There I was, thinking I haven’t blogged for nigh on eight years, man and
slightly older man, but apparently I have published informative works on a
variety of topics including Water Filtration systems, religious imprecations for
supporting Christianity in Africa, Gold bullion buying and a few penissy things.
I've also threatened myself numerous times for not paying debts I don't owe for
things I haven’t bought.
Honestly, I've been working hard in my absence. I'm
impressed with myself.
Which is not new.
Other than that, I have been off
experiencing life as a bipedal mammal with a family and that, it turns out, does
take up a fair portion of the day. Today I was idly looking down the internet
tubes when I spied my ol' blog here, so I thought I'd give it a quick tidy up,
as if it were some sort of unruly digital pubic hair not seen for some time,
surprising one when finally revealed with it's unkempt abundance and wild
direction.
I still work for the ambulance service because I'm institutionalised. My sprogs
are now teenagers who, I must grudgingly admit, appear to be people in their own
rights. The world is making less sense the older I get and I think that could be
because if everybody else, not me. This is completely the opposite of what I
used to think, so I’m going to class it as a form of self-improvement. I hope
you are as well as the universe allows, and are able to do the best you can with
what you have. Peace
