Back to work and I don’t care

Well I’m back to reality now. I have returned to work. I am very fortunate that I have a job that I enjoy.

It’s still a very weird experience for me to have time off holiday from work and not dread going back. My last job lasted 9 years. I couldn’t wait to go on holiday and I never wanted to go back. It’s weird but it’s true. It’s almost as if I have been conditioned to dread going back to work.

I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to go back to work. I mean, I got to spend a lot of time with my wife over the last seven days and I’ve had a rather fantastic and relaxing week. It was far from a nice, easy segue back into the a coffee shop. The very first order was like 9 drinks. It’s ok though.

I think I’m getting a cold. Bugger.

Last day of my holiday

Today this is very late. Why? Well it’s the last day of my holiday and I wanted to cram some last stuff in before I went to work. EVERYTHING is running late but it’s OK. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt it’s that nothing’s set in stone.


“Shit alley”

So I went to visit my parents. Whilst I was there, my sister and niece came over and we walked her dog. I say dog, I use the term loosely. It’s like a little bundle of lint. I am messing around. He is very endearing. It was nice spending time with my sister and niece as I don’t get to see them that much.

I also got to hang out with my parents for a while. We chatted about various things, we had beans on toast. I like it that nothing much has changed between me and my parents in the 31 years I’ve been on this earth.

When I got back my wife and I played Monopoly and somehow, I won. I bought an entire side of the board with hotels as well as the utilities and three out of the four railways. I dubbed my side “shit alley”. Pretty much anywhere you landed down that side will mean me getting money up to a value between £200 and £1200. I felt a little bad winning but we both had a lot of fun.

I’m a new convert to Monopoly

Our copy of Monopoly. It was my Nan's and is about 55 years old.

Our copy of Monopoly. It was my Nan’s and is about 55 years old.

Yesterday I played Monopoly with the wife. I only bring this up because I don’t play Monopoly ever. As far as games go I don’t find it enjoyable at all. I think in the 31 years that I’ve been alive I’ve played it maybe 5 or 6 times. My opinion soured further when I heard people proudly telling me how they like to win the game (a tactic more suited to “Connect 4” or “Noughts and Crosses” where they would buy one of each colour so no one but them could build houses) and it turned me off the game further. The wife and I have “Queensberry Rules” to stop that kind of thing from happening. As well as the auction rule that my wife and I didn’t know about.

One of the things that drags a game of Monopoly out is the fact that you have to land on a square should you want to buy it, well that’s not actually true. It’s in the official rules. Basically if someone else lands on a square you want and they don’t want it, it should go straight to auction with the property going to the highest bidder. It levels the playing field out a lot and makes it a lot more enjoyable.

I am now a convert of Monopoly. I love it. We’re playing later on. It’s now less about money-grubbing and more about the perils of property ownership.


They weren’t nightmares but they kept me awake

I had a weird night’s sleep last night. I kept having this odd dreams that would leave me feeling somewhat unsettled (they were at times aggressive and perilous). I wouldn’t call them nightmares per se but they did enough to keep me awake.

For as long as I can remember I have always been snide at people who believe that dreams mean something but after last night my opinion has changed (a tiny amount). I don’t think that the dreams I had were symbolic of anything but it was more my brain running away with some ideas and how I dealt with them. One of my dreams was someone let off a firework in an empty classroom and and not run away and let it explode, I did my best to throw it outside so it would do minimal damage. I don’t know if I would do that in life but it’s nice that in “dream world” I did do it.

I feel OK about the stuff I dreamt last night / early this morning but I have noticed a steady increase in those kinds of dreams. It’s not nice but hopefully I can deal with them alright.

The internet Gods heard my plea…

I like to write my blog write after my mediation as I think it clears out my mind and I am more able to think of stuff to write. My blog was down for a total of seven hours and after I tweeted the above, it was up. How neat is that?

Norwich Vinyl Haul

Monkees, Lennon and Bowie win!

Anyway, I sit here listening to some vinyl that I picked up yesterday. I love getting albums I adore on vinyl. It makes me so very happy. I love that the pieces I picked up yesterday have no proper connection at all. It’s very much disjointed. Annoyingly, as you know I am a massive David Bowie fan and honestly, it’s the wrong time for me to pick up any of his vinyl. In the shop I visited there were only a couple of them there and I only managed to pick up “Let’s Dance” because it was misfiled. It’s a fantastic album with hit after hit on it.

I also got a copy of John Lennon’s “Mind Games”. It’s obviously a classic down to the fact that John Lennon didn’t record that many albums. I love it because it was the first solo Beatles album I ever heard and it blew me away.

The last one I got was “Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd.” by the Monkees. It cost me £6 and the price ticket just fell off because the glue had dried up because it had been in that shop for that long. Funnily enough, I had a list of records I wanted to pick up yesterday and this was the only one that was on the list that I managed to get. The Monkees aren’t considered a credible force in music but I argue that this album specifically shows that they certainly knew how to be a pop band. It’s just magnificent from start to the end with a sprinkling of mid-60s psychedelia and humour that the time was known for.

I’m tempted to actually start reviewing more obscure albums. It’s just an idea at the moment but the criteria would be “any album not in the Rolling Stones Top 100 albums”. It’ll probably never happen.

I went shopping in Norwich yesterday to spend a gift card that someone had got me for Christmas. A gift card for a shop that I’ve never been in before. A shop that I have no intention in ever going in again. Luckily for me they sold stationary and Lego. I bought a ton of Moleskines. Yes, I’ve already got loads of them but what harm will more do? The shop is snobby and I felt like scum as I was shopping in there.