Home Sweet Home

Cleaning done. Tea done. Just had left over cold mince beef pie and hot veg. Couldn’t bear to  let it go to waste. It reminded me of having a mince beef roll that M&S used to sell years ago and stopped selling. We used to get it from the one in Durham and I loved it. Other things I love from home are cornbeef pie. My Mum was taught by my Grandma as my Dad is a fussy eater. I love cornbeef pie and chips, my Grandma used to cut the potatoes with a  crinkly cutter. She also used to make chocolate fairy cakes for my sister and I and plain for my Dad. I also love cornbeef hotpot with bread for dipping, just heaven!.

cold pie and veg!

I’ve just been cleaning, it’s my way of ‘sorting my head out’ along with running, and thinking about the fact I’m back at work on Wednesday and there’s not long until end of the year. I’ve still some presents to buy for Xmas and really can’t be fussed. Part of me doesn’t want to stick the decorations up but another thinks I should make the effort and decorate the whole living room. food for thought.

I’m also sorting out my belongings, I just found an art folder in the cellar full of artwork from school-uni. I was ready to tear it up and get rid of it then I stopped and though no. It’s part of me I may think it’s rubbish but I should keep it. Then I found a skeleton drawing which I quite clearly was mean’t to draw the whole thing but didn’t do the size correct or something and part of me thought, I want that on the wall. So next trip to Ikea I’m getting a frame for it.

The skeleton with legs chopped off at the knees
think this was to do with angles


So I need to make a list. I need to make a plan. I need to think what’s important, Remember to catch up with old friends and family once in a while. Spend the day in pyjamas or go for a walk. Keep notebooks with me at all time to write down what I see. To take a camera with me or make sure the phone is charged to capture those things that catches my eye for whatever reason but the first one is to get the kettle on and catch up on some reading.

But I’ll leave you with this


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling
Thank you for reading

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