lost my mind…now what????

Monthly Archives: May 2017

I’ll never tire of images that portray strong females…especially children…

I see stuff…lots of stuff…strange stuff, cool stuff…bad stuff…I live in a big ole city ya know?

Saw a MAN motorhome today…assuming they were tourists on a roadtrip…

I’d love to see a Fire-breathing dragon…

This one in Illinois…

I looked at dining room tables because I want to get a friend a new one

Found some street art…

I hate the city…would move to the country in a split second…but in my better moments I find pics and so much I don’t click…so very much…

I’m too old for toddlers…but I’d raise them if I made them

I remember reading an article a few years ago about Rod Stewart becoming a father again. He’s in his 60’s at least. Fair play to him I thought.

The subject of age and fatherhood is now on the agenda again. But a bit closer to home.

Having become a father to Little Miss OMG not long before my 40th Birthday.

(A fact Herself takes every opportunity to remind me of.) She has even gone a step further and calculated what age I will be for her various milestones.

I’ll be 48 when she makes her First Holy Communion. 51 for her Confirmation. 57/58 when she finishes secondary school and 60 the year she turns 20.

None of these numbers make much difference to me. But, and its a big but, I am starting to worry I won’t be able to keep up.

I’m starting to get a middle aged spread!…

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Sometimes a chap justs clicks…you know?

Inchcock Today


Wednesday 19th April 2017

Malagasy: Alarobia 19 Aprily 2017

Woke with a hell of a jump around 0420hrs. Bad night I think?

Headphones on the floor, pen and notepad in the middle of the room on the carpet and I was balancing half-in/half-out of £300 second-hand recliner in the most unseemly and uncomfortable fashion and precariously balanced position – and needing the porcelain urgently. I struggled to get myself back into the seat somehow, took a while and bit of pain to do so, then I lowered the shuddering machine and got myself out and to the wetroom for the wee-wee. Treading on the pick-up stick and bending it and stubbing a toe again on the way.

Made it just in time for the wee-wee. The innards told me I needed a heavy duty job, but after what seemed at the time, an hour of trying, nothing moved or happened. Oh dear?


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He wasn’t my son but I watched grow…till 2-18-12 when he went home…


I suspect many of us struggle to remember names…l certainly do!!! I’m equally sure I’ve unintentionally hurt people’s feelings when they relieze I don’t know their names…after 6mo of regular contact…so for all the Dorothys out there my sincerest apologies

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