2017, and all that

Sorry, but this post isn't going to be very cheerful. 80%-odd of 2017 was bad enough, bumping along the bottom, or so I thought. Careful what you wish for. October 23 has plumbing the depths of my life into a new nightmare. I've nothing, whatsoever. Would that I had could just die then and there, and no, I couldn't manage even manage that. Karma, I guess. That's what I get for being a boylover, 'they' say would I deserve. Hate to the fullest. Happy New Year.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Felices Navidades

I wish you all a Merry Christmas (Happy Holidays, Saturnalia, etc, as appropriate), I hope everyone has a good day.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

A little escape

After almost six weeks, I've managed an afternoon and early evening trip, on Saturday yesterday, about seven hours door to door. A station journey from 'domicile-ville' to Zone 6 (and return, obviously), a couple of bus jaunts with cuties, to boot - and a visit that didn't work very well in October 23. Yes, I forced myself the pub, my (non-local) local Wetherspoon. But, this time, I avoided any dramas, any blue lights or the like, all very calm - and a pint or two. The best thing I was a vaguely normal person for once. And I've written a few words, too, albeit it about four hours. It's very difficult at the moment, but I'm hopeful at will become easier.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B