No more Erections

I'm talking of course (filthy people!) about the scaffolding company, Alpine Erections, which caused much merriment and sniggering, and brought a smile to peoples faces all over merseyside. Yes, Alpine Erections has changed it's name to Alpine Scaffolding. It is a sad loss for the world.

Funniest sign I ever saw...a graffitied over sign on the bus which said:

'Thank You for Pot Smoking'

Certainly brightened my day.

It has been a hard few wekks, definately, not helped by a certain insensitive, indiscriminate, filthy whore, who I now hate with a firey destructive passion.
I hope they burn in hell, except that, according to Gary, hell was something the catholics made up. Sounds about right. Anyway, if not hell, then a cremation oven will do, provided I can close the door myself and listen to the screams.

On an unrelated note:

It has also been suggested that I move my blog to another site.
I am not going to do this, as I have had this blog for ages, and I like it, and why the hell should I?
That is all I have to say on the matter.

Time for me to sign off and get some sleep.
Ooh ooh, I went swimmig today! Ten whole lengths. Well what do you expect I have done NOTHING for the last 6 months.

What Life is This?

What life is this
Where viciousness and hate
Out weights the love?
What life is this,
Where past hurt
impairs your future?
What life is this,
Where anger lives
And forgiveness is a dream?
What life is this?
Leave your anger at the door,
Break your jealousy.
Send away you fear and pain.
Reach for happiness.
What life is this,
If hatred taints your dreams?

Hard times.

It has been a hard couple of weeks.
For my man especially, and I have tried my hardest to be there for him and support him, and it has been tough for me as well.
On wednesday 28th March He went to New York, he took his cousin there as a birthday present. I was missing him, but coping with his absence. On Thursday 29th March his nan died. I received a voice message on my mobile after work, with Him telling me that he had just found out and that he was getting aflight back the following day. He was devastated...His nan was like a second mother to him and had lived with his mum and brother and him for the whole of their lives. She had helped to bring them up. She was 89.
I took the day off work the following day to be with him when he got home. He was exhausted, but pleased to see me, and said he had missed me. He seemed ok on the outside, but I knew he was just supressing the pain and devastation he was feeling. The weekend was spent organising and clearing the spare room for his brother who was coming back from australia for the funeral. It was a difficult few days, every little thing remided the family of Doris. I tried my best to offer comfort and support, but still felt like an intruder at their grief. The only thing that prevented me from leaving was the fact that He said he needed me there to help him. He was trying to be so strong for his mum, he could cry and grieve himself except when he was alone with me. Then he could cry and I held him and stroked his hair and comforted him. It broke my heart to see him so upset.
His brother got back on tuesday, and the funeral was arranged for friday. I was asked not to go to the funeral because of certain circumstances which I agreed and understood, but I took the day off and was there when He came back.
Lowering his nan in to the ground was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Seeing him so fragile was the hardest thing I have ever seen.
Things are a little easier now. The funeral gave him closure and he was greatful for my support. He kept telling me I was wonderful, but I only did what anyone would have done...offered a shoulder to cry on and arms to wrap him in. I love him. I could do no less.