Monday, 3 September 2018

Summer holiday end

Today is the last hurrah of this year's school summer holidays (I believe - I'm not up to speed in that context, given that K finished school in June 2016!), and this year's model has been by far the poorest crop, in terms of eye candy, of my whole adult life. It's completely my fault - I simply haven't been anywhere, apart from a couple of day trips looking at property viewings, and two or three times when I met K for lunch. Basically, I've been a recluse, and almost a willing one, at that. This lunchtime, though, has been a little oasis, for all of fifteen minutes. I was at a bus stop in 'domicile-ville', close to my chemists after getting my regular batch of meds, when I had two 'boy moments', one after the other. The first was with a little guy, 8/9, who was walking his Grandma's dog (by appearances, the woman was 60-something) - he saw me and smiled, I reciprocated, then smiled more widely, twice more, before disappearing into a side street. I was feeling more like a part of humanity already, but 'moment two' was even better - a couple of minutes later, two 13/14 year old cuties arrived, the taller guy being very attractive, and right in my AoA. And not only that, but he spoke to me! He asked me a question, very politely, about the imminent bus, which, sadly, I wasn't able to answer, partly because I simply didn't know, and partly because of my frustratingly poor speech, but I did at least suggest that he could ask the bus driver, which he duly did. I couldn't resist asking if he resolved his problem, and he said he had, thanking me and giving me a very nice smile. Yeah, I know I'm bloody desperate, but any contact with boys, especially cute ones, is better than nothing.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 13 August 2018

Where's the local hermitage?

This hasn't happened to me for quite a while, but I'm in the presence of a heartbreaker. I'm directly opposite (in 'domicile-ville' Wetherspoons) an astonishingly boy, but worse, a boy who resembles, more than a little, the boy. DBJ. I know he's 21 now, more or less, but my mental photograph album is sacrosanct. However pathetic that makes me seem.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Perspective

I'm disappointed that England lost in the World Cup semi-final - I can remember, just, 1966, and all that - but, overall, I'm nowhere near being as gutted as I was when St. Kilda lost in the AFL Grand Finals - 1997, 2009 and 2010 - I've experienced. Maybe I'm not very patriotic at heart, but maybe it's because I'm just a St Kilda 'tragic'!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

What a cutie!!

Just seen a video on the St Kilda website, and I'm in love!

http://www.saints.com.au/video/2018-07-11/get-skoold-tim-membrey

I love Axel almost as much as I love the Saints - but the club just wins! Go Sainters, go Axel!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 30 June 2018

I'm still breathing

Sort of, at least. I'm still in 'domicile-ville', albeit reluctantly, but I'm working on that situation. I had the chance to bid on a flat on Cornwall, but, realistically, it was too expensive for my modest bank account, the 'all in one basket' scenario would've been too risky, even if living in the town concerned would been ideal, in many ways. I also saw a place, literally, a stone's throw from the sea, but just too far-flung to commit to, although I was very tempted. Over the last two days, though, I have seen a flat (only on the internet as yet) that may be 'the one' - it's affordable, in an area I've always liked, green and peaceful, potentially an ideal retirement hideaway, especially for a hermit like me. Early days, but I'm hopeful.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 26 May 2018

Not that simple

Despite the fact that my bank account is full (by my standards) after my pension money was transferred on May 1, doing something sensible about it has been more difficult than I've expected. I've pored, by the hour, at estate agents' websites, almost obsessively, but haven't managed to find 'the one', the home I want to live in for what remains of my life. I'm hamstrung, realistically, by the fact that I haven't got quite enough money for the sort of place I really want, particularly in terms of going back to Cornwall, but even the places I could afford all seem to have snags of one sort or another. To make it worse still, I'm not convinced that a place of my own is worth the hassle anyway. A part of me would be happy with staying put, in boring 'domicile-ville', going to the pub and drinking myself to death. After all, I know that I'll never get the thing that I want most, so what's the point?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Cornwall? Maybe, just maybe!

I've spent hours poring over estate agents' listings (mostly online) since my pension money has been confirmed and transferred into my bank account. I've looked at literally hundreds of properties, both for sale and rent, all over the UK. But when it comes to down it, what I want to do is to get back to 'home', i.e. South East Cornwall, the area I moved to with my family in 2000, the area I hoped to live for the rest of my life. My options are few, really, because I'm not rich at all, by 2018 standards, but I have got enough money to seriously think about a particular flat in the town close to where we used to live. Given my intractable pessimism, I can think of dozens of pitfalls, but, oh, if only....

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B