Thursday, 1st June 2023.
It pretty much went downhill since Tuesday. I quickly fell back under the shadow. As is the norm. Depression reigns in an unstable mind.
I had had my 2 weeks in the light. Feeling good. What have you. Now, the clouds cometh.
Pete Fenton knows. I also find that if I don’t work, I don’t get any peace of mind.
I’ve spent the last 2 days skivving in my Guv’s back garden and office. He is having the roof replaced, so we have been moving the works to his conservatory. He has also taken this opportunity to hire a skip and de-junk. Work is work, money is money.
Friday, 2nd June 2023.
I worked. I worked because I needed the money. It meant that Liza had to do the wedding alone. I feel bad. I’m generally feeling bad.
I’m feeling worthless.
Yeah. I’m feeling worthless.
I’m working tomorrow. Hopefully, it will be short…..Hopefully.
Saturday, 3rd June 2023.
It was short, but I had to drive it as the trains are all fucked,..again! The job was in Newman Street. Just off Oxford Street. I got parking.
Now I’m at home,listening to The Kinks, Al Green and Otis Redding.
Sunday, 4th June 2023.
The rest of yesterday went as chemically as it always seems to. Lubricated well with alcohol. I feel alright, though. Talked to some chums……it was cool.
Monday, 5th June 2023.
Age is against us, my friends, but we will survive to fight together again, at least, just once more.
No news is good news these days, but I’ve decided to use my immortality for good. I’m not putting that much effort in, I’m just being supportive. My dear friends, I love you, you vile jellies!
No work again, and no work looming. I decided to continue with my weekend lifestyle for another day, but a few bits of adulting…..
I went to visit the ‘rents. This was the usual mobile phone tutorial, going through their gas/electric bills, as my dad is convinced they are ripping him off.
“THEY’RE RIPPING US ALL OFF DAD!“
Then I had the usual 5 minute/repeat conversation with my mum.
As I said, usual stuff.
Then I popped to see Carter, only to find she was all run down and poorly. She has just started a special diet in prep for an operation she is having in a couple of weeks’ time. I suspect that is the cause. I sorted out a couple of bits for her and gave her a cuddle.
No.3 – Big Shop
That’s that then. I lugged it all up the stairs, put it all away. Then I had lunch.
The last thing that happened doesn’t matter, but….
“Could you be any more fairweather? Life is not just about what you want! Be a friend or fuck off!“
Anyway, moving on. I think I’ll have another Mary.
16:42
A bonus phone call/put the world to rights conversation with the Dodster. Lovely. I suppose I’d better cook the chilli then.