… I found lurking on my hard drive. I’d forgotten all about it, but think it’s probably a ’100 word challenge’ from some point. I can’t remember the keyword/phrase but suspect it was ‘the pounding in my head’.
The Morning After
I push back the covers and, despite the pounding in my head, drag myself from between them. Standing makes the pounding worse, and with it comes a wave of nausea that almost drops me back onto the bed. I resist, waiting for the room to stop spinning and my rolling stomach to settle. When they do I shuffle forward, heading for the bathroom. As I enter I see myself in the mirror: pale face, black rings around the eyes and sweat on my upper lip and forehead. ‘Never again’ I vow, wondering as I do how I’ll tell the kids I want to stop the chemo.
Here’s last year’s valentine’s day blog, as I didn’t get round to writing this year’s! CHARMED
But a moany pome here called Fuck the Grammar Nazi’s [sic]
Another old blog ported over from my old blog (?), this one from early 2012. I’ve updated a couple of references that made no real sense now, but apart from that it’s as was. Nearly there with the old blog stuff now, which will mean an end to the ‘repeats’ that followers from there to here have had to endure.
If there’s one thing that really annoys me it’s people who say ‘if there’s one thing that really annoys me…’, because, let’s face it, if there’s only one thing in your life that really annoys you then you’ve pretty much got it made, haven’t you? What you should really do is shut up whinging about the one thing in your life that really annoys you and start focussing on all the countless billions of other things that don’t annoy you, you Jammy bastard/cow. Or ‘count your blessings’, as my dear old annoying mum used to annoyingly say.
Now as far as things that really annoy me go, I can honestly and confidently claim that there are literally thousands of them, ranging from the trivial – like sipping from a cup I think contains coffee and then remembering I’ve made tea a fraction of a second after my brain’s confused my taste buds by sending them the ‘incoming coffee’ message – all the way up to the major, like, say, the vile and evil policies of our current government or Greg Wallace being on TV again. If I’m perfectly honest, some days I find myself being really annoyed by so many things that I end up being really annoyed about there not being enough hours in a day for being annoyed. Like that old joke about the man who hated his wife, the only logical solution would be get up earlier and go to bed later, but that’s not only annoyingly impractical but also implies increased levels of tiredness, which tends to make me grumpy at the best of times, let alone when I’m already feeling annoyed. Continue reading
But here’s a short story: Picture Box