It has been suggested to me recently that my blog is atypical.
Excuse me - what is a typical blog??
I read hundred. The whole point of blogging is to write whatever you like.
So mine is personal.
I don't very often venture to ranting about the state of the world we live in, discussing the news etc etc.
That's because I don't really take much notice of world events, living as I do like most of us in my own little bubble, making the best of the cards I've been dealt with and I'm generally too busy living - and getting too much pleasure out of being alive - to have much regard for world politics.

It was claimed that I am self-centred and write only about me to boast to everyone about how great my life is.
You missed the point.
I've been a diarist for twenty-odd years and have a shelf of many volumes of inane ramblings about the day to to day existence of this guy called me.

Yes, but who wnats to read that shit? It doesn't mean anything to anyone.
It doesn't have to. I don't write to be read.

But, I do feel quite strongly that Ordinary People, like myself, are far more interesting and worthy of respect that the celebrities we are generally gossiping about, reading about and generally being spectacularly unimpressed with.
Real Life in fact, is where it's at.
More of us need to be honest and comfortable with ourselves to have even the slightest chance of being honest and comfortable with other people.

This is a blog about the Real Life of an ordinary bloke getting on with it.
Living life from within.
Its a great view. You can see the river and everything.

Well, we can at least, having today cut about 8ft off the top of our neighbour's laburnum. Horrible thing,a nd witht he buddleia opposite pruned to oblivion we now have light back into the garden and a view. Of sorts.
OK so you can only actually see The Water at high tide, and down between two houses. Its much better from up here in my loft studio.

Took two car loads of branches etc to the tip this morning. Always a weird experience. It's a very busy place now.
This is where large numbers of European migrants spend a lot of their time - hovvering around as you open the boot. A fascinating culture. They've even erected a proper shed-thing to keep the stuff dry that might have some "sell-on" value.
Branches and leaves don't have much of that.
Great day bumbling around with the family in the sunshine.
We bought a garden bench for M, for his 80th birthday next week, and a kettle BBQ for my Dad who's 65 the same day.

We raise our hearts to the Strange Phenomena

And LC now has a Big Girl's Bed. Kink has given us some of her linen and a duvet. It's a bit old for my baby one, and terribly crass (Groovy Chick, anyone??), but a kind gift and she's dead pleased with it.
And she's settled staright into it too. First night without Sides.
I wonder what she'll get up to in the morning.
Poor old Flo could be in for an early start...