A Day of No Mishaps

Up at 7am and asleep by 7pm. What can I say! With all of the children at school there is the ultimate freedom that I will inevitably embrace, come September. At present, I need to be at home, pretty much 24 / 7 as the little ones day at preschool is but three hours in the morning. Will I really have the chance to leave the house for several hours each and every weekday? I felt guilty this morning as I saw a friend, Richard at 10am and visited a farm shop in a small village in Oxfordshire. Very pleasant staff and a real old style butchers. They even had the fake green plastic clover surrounding the packaged meats in the chill cabinets. I haven’t seen that since my childhood. Is veal back on he menu? I hope so as four sirloin steaks came in at £20, two frozen Madagascan Mega Prawns for a tenner and three packs of Toulouse, wild boar and duck sausages, another tenner! I was back at 12.30 and Sindy graciously held on until I returned. All that nosh now hidden away in the freezer, John is in for a real treat as he absolutely loves wild game. There was some venison steak and pigeon breast in the shop too.

I actually felt guilty for my not being there when the little ones arrived home from preschool. Habits are habits after all. I am going to have to think long and hard as to my new direction after next September. What can I do with a new found independence, what tangent could I possibly take? A lot to consider, but even before this juncture, I do want to continue within the art of the written word. I’m considering a book of short stories! What do you think? Obviously the children would be considerations. I’m thinking a kind of rewrite of some of ‘Aesop’s Fables’ but using scenarios being acted out by Amritsar, Tara, Thor, Aaliyah and Caleb, the outcome being the learning of a moral outcome! What do you think? Is it a worthy project to undertake? I think a big injection of humour would be essential, but my writing, up until now has always been factual. How does one consider a step over to the other side – fiction. That’s a big step to take. Is my imagination feeling fertile enough? Any advice from out there would be massively appreciated.

On other matters – like you all, I am very tired of the BREXIT issue. Even without bringing a political point of view to this diary, my head continues to feel sore from all of the discord surrounding this state of affairs and complete disarray. I will be glad when we can all see some resolve.

And a settled future.

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A Gay Dad reflecting on life in the Shires of England with my not so famous five and two rapscallion Dalmatian hounds

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