New Home on the Horizon

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Apologies for the lack of blog posts, but my scant access to the web is an ongoing issue.

Some good news (I hope): my wife and I have hopefully found our new home; we are just starting the legal side of things with solicitors and searches, etc, but so far looking good. So with luck I'll be back up and running per normal (is there ever such a thing?) by the end of May this year :0D

My lovely wife bought me a very amazing present for my 50th birthday, which was on the 13th April. Asides from a lovely weekend at a five star hotel, my wife gave me a parcel to open just after midnight leading into the 13th.

A-Z Challenge Withdrawal

Sorry to say, I am withdrawing from this year's A-Z Challenge.

Why?

After blogger naffed up I'm a day behind, and with my work schedule getting me home by 2035hrs of an evening by the time I've changed, washed/showered, eaten food and settled down it is practically time for me to hit the sack in readiness for the following day's work cycle to start over again.

I'm also lacking the 'feel' for the A-Z this year and have noted many stalwart bloggers have also skipped this year. Sorry people, it just isn't happening for me this time round. My apologies, but I have to be true to myself on this one.

Good luck to the rest of you. I shall be taking down my A-Z posts over the next few days.

A-Z Challenge: Day 4

(* Note: forgive the late posting, but for some unknown reason I could not access Blogger? *)

D is for Description noun 

1. a spoken or written account of a person, object, or event.

2. a type or class of people or things.

My sister has a dread of enclosed spaces, especially lifts. Previously I could not comprehend why, and much to my shame, would tease her about it. Now I understand. The experience on the floor below has me unnerved to the point that I'm reluctant to stop the lift at all, but you and I know that can't happen.

My gaze returns to the mummified rat; at first I was puzzled as to what a rat would be doing inside a lift, and I can't help but think, was it trying to escape from something and found dying in here more preferable? What am I thinking? I must be going mad! Next floor I need to find a way out, or better still, a phone. Maybe the building has security I could contact?

Here we go. The lift is slowing down. Prepare yourselves...

Blog Birthday

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What a terrible blogfather I am! Yet again, I have missed my blog's birthday, which was on March 4th.

Hell's teeth, I now vow never to forget it ever again, and to this end, I shall place a visible notice of my blog's day of creation, lest I forget once more. Shame on me. Forgive me, my precious, precious blog?

Belated Happy 3rd Birthday! My, how they grow so quickly.

A-Z Challenge: Day 3

C is for CLICHÉ noun 
1. a phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought.
2. a stereotype or electrotype.


I'm really not liking this lift. The creaking and groaning of the cables suggest a lack of maintenance or use, maybe even both. Either way I am eager to get to the next floor. Still no improvement on the air quality, and judging by the sad and solitary mummified rat in one of the back corners of the lift, humidity isn't an issue. Thank God for no stench of decay.

A-Z Challenge: Day 2

B is for BELIEVABLE adjective 
1. able to be believed; credible.



So, here we are, shuddering upwards in a dingy lift (I shall us the British term for elevator hence forth, apologies to our US cousins). The air within has a dank tinge to it. I'm not sure how confident I am as to what we'll find once these doors open.
I do note, however, the interior bulb has seen better days by the look of it, and I'll go so far as to wager that it won't last the entire journey to floor Z. At least the panel lights are nice and bright, even through the film of grime, their amber enthusiasm I find uplifting - no, that wasn't intentional.

Oh. Here we go... doors opening...

A-Z Challenge: Day 1

A is for APATHY noun 
1. Lack of interest, enthusiasm or concern.

Well, I sit here staring at the screen thinking, 'I'm screwed. Yep. Definitely screwed.' even though I've got this far, that is, sat in front of the PC and typing on day 1 of the A-Z, I still think I'm screwed.

Apathy. Interesting concept. I agree with all of the above descriptors, and I lay blame (without a shred of guilt I might add) at the feet of my current 'job'. finishing at 2015hrs each evening is a real deal breaker when it comes to sitting down and pounding out something creative in any format after I've driven home, changed, washed, eaten and chilled.