tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239705912009-10-14T02:29:45.353+01:00almost never about hooveringCheerful Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340048782530429964noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23970591.post-39947804734720007532009-08-06T10:02:00.006+01:002009-08-06T10:24:00.182+01:00

Oh dear, I have been quite rubbish. Here is a nice picture of a horse. On the borders of Thamesmead. I mean, where else would you go to see a horse, by the side of a main road, eating grass? Thamesmead is the obvious choice.I stumbled upon my horsey friend whilst on a protracted ramble (which means I was lost) back from the post office collection office the other day. Halfway through the ramble,

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I made a one of these. I'm trying to resist the temptation to make 457 more and join them together to make a big flowery blanket, at least until I have finished the Endless Granny Square Blanket, which I keep deciding needs 'just another six inches', and is going on forever.Everything in the garden seems to be quite big. Most exciting plant of the week award goes to the pumpkin which came from a

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Me and 850 of my close, personal friends broke the world record for playing in a ukulele ensemble on Saturday. It was the fun!

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It's hard to break a five month silence.

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Current plans include:The family dress as Dr Who villains. I favour my side as Daleks and his as Cybermen, though that implies my Dad would be Davros, which is a bit scary. All friends will dress as a doctor or companion of their choice (at current count this is 12 Tom Bakers, 3 Marthas and a David Tennant. I cannot persuade anyone to be a Donna In Wedding Dress, bloody spoilsports.) I am

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typedeletetype typedelete deletetype type typedelete delete deletetype type type typedelete delete delete deletetype type type type typedelete delete deletedeletedeleteIt must be nearly the tend of term.

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Disclaimer: I am not depressed. Not today, anyhow.

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Teetering.Spewing.Spilling.Spreading.Piles of shoesPiles of booksPiles of postPiles of dishesPiles of markingPiles of clothesPiles of bagsPiles of rubbishPiles of parcelsPiles of yarnPiles of coatsPiles of magazinesPiles of jumpersPiles of papersPiles of cablesPiles of CDsPiles of instrumentsPiles of jewelleryPiles of towels

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Back, but not really back. No warm embraces here.We stalk down corridors. Skulk in corners. Mutter. Paranoid. Watching, waiting, speculating. We hide behind closed doors. We sniff out the wounded, sympathise, and then cross ourselves with relief because it isn't us.Yes, we are serious. We couldn't be more serious. This is a matter of a life we once had, and a thousand little deaths. You wouldn't

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It is evening in this small town. The breaths of pedestrians plume. Busses hum past. Festive lights hang askew. Children call raucously across the street, and I pretend that they do not scare me. They do not scare me. In the shops the windows are misted. The man in the newsagents is wearing gloves. The man in the library is rude. Excuse me while I duck out for a moment. I probably shouldn't, but

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What do you want?I don't really want anything. I have got enough. Don't get me that though. I don't want that. I will be disappointed if I get that. Get me this. This that I don't need, but like. Or that. But not that. I am not sure how it is that one wants nothing but could be disappointed by something.It does not really make sense to me.It is contrary.I am a contradiction.

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This post is not about you.This post is not about me.This post is about nothing.Shut your eyes.Listen to your breathing.Nothing.

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I have spent all afternoon making paper advent candles shouting about crayons and watercolour resist and sponge painting pieces of sugar paper with green paint glitter on our fingers dripping it everywhere he got it on me Miss ha ha he got it on me I do not need to wash my hands they are clean no they aren't you look like Shrek wash them in the sink in the cold cold water then didn't I say to

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write. something.(headache)write. something.(tired)write. something.(urgent need to google)write. something.(shout at cat)write. something.(browse knitting patterns)write. something.(online shopping)write. something.(hoover*)write. something.(facebook)write. something.(email)write. something.(tv)write. something.(bath)write. something.(no time! no time!)*ha ha not really

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bananachickenpineappleelephantjacketrabbit cheeseI am tired I did not sleepcockerelcanapéeggshapedcodicilhula hoopdoorknobgreen

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blah blah blah blah blahstuff stuff stuff stuff stuffsomething revealing (carefully disguised)distracting joke, preferably self depreciatingstuff stuff stuff stuff stuffblah blah blah blah blahswearword

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anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anythingIt's not that I am boringanything anything anything anything anythingIt's not that I don't careanything anything anything anything anythingIt's not that I don't want toanything anything anythingMaybe I don't need

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It has been a bit of a rough week. There is no food in the house, and when we find ourselves sitting in the pub it seems a sensible idea to have something there before we go home.The food arrives. I pick up the ketchup bottle and shake it vigorously, noting that it's a proper tiny heinz bottle. Then I remove the top, there is a loud pop, and ketchup explodes all over me. I am spattered from head

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"Ooh knitting! You don't see people knitting nowadays. I taught both my sons to knit, but they knitted scarves for teddy and that was that. Still, they learned how to do it."It turns out that knitting on the bus makes me queasy."My son is into all those computers, and I can't pick it up. I say to him: can you knit a Fair Isle jumper? That shuts him up."

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Cotton cowl 2Originally uploaded by etcher67I've decided that this year I am going to knit some of my Christmas presents. This is a risky business, as the last present I knitted still hasn't been delivered and the birthday in question was on the 8th September. Still: I am determined.I've already done a [censored in case they read this] and I'm planning a scarf for my Dad, and probably another for

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Further strange happenings by the bus stop. A pile of dog shit with a small sign sticking out of it: 'Dog Shit'.Thanks for letting us know. This morning I expect a short forest of signs stretching down the road.

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Off sick from work, 7thsyndikate entertains, or frustrates: not sure which. Am I going to be somewhere on the 24th? In a meeting with my boss, I expect. How very, very tiresome.A ukulele ghost from my past surfaces. Who knew I had a ukulele ghost? I have been pursued for several decades, apparently. Not by the ghost, by the ukulele, silly. Nanny's charm bracelet has a uke on it too. It catches on

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tomatoes from my gardinOriginally uploaded by etcher67Please admire my plump little globes.Percy Thrower would be proud.*sorry.

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Oh, alright then.Just this once, mind.

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I go back to work: it's like all the creative thoughts drain out my ears. Maybe if I was lucky they would stick on the pillow overnight and I could scrape them back up again. Problem is every time another one of those bells go off and I jump up to my feet watching the ticking clock another one gets zapped and then there's nothing, no residue available for a good going over later. It's the

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