No short changing here – In the name of Thiago – Day 201
I was having a chat with my mate Bill this evening after he twatted me 6-0 in a practice set we played over at Draycott largely in the pouring rain. I was telling him how I still needed to whip round to my Dad’s and then back home to write this blog, by which time I knew I would be tiring.
Bill suggested I just bang out a shorter blog in 15-20 minutes as no-one’s going to think any less of me. He’s quite right, no-one’s going to think any less of me, but there’s something within me that says that if I’m going to consider myself to be a writer, then it would be a dereliction of duty not to provide you lovely people with what perhaps you have come to expect.
And of course, the other reason I feel I need to keep up the good work, is that to do anything else would feel like an insult to the gorgeous little boy above, who gave this blog its name. And that is something I cannot countenance.
After my foul-mouthed tirade towards people whose pets have died inspired by the recommended for you section of Twitter yesterday, today is an opportunity for me to bring to your attention something that was shared with me on Facebook for twats, or as it’s sometimes known LinkedIn.
Prior to starting my employment in local government, I flirted with the idea of forming a career as a voiceover artist. Realistically, I knew I’d always be struggling financially if I pursued this. On top of that, one of the things that I missed the most when I was bunkered up recording audio was social interaction. Ironic now eh? Here’s one I made earlier. The learned Jamie Hickey said I was the most preposterously English sounding person he knows. I think that was a compliment!
The builders – in between dodging showers – have got the roof on now. It’s not been lightning progress but as a believer in slow and steady wins the race myself, I’m very happy. I have to say it looks mint and I’m counting down the days until we can start creating a living space. But equally I’m not getting too far ahead of myself, and I’m certainly not going to push them to finish the job any faster. It takes as long as it takes.
As I mentioned in tonight’s introduction, I have also been over to see the old man tonight. He seemed to be in reasonable fettle and as always, was very happy to see her ladyship. Elisa spent most of the day with her mate Grace before I picked her up this evening to go to Dad’s and although mostly monosyllabic, I could tell that she is much happier.
It’s nice to see Dad’s garden looking so beautiful. It’s only a small space but it’s wonderful to see the pride in his eyes when he looks out the window. It had been a while since I last saw him like that. The thing that would bring me that glow of pride to me would be raising this £10,000 folks. So let’s keep going, this is not the time to back down – there’s no short changing here.