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Where Did The Time Go?

I think as you get older, time passes by quicker. As a child I recall summer lasting forever. Now, it’s gone almost before it arrives. It has been a busy couple of weeks though. Ed got back from University having taken his finals and then taken some time to get up to mischief on the Norfolk Broads. He took Business Management at the University of East Anglia and he had the time of his life. He now awaits his results.

Greg finished his A levels on Monday. He took Geography, Geology and Classical Civilisation. He intends taking Geography with Economics at Uni. He also awaits his results. One result he isn’t waiting for is his driving test. He passed on Thursday! Good for him. Then on Saturday he became an adult! I think thats only a physical thing as he still has the most incredibly immature sense of humour. We all went out together and had a splendid meal in a very nice restaurant in Canterbury to celebrate his 18th birthday. Earlier in the day, he and PIL went shopping in Bluewater where he purchased, at PILs expense, a great many clothes, shoes and possibly even a hat. Now he just needs to decide on what car he would like, we say “No” and eventually a decision is made. We will see.

Today is Fathers Day. So I washed cars, walked the dog and have mown the grass. We then all shot off to the cinema where we watched Jurassic World in 3D. I paid. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like that but hey, I don’t mind, we all went out and had a lovely time together.

My original intention with todays post was to write about the thoughts I’d thought a couple of weeks ago about how my life had turned out so far.winnie the pooh1

When I sat down to write I had second thoughts, mainly because I don’t feel brave enough to reveal some of my innermost thoughts and emotions. Some of the things I experienced decades ago are still upsetting. Do I want to write about the deaths of some of my friends? They have an influence on me as a person and how I behave so I would need to write about that kind of thing if I want to talk about my life experiences. More particularly, do I want to write about the slightly (actually, very,) odd situation that exists between the woman I started to love from the moment I saw the fire in her eyes, the fact that I still love her, that she is now my ex wife and that PIL and I live in the same house?

Right now the answer is “No”. Maybe next week. So on that note, I hope you all had a bloody lovely weekend.

More Dick soon.



First, I apologise for not having published any posts for a while. It’s been a busy time with work and Christmas shopping. I am a passionate shopper in that I hate shopping with a passion. I know that these days you can purchase everything on-line but unfortunately for me I like to see first hand what it is I’m buying so that means I have to go to the shops.


Shoppers aka Arseholes

It’s not necessarily the act of shopping I hate, it’s all the other people shopping at the same time as me that does my head in. I’m not fond of crowds in the first place which is why I live in the boonies. It just seems to me that shoppers leave their manners and any civilised behaviour at home when they go out and shop. I was in the supermarket earlier today and someone had left their trolley right where I wanted to get something. I looked around to see if I could see who it belonged to but everyone in the aisle either had a trolley or a basket. So I moved it and as I did so a woman came up to me and said,

“Do you mind?”

“Do I mind what?” I replied

“Not moving my trolley.”

“First, I didn’t know it was your trolley and second you’d it left blocking access to the milk and I want some milk.”

“Well don’t move it.”

So naturally I said,

“Well don’t leave it in people’s way then.”

“You rude man.” she said and stormed off.

Me? Rude? I thought I’d been quite polite in the circumstances. I didn’t swear or raise my voice. I hadn’t left a shopping trolley in everyone’s way and yet, I was in the wrong according to that silly old bat.

I found myself the other day in Canterbury city centre with an hour or two to spare so I thought I’d do some Christmas shopping. I lasted twenty minutes and then thought,

“Nah. I’m going home.”

People walk out of shops and suddenly stop in the doorway for no reason and you walk into them so they glare at you as if you are going to rob them. Or they walk straight across the pavement at right angles to the flow of pedestrians without looking so you bump into them and they glare at you as if it’s your fault. I cannot be dealing with this but what’s the answer? I want to get nice gifts for my family at Christmas. If you have any ideas on how I can avoid crowds when shopping, please let me know because it’s driving me nuts.

Have a fabulous day.

More Dick soon.auto