Here we are with post number two. Ha! And they said it wouldn't last!
I'm still undecided as to whether or not to keep this journal open to the public. On the one hand I've always felt a diary should be kept private for my own deep dark thoughts. But another part of me wonders why I would write something that only I would read. That seems a bit pointless to me.
Going public means writing for an audience and that, surely, has to alter my writing style. My last journal was public and I found myself writing almost to entertain my followers. That said, I thoroughly enjoyed doing so and, although I kept things mostly light hearted, I did manage to include some serious posts a well.
I guess, ultimately, it will all depend on whether I want to bare my soul to strangers or not. I think I'll leave things as they are for now and see how it goes. I can always close the doors and batten down the hatches at a later date if need be. It's a shame there isn't a way to do both - keeping some posts public and some private. Or maybe there is these days. I've been away from blogging for a few years so who knows what's changed. Once I'm settled in I'll start dabbling around a bit, maybe add a photo or two or change the layout a smidge. At the moment though I'll keep it all simple and just write.
I'm babbling already and I'm only on my second post. Mind you, it's 2.45 in the morning and I've just woken up so it's no wonder my mind is wandering. The missus is faffing about in the kitchen doing Gawd knows what at this hour. She often manages to stay up all night but then, she sleeps a lot during the day. Not solely because of the chemo pills she is on. She has always had the ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and the cancer meds have just made it worse.
Mind you, it suits me fine that she sleeps most of the day. It leaves me to my own devices. The only downside to it is that she has taken to making up a bed on the sofa so when I get up in the morning I have to be quiet and keep the curtains closed, That's okay till around 8 o'clock but by then I want to let some light in and maybe open a window or two. This time of year, it isn't so bad as the weather has been fairly warm in the early hours so I've been sitting in the garden and reading. It's a nice way to start the day and something I wouldn't be able to do if I wasn't retired.
My last official day of work was Christmas eve, 2016, but in actuality, I was off work at the time, waiting for the ill health retirement that eventually came. Still, it made for an unusually quiet Christmas for me. Believe me, after thirty eight years with Royal Mail I was happy to sit out the Christmas mayhem for a change.
I did have one other Christmas away from Royal Mail. That was in 1997, one year after my mum had died. Reet and I decided Christmas wasn't going to be the same without her so I called in sick and we went to Austria where we enjoyed a fantastic traditional Christmas. We went for a sleigh ride on Christmas morning and when we returned to the hotel for dinner we ate our meal to the accompaniment a beautiful Austrian choir singing all the traditional hymns and carols. I'm not a particularly religious man but I had hoped for a traditional Christmas and we got just that. One of the most memorable times of my life.
And on that nostalgic note I'll bid you goodnight, or good morning in this case.
B. x
I'm babbling already and I'm only on my second post. Mind you, it's 2.45 in the morning and I've just woken up so it's no wonder my mind is wandering. The missus is faffing about in the kitchen doing Gawd knows what at this hour. She often manages to stay up all night but then, she sleeps a lot during the day. Not solely because of the chemo pills she is on. She has always had the ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and the cancer meds have just made it worse.
Mind you, it suits me fine that she sleeps most of the day. It leaves me to my own devices. The only downside to it is that she has taken to making up a bed on the sofa so when I get up in the morning I have to be quiet and keep the curtains closed, That's okay till around 8 o'clock but by then I want to let some light in and maybe open a window or two. This time of year, it isn't so bad as the weather has been fairly warm in the early hours so I've been sitting in the garden and reading. It's a nice way to start the day and something I wouldn't be able to do if I wasn't retired.
My last official day of work was Christmas eve, 2016, but in actuality, I was off work at the time, waiting for the ill health retirement that eventually came. Still, it made for an unusually quiet Christmas for me. Believe me, after thirty eight years with Royal Mail I was happy to sit out the Christmas mayhem for a change.
I did have one other Christmas away from Royal Mail. That was in 1997, one year after my mum had died. Reet and I decided Christmas wasn't going to be the same without her so I called in sick and we went to Austria where we enjoyed a fantastic traditional Christmas. We went for a sleigh ride on Christmas morning and when we returned to the hotel for dinner we ate our meal to the accompaniment a beautiful Austrian choir singing all the traditional hymns and carols. I'm not a particularly religious man but I had hoped for a traditional Christmas and we got just that. One of the most memorable times of my life.
And on that nostalgic note I'll bid you goodnight, or good morning in this case.
B. x
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