The last post I wrote was a miserable rant in many ways and I was amazed at the positive comments I received. Seemingly many of you feel like me concerning the injustices in the world and the fools and the greedy so and so's out there. I try not to be too gloomy too often. So I was not a little surprised to come across a draft dated March 2009. Seemingly I never posted this effort, perhaps the mood lightened.
'They don't call me Grumpy Old Ken for nothing. I'm sitting here because it's raining like hell and I was going out. Plus we got wet through at the football. Not a bad match but we really ought to have won. The cookers packed up and they wanted well over two hundred pounds to fix it. I have had to buy a new one and Curry's messed me around concerning delivery. Plus when it did arrive they couldn't fit it for technical reasons they should have told me about in the shop. Plus I've had to get someone else to fit the darned thing. Now I've got to go back to Curry's as I paid in vouchers so now they owe me money for non fitting. Our motorhome leaks and has to be sorted, less than a year old. Plus it's being recalled anyway, I think for the fourth time, I've lost count. My teeth need doing, and the bill, already mounting, will be astronomical. I can't sell my house, on the market since August, the offers have been derisory, and I've found some damp in our new home that will need sorting. I bought a greenhouse in the week to cheer myself up and half the bits are missing. My knees ache and my breathing could be better; the doctor's surgery was full, made me feel ten times worse. The TV licence is due and the car tax, insurance and gas and electricity bills not far behind. My moods not improved by a nail in my tyre and a mark on the van courtesy of some fool in a public car park. Thank God I've no cat to get fleas or dog to get rabies.
Fast forward to July 2010.
The house eventually sold and if it didn't make a fortune, so what, many would love a house to sell. Someone fetched the old cooker for spares (Freecycle) so it did someone some good. I can still walk and am still alive though bits fall off with regular monotony. The bills still hover and the teeth still 'bover' plus the damps still there, but who cares in the middle of summer. The wife, the kids and the grandchildren are still lovely, it's nearly the new football season and only 157 days to Christmas! Is your glass half full or half empty.