Frustrated, more than usual

I'm well aware that many people will consider what I'm going to say falls in the 'too much information' category, but I'm going to say it regardless. Maybe because it's springtime, but I've been rather horny in the last few days. Apart from the obvious considerations of my health and age, this presents me with more than the usual problems - or more, the continuation of the problems I've had for the years, namely my sexuality. I've seen several cute boys, and even a girl or two to my liking, too, over the past weekend, given that it's still the school holidays, and that it's been fairly nice, weather-wise, but the familiar 'double-edged sword' cliché has been prevalent. I've veered between loving the eye candy and feeling borderline depressed, given the fact that I've got virtually no chance of any contact, even to speak a young person, never mind more. I'm not suggesting that I'm on the point of doing something damaging to an innocent bystander, or even to myself, but the pressure has been raised somewhat. What can I do about the situation? Nothing, in all probability. Life is shit, then you die.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Kenzie

It's the first day of the school holidays, and it's been a nice day weather-wise, too, ideal for meandering around and watching the world go by. The nicest view I've seen (so far, at least!) has been a fair-haired boy, with particularly lovely green eyes, on a bus with his mother and sister (I was just behind them, so I couldn't help hearing most of their conversations). As ever, he was gone all too soon, the old 'ghost' syndrome coming to the fore, but still better than not seeing him at all. Kenzie, you've made my day!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Blondy

Now that I'm starting to get my bearings with my 'new pastures', it seems that the area is fairly well stocked with 'eye candy'. One example is a guy I've seen five times now, over the last two weekends, and he's cute. 12-ish, tall for his age, long, coltish legs, nice face, and very blond, with almost white hair. Most of the occasions I've seen him so far have been from my kitchen window - there's a small park/playground close by - but I've seen him by the local bus stop, too. Now that the clocks have gone forward, and the weather is better (hopefully!), I'll be keeping my eyes peeled! Not, of course, that I'll expect to engage him in conversation any time soon, but just seeing him is a bonus.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

The prom

This trip has been novel, for some years, at least. I've been walking - albeit only for half an hour or so - along a seaside promenade. And it's been bracing, as they say - it's not officially Spring until tomorrow, after all! This particular prom is one I've visited before, but not for nearly twenty years - K was in a buggy, all of eighteen months old, the last time I was here. You can have too much of a good thing, though, so I've swapped the sea breezes for a warm Wetherspoons and a pint or two - everything in moderation, and all that!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

The North

The North West, at least. It's finally happened, I'm officially living at the flat, albeit with a considerable amount of help from my brother and sister-in-law over the last 24 hours - they've just left to travel back to their place. Now it's done, I'm comfortable in the decision I've made - I've bought a pretty good flat in a reasonable area, everything seems to be working, more or less, and at a bargain price. The downside is there's supposed be a storm due this evening in this area. Mind you, I don't have to go out at all today now, so I'll aim to chill out!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Householder!

As of about of 30 hours ago, I'm officially back on the property ladder. It almost failed to happen yesterday, though, due to a piece of crass incompetence by the estate agents - I was very annoyed (and K was very embarrassed by my reaction), but they found a way to solve the problem, which otherwise would've meant another 450 mile round trip for me and a day's delay, releasing the keys to me just after midday. I was still grousing about the incident on the bus to the flat, but my spirits were very much lifted as soon as the door opened, reminding me what I'm getting for my money. The flat was in immaculate order, all the furniture and fittings were as described and, as far as I could see, all working. If I'd had some bedding and a change of clothes, I could've stayed there last night. As things worked out, though, I'm back in 'domicile-ville' at the moment - K had to head back to uni today, and I haven't got the wherewithal to move house yet - my brother will be helping me, but he's not available for a couple of weeks, but by the end of the month, I'll be living in the place permanently. My home. Just awesome!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Virtually there!

Within the last 90 minutes, I've completed the last bit of bureaucracy with the solicitors as regards the flat (as well as draining two thirds of my bank account!), meaning that the next transaction with the property will be picking up the keys on Thursday morning/lunchtime. My home! Amazing! To make it even better, K should be with me when it goes through - looking after her investment, I guess, given that she will be the beneficiary of my estate, such as it is, when the time comes. So, back to the North West, after almost 20 years. Plus ça change, and all that.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B