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November, 2017

And so, we head towards the end of 2017.

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

Plans for 2018?

1. I’m going to try and write something at least once week.

2. And take a photo every day.

3. Exercise more.

4. Do more music, record more songs and pieces.

I remember hearing Mark Knopfler say about reaching a point where the road ahead is shorter than the one behind. So, time to start doing things today your future self will thank you for, another nugget I heard the other day.

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And as for Cornwall? Ah…. seems a long time ago now…. one day….

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Back, Once More….

Missed me? Yeah, ya did, just a little.…

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It’s been an interesting month for yours truly. Where to begin….

I could tell you of the fiasco of moving, where utility providers cancel the order you placed, without telling you, repeatedly such that you are disconnected from the wonders of the interweb, fighting to run your web based tutoring business from the car, driving around your new neighbourhood in search of a “hotspot”, or at the very least a slightly tepid one.

Or of property managing agents that seemingly do anything other than that, such that when you turn up at your new HQ, it’s not been cleaned, the flooring hasn’t been done, furniture has been left and the lighting is hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen, along with the light bulbs blown. I won’t repeat the language I used with their many departments, when they told me it was my responsibilty to replace them….

Or I could regale you tales of battle, which have been waged with a rodent infestation, discovered when one of the rats was casually having a mooch in the kitchen sink.

They say in London, you’re never too far from one, for us, they’re above the kitchen, in the roof of the extension. At least, they were. Holes have been plugged up, duct tape has been applied to every possible escape route and traps laid. 3 caught so far, for the others, it’s only a matter of time….

Suffice to say that the one job I ask of the f**king cat, he has categorically failed in his duty to do. And to think I shipped the little bastard from Canada. That’s gratitude for you.

Or I could tell you of the strange evening I spent unknowingly with a high priestess witch, in a pub, whereby, just as I was about to call it a night, she told me of her history and of my natural powers, that she “saw” when she first witnessed me at work. Still you get days like that I suppose….

I felt like Harry Potter, just with a few grey hairs as opposed to a scar on the forehead….

Other than that, it’s good to be back where it all began. Riding the bike around the old place is bringing back memories, with new ones waiting to be made. JB Jnr has plans to film us riding around the park later today, I’ll keep you posted when he pops it up on his You Toob channel.

Stay tuned.

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Education In The UK….

Mocks imminent for my daughter, this is where we stand….

Still no text book, officially, as it is now the case that her school now seems to rely entirely on web based services, some of which keep crashing on pretty much every student I now tutor from her school. Not to mention the fact that there is no explanation as to why they may have got the question wrong, assuming it’s been marked correctly by the site, a fact not always correct itself, so no way for the student to learn from their mistakes.

So, not enough practice. What makes this even more hilarious is that at the recent parents evening, when I was told by the 2 science teachers that she often forgets what they’ve just “taught” I again pointed out to them “that’s what the text book is for” only to be told “Well now, text books aren’t like they used to be.”

“That’s an odd statement,” was my reply, quick as a flash, “for your subject, she’s using the new version of the book I used 25 years ago to get my Physics O Level 6 months early….”

And then practice papers. She has a couple for various science modules, yet, no answers (she’s been told to get them online) and they’re not being checked, so can’t have any missing areas pointed out, covered, or explained, one of the science teachers isn’t there today, she has Wednesday’s off for some reason, Thursday is to be spent doing English Controlled Assessments and Friday, there’s no school, closed, again, for another inset training day.

Mocks begin Monday. I’m not holding out much hope.

In the end, it’s going to be up to me to make sure she’s ready for her science GCSE next May, as, as far as I can she’s been let down badly by what I was told was a great school….

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Recycling…

Today was the day that the chaps came round firstly for the rubbish and secondly for the recycling, the plastic, the glass and what not…

Over the past fortnight, we had duly separated glass from plastic, plastic from glass, cardboard from both, like good little sheep.

I guess that’s not good enough, as the recycling bin was emptied, but the boxes containing excess plastic bottles were left, not to mention the “green” bin containing glass next to it. You’d think that as local councils get paid for this shit, so I’ve been told, they’d take whatever they can get.

So I tell you what, fuck ya. I’m out. The lot can go in the empty rubbish bin I put out week after week, as after composting, there’s nothing left to put in it.