So here I am on a Monday morning, having let myself down again. (Clearly I haven't been writing my Blog regularly on Sundays - and I have disappointed myself). I was just walking the dog and I felt a vibration in my pocket as my smartphone received a message. I had a quick look and the phone displayed (no idea why) my average usage: turns out I spent nearly three hours per day last week just looking at my screen. Three bloody hours! And it's so easy to do; what with emails (most of them unwanted - seems that when I 'unsubscribe' from a sender who is trying to make me invest in something about which I haven't a clue, another 'bot' (or whatever) picks me up and then adds me to their email list. AAArgh!
Anyhow I will now attempt to get organised: and I now have good reason to do so. My wife has agreed that we should sell up here in Cold Norton and move to our holiday flat (bequeathed to my sister and I by my wonderful late father), put a large-ish wad in the bank and live fairly comfortably. (As opposed to spending huge sums on Council Tax, heating oil etc., as long as we live in this 5 bedroomed, decaying pile. A pile which my family - and I am not altogether innocent - has filled to the gunnels, making us look like clutterers of the decade. I have been known to say "I hate this place": not true really, but the untidiness brings out the very worst in me. And it is largely due to my wife's job (Parish Councillor): we store paperwork here which makes the place look more like a warehouse than a home. I truly loathe it. We will be living in a smaller space. My wife (I hope) will accept that storing clothes, shoes and various other paraphernalia on floors must become a 'no no'. I'll miss the space, but I shan't miss the endless and unnecessary expenses. And we shall be beside the sea.
So I hope to make at least a couple of weekly trips to the tip between now and whenever we leave. It won't be easy: chucking stuff one has owned (even if not used for years) for a long time somehow grates against human nature. I shall therefore try to keep a photographic record (here) of what gets thrown.
Wish me luck.
Please follow me as I embark on my own 'End Game' as this is likely to be the last move I make . If I, in doing this, amuse, assist or enlighten you in any way then please share my ramblings. And don't forget to shove a pound or two my way. Having an alcoholic son at home is something of a burden, not least financially, but he's bloody lovely when he's sober. (we just replaced yet another toilet seat he managed to demolish whilst being completely outwith any control of his physical faculties!) I shall keep you posted . Here's the link: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=NG5HGGTVT789L
Meanwhile I shall keep benefiting from the company of my dog. 'Mr. Phelps' and posting the odd tune on my YouTube page, which is always there for you to enjoy a laugh - maybe one day I will be able to hold a tune??? Click Here: https://www.youtube.com/@PaulCDyer
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