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Monday 21st April 2014.

The blank screen looks inviting….it does not feel like a Monday which is perhaps why…nor does it feel like Easter Monday perhaps i am now too old for Easter, last year i bought nor consumed any Chocolate Easter Eggs..This year almost a whole supermarket shelf…well not quite, a tall story in a sugar coating, But certainly a good few Cadburys cream egg style, including one with a Mug….yet it left me flat, a sort of ho-hum good to be away from the work saddle is all i could feel in my soul, i actually opened the mug one this morning and found the mug made in Germany and not the Black Country was i aghast or simply becoming too old, one of those grumpy all complaining old farts in wrinkled stockings whom should have long ago been put out to pasture….the sort you sit in a corner and tell to be quiet and fill them full of pork pies and Sherry….
Or is it simply the truth that so much of my England has gone….I recall walking with my father as an early teen as he pointed out so many changes in his life and thinking Man on the Moon, Concorde in the sky, nothing will change in my life but good…..YET..crash bang wallop here i am thinking gosh and i do believe far more has changed in my life time with a good few miles full of absolute shite by the bucket load, how can anyone live on a zero hour working contract is quite sad to sit and contemplate whilst sat on the back end of a bus…here i am at one of the biggest festivals in Christian Year….all love and honey peace be with you stuffed full of Easter Eggs and oh by the way suck on this sponge ball….aghast, i say, pull up my wrinkles stockings slap on the bright red lipstick and blow bubbles to the world…. 

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