Listen hard to my advice

I listen to audio books when I drive to work. I have some advice before you take on this addiction.


You must have an ability to compose yourself quickly.  For instance, just as we entered the school gates one morning, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas ended in the tragic way the Boy in the Striped Pyjamas ends (no spoilers here).  Witness me and two teenage girls with tears streaming down our faces.  (Teenage boy commenting it would be funny if they all got up and were zombies. Let’s not go there.)


Arriving at work red eyed can cause concern and worry for your workmates. Compose yourself.


You must have patience. When you arrive in the work car park, you have arrived.  It does not matter if Henry, clutching his knife wounds, is reaching for the door, the taxidermist hot on his heels.  You will have to switch off the engine and switch off the iPod.  People do not trust car park loiters. 


You will spend the whole day wondering, but you will have to wait patiently till clock off.


Keep your eyes on the road.  You are not inhaling the scent of chocolate in a French village. You are not a boy vampire sucking the blood from your friend’s knee. You are not running from a herd of strange genetically modified creatures.


You are, and never forget this, driving a car.


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Listen hard to my advice

I listen to audio books when I drive to work. I have some advice before you take on this addiction.


You must have an ability to compose yourself quickly.  For instance, just as we entered the school gates one morning, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas ended in the tragic way the Boy in the Striped Pyjamas ends (no spoilers here).  Witness me and two teenage girls with tears streaming down our faces.  (Teenage boy commenting it would be funny if they all got up and were zombies. Let’s not go there.)


Arriving at work red eyed can cause concern and worry for your workmates. Compose yourself.


You must have patience. When you arrive in the work car park, you have arrived.  It does not matter if Henry, clutching his knife wounds, is reaching for the door, the taxidermist hot on his heels.  You will have to switch off the engine and switch off the iPod.  People do not trust car park loiters. 


You will spend the whole day wondering, but you will have to wait patiently till clock off.


Keep your eyes on the road.  You are not inhaling the scent of chocolate in a French village. You are not a boy vampire sucking the blood from your friend’s knee. You are not running from a herd of strange genetically modified creatures.


You are, and never forget this, driving a car.

10:10

The end is here and I can think past decimals.

10 words: Day 9

A work in progress is better than any strategic plan.

Day 8, Ten Words

Don't forget, I understand and know all you mental incapacities.

Day 7: Ten words

It is a truth, noone really takes a blonde seriously.

Day 6: 10 words

A girl, I think she is crying whenever she laughs.

Day 5, Ten Words

I value meeting committments, but scarpered for the weekend anyway!

Day Four: 10 words

Icing sugar and vinegar from when the circus left town.

Day Three: 10 words

I failed to express exactly how tired feels. Too tired.

Day Two: 10 words

Laughing and crying simultaneously, you could hear her on Pluto.

Day One

Unnerved: When sleep is elusive, raw nerves are easily agitated.

Sunday

The Return of Lucretia:

 knuckles, tense, determined

sharp

Gritted Teeth

frown pressed deep her

broken self.

marble eyes,

forlorn.

Friday Walk: A dreary day

Thursday walk: My secret lookout

The path begins wide...

but the entrance is neglected,

the way steepens,

and then

the rewards are wonderful.

Tuesday walk: Red Tailed Black Cockatoos

Sweethearts sat still and let me take photos.  They were eating the cones off the she-oak.  Sounded like pop corn going off in a pot.

Monday Walk: Light and Shadows

Sunday Sunset Walk

The Weekend ends...

From the dark comes the light.

Weekend

The best thing about my weekend: I didn't leave Wivenhoe Pocket.  After a 12 hour day on Friday doing the school run, working, then going to Tama's football game, I felt like a rubber band was wound around my head and shoulders.

Saturday/Sunday I got to do an exercise class, write, garden, make chutney, have a bonfire and bbq at friends and not leave the confines of my little, round country street.

Simple.