clip clopping away to some unseen part of the old school.

How long was he going to have to wait? He checked the dusty yellowing wall clock. He'd only been here ten minutes. It felt much longer.

As he stared idly down the corridor into the murk, he became aware of a darkening of the light. Maybe a cloud had blotted the sun or maybe someone was just standing in front of one of the windows.

But was that it? Something told him it was not.

Location:Home

When is a Monday not a Monday

Mondays. The Boomtown Rats were right.

But, I thought, we make our life our own, so I should do something to transform the day.

So I did. I got busy.

Morning alarm went off. Got up with a particularly excellent start to the day.

Work was meh as usual these days.

Got home. Mopped the floor.

Like you do.

Went to visit someone I've not seen in ages. Good times.

Snow. Lightening.

Made the basis for my epic steam punk costume. Tried it on.

Looking dapper.

Wrote this. And next I'll read my new book about artificial lifeforms until I zone out.

Monday, sorted.

Note to self. Stop writing boring shite about your day and write a story.

Point taken.

Location:Home

Positivity

It's been one of those days. Things have just fallen into place against all the odds. I didn't expect that to happen.

You know what it's like when the small things come together to make big problems. Each thing on its own might not be anything to worry about, but when they gang up on you they are a formidable force for disaster.

I feel that today could have been like that. Lots of small to medium annoyances that could have put quite a dampener on our weekend when taken all together.

But somehow, they didn't. Somehow the problems weren't, well, a problem.

I just smiled my way through.

Maybe problems are just defenceless when faced with a grinning man. Some would have said grinning idiot if they'd seen me today.

So, like the ubiquitous and highly annoying phrase goes; keep calm and carry on.

And I did. And it worked.

For those who are interested, here's what happened. For those who aren't, you can skip to the end. I won't mind and you won't miss much.

You see, I had a flat tyre.

In Whitby. On a Sunday.

Nothing open for miles. Had to fit the spare in the cold wind. Then find where to go for repair. Scarborough. Packed, set off.

Kwik-fit only.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Mechanic sucking in his cheeks. Not cheap. Not quick. Had to be home for wonderful birthday party. We were taking the chilli. Time ticking. Need to be on the M62 by now.

It's done. How much? HOW MUCH? Ch-ching.

On the road, some singing. Sorry.

Cherie wants to sleep in the car; can't. Roadworks on M62. They've closed a lane - but why? Miles and miles of slow for no reason at all. A cone invasion.

Arrived at party. Oh my god, we're early? To the shop - extra party supplies required. Quick under the table art deal before I go. Nudge nudge etc etc.

Back to party. Beer explosion in boot. Mmmm beer... People. Chat. Playful hugs. Laughing and eating. Great plans afoot. Empowering
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Home. So much done with so little stress. How?

So my lesson for today is that when faced with adversity, it's not the problems themselves that cause a person to feel unhappy. It's all about your perspective and how you approach them.

My lesson for tomorrow will be to remember that.

Location:Oswaldtwistle

Hearts and Fish

We're in Whitby. Beautiful.

I'm going to make this a quick post. From my bed.

You see, there's something exciting I have to tell you. I think you'll like it.

I've been blogging here off and on for quite a while. But you may have noticed, that recently there's far more off than on.

I have been inspired by a few things and I'm going to write a short piece everyday. Make it like a bit of a ritual.

That's fairly exciting, isn't it?

Back to Whitby. I am lying here typing noisily on my iPad. Cherie is next to me on hers. Techno couple. She's eating an apple.

It's 7am.

We had a sunny and windswept day yesterday. On many levels. The sun came out for both of us and the wind whisked our cobwebs away. A tornado of events swirled us through the sights, flavours and hospitality of Whitby.

We felt like it was our third first date.

We ate lobster. We drank wine and real ale. And coffee.

We danced. We laughed. We made promises for the future.

I like smiling, me.

Location:Bagdale,Whitby,United Kingdom

Dad jokes

Ok. This isn't a real blog entry but a place to store jokes for grandad Alan's joke book. Just add your joke as a comment in the comments section.

Anniversary

Hi Drainers! It's good to see you again. What are we all up to?

I'm sitting at the front of Tesco in Accrington holding the dog with my new cubasa. Cherie is inside buying something for Nathaniel to have for his tea. Because we're going out.

It's our wedding anniversary you see. 6 amazing years.

We're eating at Sapporo Teppenyaki in Manchester tonight. I have a feeling it will be quite an experience!

