What is it with builders?
I need one to build a new staircase, and to fit a kitchen and make some general repairs. Nothing outstanding. But some good money for basic work.
And yet… yet I can’t get the bloody work done. Its driving me mad. The house feels like a prison, no-one I speak to takes it seriously, and the builders continue to fail to turn up. I’m at the point now of moving out, selling it as it is, making a massive loss, because I can’t take it any more.
They come to you with their
oh so grand
ideas
to complete
for completion
and you
with your common look
stare back
don’t stand up on your own
and attempt the impossible
Convention is the ability to remove individual thought.
At times, I’m tempted to use this blog – well, more like a blog. At the moment its my note book. Hence repetitious versions of poems, half paragraphs of stories I might one day write, and the odd thought or two.
Posts are all stored most recent first. This makes it a challenge to read some of the snippets of stories. A thousand* apologies.
*The size of apologies may vary according to seasonal availability.
Photos are a coming. I’m currently sorting through the 6,500 pictures I’ve taken over the last 3 years, and will put some on the site. At the moment they are all via the dot mac account, as I don’t have sufficient bandwidth from this one.
To the road. Focus between the white lines, follow the movement forward without thought. So what about where he wanted ot drive. Stay between the lines and you’d be safe, and wasn’t safety better than happiness at any cost?
He glanced at Em, who was snivelling into a tin of travel sweets. Despite the truth in what she said, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Two months and three days ago, he’d bought them the tickets. Three weeks ago they’d departed. And then there had been the diary.
I used to wake
see your face
on the pillow
beside me
but the flies
got in my eyes
so you had to go
Its not my fault
didn’t want a drink
but
I have to support
parental expectation
and their gift of
the initials
abv
Amended 15 May 2005
What the hell is meaning. Something so obvious as to be on the surface, or the message behind the words, hidden?
I guess it depends what you want it to be.