I have had a really generous mystery box from Bull Brand which I will blog about at the weekend. Tonight I am preparing for transition. It is time.

If you have my home address, delete it. It is no longer my address.

Tomorrow I get the keys to a new home and start closing down the appalling bills attached to this one. A particular harpy is in for a hell of a shock because a lot of what she’s had for free for the last 30 years isn’t going to be free next week.

It’s going to be a tight month because this month is rent plus deposit. There’ll be a little gap while I get internet installed in the new place. The new phone will keep me online in the interim but I can’t type long posts on it.

You know by now why I’m not making more money than I immediately need. This will change and it will change big time once I shed the parasite who will take at least half of it from me. ‘Take me for everything I have’… good luck. I have nothing 🙂

I am also applying for a new job. Its ambitious because it’s outside my experience range but then so was the janitor job. It’s a lecturing job so it’s far further inside my range than a shop janitor job. It’s possible…

I know Boss will be upset at my leaving, she told me so in a fit of attempted emotional blackmail. I really don’t want to let her down but I now need to increase my earnings – I have to pay law fees and they can get very nasty indeed. As could the coming months.

New home, new job, new partner, new life. I said a long time ago that I’d smash my life and start again but I didn’t really think it would be quite so complete. Yet here it is. Tomorrow I have the keys to it.

The new flat is not a permanent home. It’s a bolt hole for the next six months or so. Big enough for two but not nearly what I want for the future. There will be more and bigger changes to come – except one. There is going to be one permanence in my life and she knows who she is, and so do you. Everything else is fluid and chaotic at the moment but I have one fixed point to rely on.

That’s all I need. One focus.

Around that one focus I can put everything else in chaos and not just survive it. I will absolutely revel in it. The Gates of Hell are now nearly fully opened.

Bring it on.


33 thoughts on “Transition

  1. Good luck to both of you. Print this out and nail it to your new bathroom mirror. On reflection, sticky tape might be better;


    Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
    Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, for they too have their story.
    Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others you may become vain and bitter for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
    Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, for however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
    Exercise caution in your business affairs for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
    Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
    Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
    Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
    With all it’s sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
    Be careful.
    Strive to be happy.

    Max Ehrmann (1872–1945)

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  2. “And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by”
    Sounds like you’ve got the star sorted – so good luck with it all squire, and as has been said before there’s a lot of us out here if you ever need a hand with anything

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      • Don’t worry about it, LI. You’ll weather the storm. You’ve got a reason. and back-up. All in one package!

        I think you’re probably a bit like me – inherently lazy and a serial prevaricator, but when the chips are down, I become quite remarkably resolute, and there is little that can stand in my way.

        And it shouldn’t cost too much. Given the timescale involved, there isn’t really much she can do about it. So expensive court cases shouldn’t come into it. Fuck, I did it all from my computer here in Greece. Didn’t set foot in Blighty at all. It’ll be a piece of piss, LI! 🙂 Good luck, matey. (A bit of luck does help! I’ve had dollops of the stuff in my life, happily!)

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  3. I wish you both joy.

    May love and laughter light your days,
    and warm your heart and home.
    May good and faithful friends be yours
    wherever you may roam.
    May peace and plenty bless your world
    with joy that long endures.
    May all life’s passing seasons
    bring the best to you and yours!

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  4. The very best of good luck to you, hope it all goes well. We’re routing for you! Love to be a fly on the wall, though when ‘her indoors’ finally twigs. Ho ho ho.


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  5. Amidst all the warm, sincere, inspirational thoughts written thus far, I think I found the Desiderata about the most inspiring.

    Knowing the recipients of our feelings however, I think they would also appreciate this:



  6. Obviously I should have read this Blog before the next one, but I missed it due personal stress not half as bad as yours must have been.
    But no escape from mine. Brussels will catch up with my Septic Tank eventually. Hopefully I can stave them off for another twenty years, by which time I will be too old to care. Or at least appear to be.


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