Why have I got a new cubasa you ask. It was an unusual gift from Cherie. Quirky. Apparently this is our 'iron' anniversary. And the cubasa is, well, a bit irony. (not the sarcastic kind, you understand).

I haven't got Cherie anything, but I'm sorting the meal. Sushi has iron in it.

Probably.

- Posted from my iPhone

Location:Eastgate,Accrington,United Kingdom

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Well, hello again! Good to see you.

It’s always a pleasure to have you come to visit. But I’m slightly embarrassed to say that I haven’t written much in a while; so there’s not a lot for you to read, my friend.

But as you’re here, I’ll make a special effort, like when your gran makes those special buns you love because you’ve unexpectedly shown up at her front door.

So. What to write? Let’s start with a catch up, I suppose. That might take a while because I’ve been busy.

I’ve been really busy… [cue Scooby Doo flashback]

Remember the last time you came? The one where I’d just written the rant to Greenpeace? I got a response. It was emailed to me. The person who wrote it was not appreciative of my comments. They didn’t explain why they thought that their policy was appropriate in all regards but rather steamrolled over my comments with a ‘we’re just right’ attitude. I had tried to make my post as constructive as I could; but the response was just neg-a-tive. My wife read it and added that she was surprised it was so ‘unprofessional for a worldwide organisation’. Even the language the writer used was childlike. Maybe they think I am a child. With the next letter, I’ll add my age.

From Ashley (aged 41 and three quarters)

I’ve been chanting. Yep, the whole SGI Buddhism thing. It’s been an eye opener. I am a different person. No, really; let me explain.

Chanting started for me not as anything mystical or supernatural (it’s still not as a matter of fact) but as a way to help mould my mind into what I needed it to be. I wanted to concentrate on promoting positivity in my personality and banishing any destructive traits. A daily chant would help me to remember this each day and focus on achieving it. Out with the bad air, in with the good.

It was a logical choice to be a better person. Someone told me then that my life would expand so that I’d be going to bed wondering how much I’d managed to fit in that day.

And if chanting wasn’t for me, I can always stop.

Months later, I’m still at it. My life truly has expanded. My personality has changed. I am doing new things I would not have imagined before. And the logical choice to chant is not about logic anymore. It’s made me different and I don’t know why.

I have great new friends who help me and whom I have helped. I am more tolerant (less grumpy) and happier. I have new ideas and the power of will to act on them.

It has helped me to lose weight and get fit. I now wear contact lenses and not glasses. I am more confident at work. I have started a creative writing course. I am more in contact with my children. I have learned how to help others in need (a hands-on approach).

Buddhism has changed my personality. Changing my personality is changing my life. Nothing supernatural, just self empowering.

Like I said, I’ve been busy.

Groanpeace

Saving the planet is a noble cause. But I don’t know why Greenpeace thinks their latest campaign against Facebook will achieve this. I’ll explain why in a minute, but first, I think you need a bit of background about my thoughts.

I strongly feel that green issues should be highlighted to everyone and we should all be striving for a future with clean, renewable and safe energy being sourced with a carbon footprint no bigger than the palm of an amoeba giving a high five. New technology is paramount to achieving this but so are economic, political and sociological factors.

Each of us can do our part; in small ways and not-so small ways. But we must remember that we all cannot change overnight. By that, I’m not saying that we don’t want to change, rather that preparations may be needed first.

Here’s a couple of examples. First, a personal one.

I cycle to work. This has many benefits, like, I get fitter. I can feel that little bit more at one with the world; feeling the breeze on my skin and watching the beautiful Lancashire countryside roll by as I pedal along the canal towpath. Of course, by doing this, I am not using fossil fuels during my commute.

But I can’t do this every day. One reason is that I’m not that fit yet! I will be one day. Another reason is that it’s too bloody cold and dark during the winter months.

Before I could start proper, I had to invest in parts for my bike. My employer had to look into extra facilities (bike rack, shower, changing rooms, locker etc.).

Eventually, the cycling began. Initially, it was just me. A lone green warrior fighting for what I believed in. Some of my colleagues thought I was a weirdo. Some of them still can’t understand why a man in my position doesn’t have a fancy car and ride in luxury to work each day. They scoff, and somehow feel superior.

Yet, soon after, others began. The company promoted the government cycle scheme. By autumn last year, there were probably eight people out of the fifty or so employees who were cycling each day.

That’s one way I have found to convert people to a greener way of living. Show others the way by doing it yourself.

Another example for you. The company that I work for creates electronics and software for supplying fuel for fleets of vehicles. I am now the Development Manager, actively figuring out the best way that our systems meet people’s fuelling needs. In the past, our software was based around stopping fuel theft by controlling who can take it.

