Grumpy

I'm not sure I can do this. Blogging, that is. Wrong personality, I suspect. Why would someone who likes to think he is reasonably sane write a blog that no-one is likely to have any interest in reading? It would make at least as much sense to keep a diary, either on paper or in a file on my computer. It might be different if I were a compulsive writer or a professional wordsmith or famous, but I'm none of those. I'm just your average middle-aged bloke trying to muddle through and getting it wrong quite often.

I've been grumpy and snappish recently and can't seem to snap out of it. Life feels tough even though by any objective measurement it's really not that bad.

Damn, bad blogger

There, I've done it again. Missed several days.

My cleaner has just told me she's stopping at the end of the month. Cleaning my house, that is. She's been such a good friend over the last five years and has seen me through a lot of grief. It's such an intimate thing, having a cleaner. Maybe even more intimate when a single man has a female cleaner. She's been the main woman in my life. I don't think there's anyone else that I've seen as often as weekly over the last five years. It's going to be a hard act to follow.

The first of July!

Someone I know slightly was telling me how she lived in Brighton for a while. She compared Brighton to Totnes. I mentioned that there were a lot more gay people in Brighton than in Totnes. She said that she had lived right in the middle of the gay area. Something like Kempton, but she said everyone called it Camp Town. It hadn't occurred to me that she might be gay or that I might have caused offence. Sometimes I'm a bit thick.

My five year old son likes the cinema, enjoyed a 3D movie this afternoon, but on balance preferred to watch it without the 3D glasses. I think I prefer bright 2D to dull 3D. There were some wonderful 3D moments but it's just not good enough yet. The movie was Ice Age 4. Milking the franchise.