Nothing to report - In the name of Thiago - Day 219

At risk of sounding like a complete dullard, I can only report that pretty much nothing happened today. And I’ve been sat here in the summerhouse for ten minutes trying to think what I can say about nothing having happened. The truth is that I can’t think of any other way of dressing it up.It was actually quite depressing. I have been trying to make things happen, but I was continually being met with blocks. Part of this I put down to the holiday season, lots of people are away and those that remain are scarcely filled with the desire to crack on. And of course, I’m hardly at the cutting edge of industry. There once was a time but it certainly isn’t the case now.
Meatball pasta – hardly cordon fucking bleu but one of Elisa’s favourites, so formerly a sure-fire winner. Today, nothing from her at all. No thank you, just a complaint that the sauce was too runny. She’s gone to her room and is playing up as if I’m the one that’s been unreasonable. Frankly I don’t have the energy to fight he…

Sunday Sunday here again in tidy attire - In the name of Thiago - Day 218

Well it wasn’t quite in tidy attire, but the occasional Blur reference never hurt anyone I suppose. I didn’t emerge from my slumbers until gone nine today. I deliberately left my phone and watch downstairs last night determined that I would then sleep for as long as I needed to sleep. After the long afternoon and evening of various tipples, it turned out that I very much needed a lay in. And so I did, without even a modicum of guilt.With no particular plans for the day other than to get out for some fresh air to blow the cobwebs away, I thought I’d do a bit of the walk planning admin and catch up with a couple of people. One of the fellas I caught up with is a chap called Rob Shearing.Rob is a fine photographer and has very kindly offered to take photos of the first day of our walk – not just the ceremonial setting off from The Vic but the whole day. I’m constantly overwhelmed by what people will do to help and this gesture is remarkable, especially coming from someone that before tod…

Bulldog to the rescue – in the name of Thiago – Day 217

Today I have a twist for you. As I’ve already been on the 7.5% double IPA at Ten Green Bottles (TGB), for the first time in 217 days, I am placing my trust in a guest contributor. The context for this is that I gave my best mate Bulldog a call while I was in TGB and he insisted that I spend a little more time with the good lady. This might not be a popular move but with Bayern Munich having a key player called Thiago in their ranks who keeps being mentioned in the radio commentary I’m listening to, which is cracking me up and the neighbour’s garden beckoning I feel ready to hand over the reins. All yours Bulldog…Today has been a real improvement on recent days. Not sure if it’s the fact that it’s Saturday and therefore I don’t have to deal with the mundanity of my job, or the fact that I was up at the crack of sparrows - in the garden enjoying a brew, since you didn’t ask. 

Following this, the weekly trip to our local butcher’s ensued (Angélica and I actually met them in TGB but the Do…

Cranking it up a notch - In the name of Thiago - Day 216

No matter how positive I want to be – and believe me I’m trying pretty fucking hard – the pain I feel for the loss of my son really is all consuming. Just five minutes ago, I wasn’t going to be writing the blog that I’m now going to end up writing, but this is the space that I’m in and I’ve always been honest with you folks. There is nothing to hide, because well there’s nothing left to hide. It’s all out there.It just hit me like a fucking freight train today when I saw a photo of him I’d either not seen for a very long time or had forgotten ever existed. Friends today have been upping the ante. Tibbals is resurrecting ‘naked Fridays’ and friends like Liz are talking with amazing candidness about what Thiago meant to them. That really means a hell of a lot to me.Look at the little hero. Every single photo I see of him cuts me up and makes me proud in the same moment. Thiago was a poorly boy – there’s no getting away from that simple truth. Yet he was astonishingly positive in his sho…

Progress all round - In the name of Thiago - Day 215

I leapt out of bed this morning with the alarm for the first time this week. I had been slightly lazy for the first half of the week, just letting time drift without really ever quite getting the motivation levels to a point where I could make progress.It helped that I had to pick up Dad’s medication this morning from Morrisons as I wanted to get that done before I started my day’s work. Getting out the house is always a positive – I’ve managed that twice in my day today – and it wasn’t just me getting out either.Her ladyship is getting into the habit of taking herself out each day as well. Admittedly she’s still only surfacing when most people would be considering lunch but bloody hell she’s no different than when I was her age. Well actually that’s not quite true – she’s not started drinking Harvey’s just yet.We now have some doors! Things are really starting to take off with the building work and the realisation is belatedly coming home to Angélica that this space is going to be ma…

Powering through – In the name of Thiago – Day 214

The week is getting progressively better, I’ll say that much. I’ve been very busy with work today but happily still managed to get most of my loose ends tied off before I signed off early this evening. Today was the last day of cover I was providing for a colleague, who returns to work tomorrow. To be honest, I’ve quite enjoyed it, as it was something that I used to do anyway and changes that have been made since I was doing the role regularly, actually make it more interesting.I called off work for the day just before six and then did a few stretches while watching a few overs of the first test between England and Pakistan. It’s still weird watching or listening to sport with no spectators. I sometimes leave the radio on in the background while I’m working, thinking that if I hear a loud crowd noise I’ll pay attention to what’s happening. I keep having to remind myself that this is a forlorn hope and may be for quite some time yet.
England’s cricket captain Joe Root joined the headban…

Easing into the week – In the name of Thiago – Day 213

I wasn’t on my game yesterday at all. Hardly surprising really. I mean who actually bounds out of bed on a Monday morning saying ‘well I’ve had one of the best weekends I’ve had for a very long time, and that force of positivity is going to continue to fly into the working week.Well it might be said by one of those life coach knobheads – who will probably end up being shafted by whichever franchise they paid to join anyway – but the reality is very different. So that being the case, it won’t surprise you to learn that today was an improvement on yesterday. Just an improvement, I wasn’t bouncing off the walls or anything like that, though I reckon my lovely rounded body form could have given it a bash!
There’s me beavering away during my working day. I have to say that I’m never really completely comfortable at my work space, but the one thing that I am doing now is to get up, sometimes taking a stroll too even during calls if I have to. At the end of the day, you’re a long time dead an…