Fighting through

So. I've had a bit of a **** week. To start with, major exercise on the Ouse. It made the news, it was huge and everyone loved it. I wasn't there because of a wrong conclusion. Joy. But hey. I fell apart for approximately 15 hours. Then I pulled myself back up and I've done…

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Don’t prove them right

What happens to things that go up?  They go down. Right now I should be starting a major incident exercise with the boat. I'm in bed instead.  Why am I in bed?  Because of who I am. Feels like that anyway. I know it isn't, but it feels like it.  I got a phone call…

*A long tirade of swear words*

Monday was the Micklegate Soapbok here in York and I was there stewarding the event with the boat. First of all, FANTASTIC DAY! It was so fun, the weather was fantastic and even the slightly abusive crowds I had to deal with opening and closing the path weren't too hard to deal with.  Yep, abusive…

Oh the humanity 

What it says on the tin, as usual. Flashback to Tuesday: I was toddling into town by my usual route (river walk, it's beautiful and peaceful) and as I'm about to go up Ouse Bridge I spot a gentleman behaving rather erratically on the opposite bank where there is a small beach when the river…

I am me (and employed!)

So I did what I was talking about in my last post. I out illnesses and dates (the best I could) onto a status on Facebook and posted it.  Just like that. I felt disconnected as I did it, like I want really me. I suppose it's so out of character that for a while…

I need to be open

This is a blog post in replacement of a Facebook status that I think I'd regret. Heavily. I've an urge to be open with people. Not about everything, not to the extent of making this blog public, but enough so that people can understand. I want them to know.  I don't want to hide. I…

Hit me on the head

Very short, positive post. Sat by the Ouse, about 10 metres back on a picnic bench. I have hot chocolate, Spotify and a book (Forensics: The Anatomy of Crime).  Just looked toward Millenium Bridge which has been the scene of some attempts recently and felt... nothing. I'm by the river and I'm not suicidal. Pigs…

Who is my enemy?

I've just come back from essentially two weeks of holiday; first with family in Bambrugh, then with my best friend of multiple years in Holland.  Holland holiday led to a first for me. We had a bit of a sandwich holiday, two days in Amsterdam, 4 at Castlefest, another 2 back in Amsterdam. At the…