Wednesday 21st September (thank goodness for a watch that tells the date and time)
I would have liked to have put this at the beginning of the blog - it is the theme tune to Penelope P's situation at present. It could have been The Scorpions - Time for Change, or Bowie - CCChanges, but this one is so much more succinct and says it all The Sick Puppies with Maybe.. really great song - about getting off your arse, making changes and not to be afraid!
Had the ex call me this morning - in high spirits - good to hear him sound happy and positive. Great to chat and in that moment of talking it was as if nothing had changed. Only on putting down the phone does it dawn. He is moving ahead, bought a new settee for 'my' house (no more the 'our'), selling off the surfboard mirror (which was a great cover that I used to hide the ironing board behind). He asked me if I wanted to keep the large ceramic plant pots. I asked if this included the plants - but the self confessed best plant waterer in the world has obviously neglected his duties and it has fallen on crusty soil as I was advised that the plants are not so happy.
On Breakfast TV this morning there was a segment on coping with a break up in a relationship. Advice was that the grieving process takes half as long as the relationship took - so better mark on the calendar 2.5 years from now!
Went and did my 30 lengths in the swimming pool - techniques improving and breathing motion is getting better.
Followed by a treat of reading- The Buddha of Suburbia. What a great book. Told through the eyes of a young pakistani lad in the 1970's it tells of the weaving relationships between the characters. Set in suburbia of South London with the infusion of racism, sexual exploration and confusion, cultural clashes with emotional dilemmas and the complex decisions made as a result.
Went over to Mossman Gorge to the junk shop to see what cornucopia of treasures awaited. Looking forward to getting middle age teeth into a restoration project. At the entrance of the warehouse the smell of rotting flesh welcomes visitors. Mental image of decaying rats on the sticky rat traps still stuck! The 'junk' was shop was aptly called. You know it's bad when vintage knickers (hopefully washed and not displaying retro bodily fluids) are displayed on a mannequin that looks like it had suffered a severe flesh eating disease.
If you buy a second hand junk shop.. would it then be a third hand shop?
If you buy a second hand junk shop.. would it then be a third hand shop?
Lovely drive back through the countryside as they are harvesting the sugar cane
Finished off the day with working on my various 'projects'.......draft spec for the website and starting experiments!
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