Saturday, 1sy July 2023.
My eldest will be 19 years old in 10 days’ time.
Tepus fugit my friends. Tepus fugit.
I was 19, like yesterday. Sitting on the curb down The Beehive Road. A world of promise before me. Beautiful friends, all ready to be betrayed by selfish wanting.
Those were the days.
Sunday, 2nd July 2023.
Wrecked as usual, but upbeat with a level of energy.
I just made myself a massive coffee.
L-Bobs ordered a Chinese last night, which we barely got half way into before realising that Friday night/mornings abuse prevented us from enjoying it.
We didn’t go out together. We went our separate ways, but father like son. I think he rolled in about 7am. He didn’t get up until 6pm.
I defrosted the freezer. Not like father and son.
He hasn’t done his chores yet, which are taking out the recycling(2000 empty bottles of alcohol) and cleaning his pit, I mean room up.
The positive: I can use the top drawer of my freezer again!
It’s the little things…….
Wednesday, 5th July 2023.
All of a sudden, things got very strange and very busy. We started a new job. My Guv was still on holiday. It’s a huge project, so it has been quite intense. Things also got strange. In a god way. I’ll talk about that another day……..
I’m shattered. Too much driving, too many jobs, too much excitement, and staying up too late.
My Guv is back today. Hopefully, this might ease the pressure.
Tuesday, 11th July 2023.
Nothing got easier. In fact, it probably got worse. Way more hectic. All the way to the end of the week. I promised myself I would get my shit in order over the weekend, but I didn’t. I merely did a handful of jobs to keep afloat.
The flat looks like a bomb has hit it. I’ve really gotta pull my finger out and stop being such a bum.
I slept a lot yesterday. I think it was because the weather was less sticky.
Another meeting today, and visiting all the sites we are running. A lot of walking and talking shit. Then, I MUST GO HOME AND SORT SHIT OUT!!
Buy mum flowers
Get Liz back
SORT MY FUCKING LIFE OUT!