27
February
Yesterday
I cocked up yet again. I had far too much sugar in a very short time; and that
on top of two pints of Tiger real ale. It’s no wonder I’m was feeling rough
most of the night and still feel rough this morning. Today I shall boost my water
intake by a lot in the hope of washing a good part of it, not that it’s likely
to work like but it’s worth a go.
Earlier
this week I phoned Motability and asked if I can return my Doblo early. We were
hoping they would agree but were not expecting the ‘good condition’ bonus for
doing so. Well, they did agree and they also said that I shall get my bonus of
£250 as well as around a third of the advance payment of £299. We’re happy with
that. They asked me to call the dealer and make arrangements for the car’s
return, and I forgot. So I’ve just made the call and I’m expecting a call back
later today to arrange it. I was hoping for Monday but Jan will be busy that
day so I’ll see when I can arrange it.
And
another nonce gets sent down. Paul Gad didn’t learn anything from two previous
jail terms did he, well, his 17 year stretch this time might teach him the
lessons he needs to learn. At 79 when he get’s out, he should be too old to
play such silly games. Let’s hope eh. And yet it seems that once these people start
along that dark path, they find it hard to get off it. It seems to be a drug
with them, one that they don’t want to give up.
Young
lives are damaged beyond belief and yet there are people who seem to want to
crawl out of the woodwork to make excuses for the abusers. There can be no
excuse for it. One of my novels, House of
Pain, is about how a small group of abuse survivors gain their revenge on
their abusers. I’m sorry but it’s out of print right now but I am working on
bring it back. However, I’m asking, is such revenge ever right? I can certainly
see why some survivors might want to do so. But can it be right for everyone?
That is a hard question methinks.
Gad has
the next 17 years to think about, if ever he does think about it; and yet he
will be in the nonce wing of the prison. Perhaps these people should be in the
general prison population? They would certainly learn the lesson a lot quicker
in there rather than in the cossetted wing with like-minded men. I wonder what
they talk about in there? Do they relive their abuse for their new
acquaintances? If they do is it going to teach them any lessons accept how not
to get caught?
Can I ask
please, how often have you said that you are fine when someone asks how you
are? I’m sure we all do it, no matter we feel. And when you ask it, how many
actually tell you the truth? There’s a reason behind this.
Yesterday
I went into town on my scooter for the first time in ages and I really enjoyed
it. On the way home I called into the Anker, our local pub, again, for the
first time in months. Sat there was an old guy, I say old cos he looks old; yet
he’s the same age as me. Anyway … I asked him how he was; his reply surprised
me, just one word, ‘Lonely!’ So once I got my pint I went and joined him and
passed a pleasant hour with him. He was desperate for me to stay with him but I
couldn’t, I really needed to get home at that time. But how pleasant it was to
be told the truth by someone. How many decent people do we miss out on speaking
to because of that little white lie I wonder?
There I
was stood in the kitchen while the kettle boiled and outside I saw some catkins
with the sun full on them from the left. Here’s the result …
And today’s
funny …
A man walks out of a bar and sees a homeless
man on the corner. And the homeless man says, “Sir, can you spare a buck?”
The man thinks about the question for a bit and asks, “If I give you a
buck, are you going to use it to buy a beer or vodka?” “No, he replies.” The
man then asks, “If I give you a buck are you going to gamble it away?” “No, he replies.” So
the man says, “Come with me and I’ll give you the buck.” He takes the
homeless man home and tells his wife , “See what happens
to people who don’t drink or gamble?”
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