Am pissed and feeling somewhat blue. Not sure that Child Benefit was created to splurge on wine and fags but believe me, my child benefits from such perks.
Some freelance work I was really praying for has been rudely yanked from my grasp. Oh horrors - I will have to go on Income Support. Single mother living in Peckham, blah, blah.
Monday, 18 February 2008
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Dulwich Woods
Just come back from two hour walk in Dulwich Woods with the borrowed dog and a friend (didn't borrow him). It's an absolutely glorious spring day.
The bird song was wonderful - could hear wood pigeons and blackbirds and a woodpecker pecking his heart out. Saw crows, magpies, tits and parakeets - quite a colony of them in this part of SE London.
Must be time to wash down the washing line and start hanging out the clothes again but I am the Queen of Procrastination, so I'm sure I'll find something else to do.
The bird song was wonderful - could hear wood pigeons and blackbirds and a woodpecker pecking his heart out. Saw crows, magpies, tits and parakeets - quite a colony of them in this part of SE London.
Must be time to wash down the washing line and start hanging out the clothes again but I am the Queen of Procrastination, so I'm sure I'll find something else to do.
Saturday, 9 February 2008
Friday, 8 February 2008
King Alfred I
Have friend's dog for weekend. Went to Peckham Rye. There have been reports of a kingfisher on the duck pond. Sat for half an hour; saw canada geese, terns, ginger headed ducks, moorhens, pigeons, parakeets and ravens, but no kingfisher. Sad.
But a splendid day - so warm and loads of trees sporting blossom. It's good to walk!
Just burned pizza in oven - completely inedible. Absolutely nothing to do with the wine donated by dog-owning-friend consumed.
But a splendid day - so warm and loads of trees sporting blossom. It's good to walk!
Just burned pizza in oven - completely inedible. Absolutely nothing to do with the wine donated by dog-owning-friend consumed.
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Has Spring Sprung?
Still no job - beginning to panic. But I'm not feeling as blue as I was. The days are getting longer and I feel a little optimistic.
I took a friend's dog for a walk round Nunhead Cemetery last Sunday. There were heaps of snowdrops which are so heartening to see. A brisk walk must be better than anti-depressants. Note to self: get a dog!
Burgeoning spring reminds me that my garden is an utter mess. I started to relay the lawn last summer and gave up. Now it is a weedy, boggy morass. I am brilliant at starting projects but hopeless at finishing anything. Perhaps I shall just get chickens and pretend it's a farmyard.
That reminds me, I must go and finish the baby blanket I am knitting for a friend. She gave birth on Sunday to a bonny boy so I really must complete it before he is three.
I took a friend's dog for a walk round Nunhead Cemetery last Sunday. There were heaps of snowdrops which are so heartening to see. A brisk walk must be better than anti-depressants. Note to self: get a dog!
Burgeoning spring reminds me that my garden is an utter mess. I started to relay the lawn last summer and gave up. Now it is a weedy, boggy morass. I am brilliant at starting projects but hopeless at finishing anything. Perhaps I shall just get chickens and pretend it's a farmyard.
That reminds me, I must go and finish the baby blanket I am knitting for a friend. She gave birth on Sunday to a bonny boy so I really must complete it before he is three.
Thursday, 3 January 2008
New Year Ramblings
Have drunk far too much, too early (Tesco Express really shouldn't discount Jacob's Creek Shiraz Cabernet - have they no social responsibility?)
I am somewhat bothered by new year resolutions. I haven't made any but feel I should. Give up drinking, smoking, whingeing?
Am entering new year in somewhat depressed mode. Have been ousted from a job I've had for 11 years - new brooms can be so harsh. I have to find a job by the end of the month, trouble is, I rather like being at home.
I can't help thinking those 70's bra burners did us women a huge disservice. My mother's generation had it so good - not expected to work out of the home, honoured or at least not looked down on for being stay-at-home wives/mothers. And while I'm being retrospective, what happened to being served at petrol stations; milk, papers and groceries being delivered the norm; seats being offered and doors held open? Sometimes I think progress is crap.
As a single mother, I have to find a job that pays well enough to live reasonably, ends before my daughter gets home and gives me the school holidays off. Can't help thinking that's as likely as me winning the premium bond jackpot from my 40+ year old £5 stake. Never won a bean to date.
Oh how cathartic blogs are - I can moan to the ether.
Do you think Pepys/Evelyn et al wrote for personal catharsis or posterity? Is a blog merely a vanity? Probably, but since this will indubitably not be read by anyone (who Googles Peckham blogs?), I shall continue for my own sake.
Happy New Year to anyone out there.
I am somewhat bothered by new year resolutions. I haven't made any but feel I should. Give up drinking, smoking, whingeing?
Am entering new year in somewhat depressed mode. Have been ousted from a job I've had for 11 years - new brooms can be so harsh. I have to find a job by the end of the month, trouble is, I rather like being at home.
I can't help thinking those 70's bra burners did us women a huge disservice. My mother's generation had it so good - not expected to work out of the home, honoured or at least not looked down on for being stay-at-home wives/mothers. And while I'm being retrospective, what happened to being served at petrol stations; milk, papers and groceries being delivered the norm; seats being offered and doors held open? Sometimes I think progress is crap.
As a single mother, I have to find a job that pays well enough to live reasonably, ends before my daughter gets home and gives me the school holidays off. Can't help thinking that's as likely as me winning the premium bond jackpot from my 40+ year old £5 stake. Never won a bean to date.
Oh how cathartic blogs are - I can moan to the ether.
Do you think Pepys/Evelyn et al wrote for personal catharsis or posterity? Is a blog merely a vanity? Probably, but since this will indubitably not be read by anyone (who Googles Peckham blogs?), I shall continue for my own sake.
Happy New Year to anyone out there.
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