I can’t help myself but other than most people my favourite subject is Autumn, specifically Autumn in England. I have no logical explanation for this, maybe it has something to do with a how I felt decades ago living in Old Hall in England. Then again, Autumn in this place is equally wonderful and happy.
A few years ago I wrote this poem, Why I love those places. It may also be connected to this feeling of excitement, a gut feeling so to speak as it was then and it is like that again my current mood and I like it. Thinking back after nearly thirty years of those times I was young and free doesn’t make me sad, they are very strong and happy memories.
I was born within fifteen minutes after my twin brother. And I grew up like any normal child in those late sixties, early seventies.
At first nothing seemed wrong but soon problems started to appear, I couldn’t sit still (read my Blog ‘I CAN’T SIT STILL!‘). And if that wasn’t all, my behaviour as a child became worse over the years. Little was known about ADHD in those days and it didn’t even have a name (except ‘Disobedient’), let alone the abbreviation ADHD nor the description ‘Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder’ was invented. In those days I was just a ‘difficult child’ as opposed to my twin brother, who seemed to have it all.
I am not a Roman Catholic myself but I do respect their ways of experiencing their belief and this is why I wear this medal of Saint Francis. On the back it says “Pray for us”, Saint Francis is the Patron Saint for the poor.
This little medal reminds me to pray for them every now and then. I was poor once and living on the streets. That was a long time ago but I have not forgotten the kindness received from people, a meal, a sandwich and occasionally a drink. Very rarely I was offered a bed and shower and once a few quit to spend on clothing at the Salvation Army shop.
Do not forget the poor, do not forget them in your prayers, God bless you.
I never recovered from that fire alarm that went off early this morning, I just can’t stop yawning all day long.
This morning we were all ‘alarmed’ so to speak when my beloved woman decided to use deodorant spray right underneath the fire and smoke detector. Not a wise idea as it appeared.
I tried to go to sleep again after that but when I lay in bed after I switched it off I just had to laugh. I mean, how many times in your life will it happen that you stand on a chair at 6 in the morning in front of the love of your life shouting, “it’s ok love don’t panic, I love you dear!”? Butt naked?
Getting the boot at a previous employer for nearly 9 years was a wise lesson for me five years ago. A terribly sad lesson but wise nonetheless.
I had my entire heart in this company, I was involved before it even started and I watched it grow, helped to build it up and expand and see it turn into a multi million Euro business with over 50 co-workers divided over two locations in Swampyland.
But it didn’t last in spite of my devotion to The Company as I always proudly called it, I got the exit talk anyway and was laid off the same day. Later I learned the only reason for my misery was sheer jealousy from a colleague who feared I was after his job, it wasn’t even because of how I functioned as my KPI scores were good.
Ever since I was a child I was fascinated by tube amplifiers, record players, type writers, hand wound wrist watches and sixties electrical model railways, you know, the kind with little electrical motors made by Hornby, Tri-ang, Märklin and such.
Of course my life as a teenager was not complete without a Wilson steam engine and when my mates got a computer for their birthday, a Sinclair MSX for example, I asked my parents for another book, some pieces of track for my railway or a new fountain pen. I loved the smell of that Pelikan ink pot, the sound of that little loco humming slowly on the tracks and as I had only a very few friends I spent many hours in my room in the attic of our terraced house.
Today is Christa and my wedding anniversary. 20 years we’ve been married now. My gift to her were these two Delft Blue figurines, farmer boy and girl in traditional clothes kissing.
You can buy them in any tourist gift shop in Amsterdam, Rotterdam or The Hague in Swampyland. I bought mine in The Hague, Scheveningen Boulevard to be precise. There is a funny anecdote related to these figurines, I will tell you about it.
Being an eccentric writer in Swampyland I am entitled to using unusual means of transport I think so I have got it now owning a limited speed vehicle, a Microcar MC Campus SXI model 2008 to be precise.
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