But this is changing. The equipment is becoming more and more focussed on driving down the usage of fuel (and hence the environmental impact). We are creating systems that link to government initiatives to reward the companies that are environmentally responsible and help those that are not. We produce systems which can isolate individual drivers that are not behaving as frugally as others so that a company can target training requirements.

Our latest creation is still in the development pipeline. When it is ready, it will be available for all to use. That means you, too. It will be able to help you drive your own fuel costs down by comparing your average MPG to others with same vehicle model.

In short, when it comes to green issues, we are working on it. Everyone, is working on it.

Including Facebook.

They have just revealed the results of a project they started about 12 months ago to reduce the power required to run their servers by up to 38% (and hence reduce their costs). That’s good.

But they go further. Rather than sitting on this new technology, they are opening it to the world. If they had kept it to themselves then they could have run their servers with an operational cost advantage over their competitors. But, they are willing to share. That’s not just good, that’s great!

My beef with Greenpeace is that they are the only campaign group that do NOT applaud this. Instead, they have created a cause called ‘Unfriend Coal’ (ironically, on Facebook) which is slating Facebook for still using coal derived power sources.

Since when has chastising those who do right been a way of getting others to follow? Facebook have started down the greener path and all Greenpeace do is groan about it.

All this will do is turn people against green issues. They will stop listening to those who constantly moan. The approach of mumbling ‘this is not good enough’ is wrong. It makes people think that Greenpeace are not focussing on the goal of an environmentally responsible future, but rather are just moaning for the sake of it.

It’s always easy to protest. The hard bit is actually doing it. We should be positive to those who have done the right thing and help those who have not.

My wife spoke to me about this earlier. She thought it was a great idea to start a campaign to get Facebook to be greener. I agree, on the face of it. But when I showed her the back story, she thought again.

This just puts Greenpeace and other organisations into a bad light. Whoever thought of this within Greenpeace has some questions to answer.

Springing Forward

The time has changed; the clocks went forward an hour last night. That’s great because it means we’re running in BST.

Yes, folks, that’s British Summer Time!

Summer. The one with the warm sunny days. With the lazy walks in hazy meadows. With the rushing waves on hot sandy beaches.

I like this time of year. We’ve had a small taste of it this past week with temperatures topping 17C and bright sunshine from dreamy blue skies.

There are still pessimists who view putting the clocks forward as losing an hour of sleep. I think of it as gaining a season of smiling faces.

We’re springing forward with the clocks; springing into tomorrow, which is the start of the rest of your life and a great time for positive change.

Oh yes, BTW, I’ve lost two stones now! Woo hoo!

Getting Thinner

I’ve lost weight. Don’t worry, it was expecting to. I’m on a diet you see. WeightWatchers. When I started it seemed to be rubbish. I didn’t think it would work.

But it did. I’ve lost 1 stone and 5 pounds in three weeks. Not bad, eh? I’m not so fat now! My clothes fit better and everything.

Watch this space as I gradually fade away.

Badong

An old friend once said to me,

“Don’t do that. It is bad. It is wrong. It is bad and wrong. It is badong.”

And he was right.

He was a wise one was old friend. An all knowing guru of all things, including the “Great Circle of Stuff”.

Oh no, sorry. That was a movie. (Kung Pow if you’re interested).

Anyhoo. Today is badong. Monday. Work. Again.

Badong.

I’m Back

And I am. Hello!

I’ve not written for a while, and for that I am truly sorry. May I flagellate myself soundly and strikest out mine eyes with ye red hotte poker.

Sorry, I went all Spanish Inquisition for a while there. But now I’m back.

I mean, again. Back again.

Sitting here, talking with you, my friend. So tell me, what have you been up to these past six months? Did you have a nice Christmas? Lots of turkey? How was New Year?

I made resolutions; maybe next time I’ll post them for the world (well, you) to read. But for now, I’ll just say that there’s a lot and many won’t be easy. There’s some more that have crept in since New Year too. And I will definitely blog about them in the very near future.

For example, there are two new ones that leap to mind. One is to lose weight and get fit. I’m already all over that one. I’ve lost over a stone so far. [Pauses for effect and waits for applause].

The other is to bring back my old self. My real self. At times, I get melancholy and lose self esteem. A very good friend of mine helped me to see that. My goal is never to allow that to happen again in future.

I awoke one morning with a headful of realisations and I wrote it all down. One day, I might post what I wrote, but for now, it’s private.

But I’m not going to let myself down again.

I’m back.