White noise

If you tuned in earlier expecting to read one of my banal, humourless brainfarts then you will have been disappointed.

Or delighted at the silence, as the case may be.

I have been busy.

One of the things I love about going away for two weeks is the complete lack of responsibility.  Paintjob needs a touchup? Someone else's responsibility.  Garden looking overgrown?  Not my problem.  Roof leaking again?  Couldn't give a shit.

One of the things I hate about going away for two weeks is coming home to a backlog of crappy little jobs around the place that delighted in piling up in my absence.

I'm knackered!

I think I need a holiday.

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White noise — 7 Comments

  1. My neighbour was obsessed with trimming his garden.Then 6 months ago he died.The garden is still alive now and thriving without intervention;he is where he is.Everything is relative.

    • The only problem with my garden is that it looks like I died ten years ago.  Some parts of it are now totally inaccessible.

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