Can we have summer back please?

I started the day with good intentions, but time passes so quickly with short days. There are reminders that spring will be on the way – once we’ve dealt with winter. This picture is a reminder:

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As with many of my pictures, they’re are not perfect, but there’s enough in them to make me want to look at them over and over again. This one is my new favourite, because I didn’t know I had it. The starlings need a little bit of cleaning up after them and that adds to the story. They also remind me that next year will happen.

My news blackout is gowing reasonably well. This week I’ve avoided 5 Live and the BBC New Channel. Most of my time has been listening to Radio 3 and even with that there’s the hourly news buletins. Radio 3 is tough going at times, but I’m always happy that its there. I have no idea how this will work out for me, but “being informed” seems uterlly pointless. I don’t want opinions about everything and I don’t want to question why some (many) things are not being reported.

I might have said this before, but I’ve stopped caring out other people. For one thing, I have to look after myself. By looking after myself and doing the right things I’m planning that there is a side-effect of positive things happening around me. Other people can do what they want and I no longer feel rage about what other people do or don’t do. In short, Id rather be like this:

Or do I? Sometimes, you have to be the angry young starling. Either way, I’m adding pictures because blogs without them may be well written, but don’t look as good.

In other news, I’m back on the beer. On dark nights it gets me out of the house and exploring. Having the bike, means I can’t have very much. And my extented break from the drink has given me a new respect for the sauce. I will order a half every now and then, get over it! One thing I don’t want to do is drink myself through the dark nights. Or life for that matter.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe, but there is a bright furure out there, but we have to want it and we need to have a vision of what that is.

I have 61 minutes before I need to be somewhere. Luckily, I’m in a place where it’s absoulutely fine to be sitting on your own. I’m typing on the Chromebook in a university town, in exactly the kind of place students, and matures hang out. I expect that they think I’m doing coursework and I like that.

Half or pint? Half or pint?

PINT!