My Boat. May God help all who sail in her. xx

This is a test really

This is a test post. I’m too busy with working silly hours and running myself into an early grave haha.

1st. December 2021. I have so much to do. I have been having to work extra shifts and the fatigue is almost at the point where I will have to do something. I must cut stress, number of hours worked and get a lot of real rest. Fatigue is not just being tired, sleep cures that. Fatigue is a very serious condition that eventually triggers all sorts of serious and fatal health conditions.

First chance to check my boat after the storm of Friday 26thNov.2021

I made an attempt at video blogging haha. I’m not very good at it as can be seen above. Never mind it’s just a bit of fun and good practice.

My heart goes out to anyone whose boat suffered damage. I can’t believe the Pilot Cutter broke free. Someone told me that so It’s only hearsay.


I had been to Mitford to see Susan my Laser Treatment Technician for a session of agony. It does work thank God. Very expensive but well worth it. I have not had any thoughts or attempts at suicide since I started living as my true self and Laser treatment is one of the main factors in helping me overcome dysphoria.


I will hopefully have my engine fixed by the New Year. I can’t remember how a couple of bits fit back into it. It must be obvious as I made a mental note telling myself there was no need to take a photo before taking it apart as it was obvious. I should have waited till the batteries had charged and I could use the camera and took pictures anyway.

Quick bio update November 2021. Single, 63 nearly, working, 5’6 or 7, 10st, mix of original/upgraded teeth, I don’t have time for anything other than work and trying to recover from work in order to go back to work the next week. I can’t manage for much longer so something will change soon one way or another.

When I get the chance I will get back to enjoying my hobbies. I gave up trying to find love and romance/dating and all that carry on. I don’t think I’m even interested anymore and am self conscious about my lousy body so don’t want to get to close to anyone. xx

Just testing

This is just a test

Novice gardener

Making a start on a neglected front and back garden

I just never have any time to do anything. Not properly anyway. The forces of nature are causing my garden to mutate into a wilderness. What must the neighbours think.

Actually most of my neighbours have concrete drives at the front. Not sure if I would like one myself. I have had plans in my head for ages about what I want to do with ‘my land’. I walk around the area a couple of streets away where the houses are bigger and have room for a drive and a nice garden and get my ideas from them. I even have some of their plants growing on my windowsill. I didn’t pinch the whole plant, the ones I really like are too big so I took cuttings.

It should turn into a bush when I let it loose into the garden

At my age (62) I don’t want to over do things and the time to dig is in the autumn so I missed that bit. I don’t know where the saying ‘hard work never killed anyone’ came from but I guess it must have been a fairly right wing politition. Hitler or one of them types. It’s obviously not true anyway. ‘Dirt never hurt anyone’ is another saying that’s not true. Probably a slum landlord came up with that one.

Apart from getting killed outright or dying from an infection from the dirt I want to avoid a bad back, losing an eye and stabbing my feet with the spikey shovel. I will come back to that when I remember it’s proper name. I just want to enjoy the health benefits of having a nice garden whilst avoiding the unhealthy side effects of hard work. I wore gloves, glasses and boots for safety. The strimmer is pretty quiet or I would have used the ear plugs I use when Vacuuming.

Fork, that’s the one I was thinking of. Not sure what your supposed to dig with, fork or shovel. I tried both just last year and they are both hard work. I will just use one till it breaks then switch to the other one.

Some tools and Slow Coach the Tortoise. He does move but I don’t know how, him being plastic like. xx

I have made a start. The first thing I did was cut the grass at the front. I bought a cordless strimmer and it didn’t take long. Just a tidy really to stop kids from knocking every few hours wanting to cut it. They are not cheap either them kids and the flex on their strimmer is not long enough to stretch back to their mam’s gaff so they expect a tenner and free electric. I was £10 up by the time I finished the front and it only took 15 minutes. There is a tree stump trying to take up all the space to one side. I will deal with that another time.

I left the side garden and Sycamore tree stump for another day.

My next priority was to get my Tatties in. I didn’t have time in the Autumn to dig the back garden and don’t have time nor energy to do it now. My solution was to skim the greenery off the top of the soil with the shovel, make little holes with my mini shovel and pop the Tatties in. Some nice new compost on top should make them feel at home and keep them warm and cosy. I planted 27 of them today. We shouldn’t starve to death this year like we did last year. Hoarders stripped supermarket shelves of anything remotely edible last year.

It was still hard work but I paced myself. Took 2 hours but doing it properly would have took a lot longer.

That’s all I am doing for this week. There is a magnificent Nettle patch down one half of the garden. Rather than see them as an eyesore as Mr. Grumpy Pants does, don’t ask. I see them as a fantastic easy grow crop of leaves that can be harvested for a herbal drink and a nutrient rich tasty bit of greenery for the dinner plate. I also know that lot’s of different types of Butterfly like them. I bet I have the finest Nettle patch in the whole street.

I feel like I have taken all day but I have made some progress. I think gardening is fun because it gives you something to look forward to. I can see a fantastic garden in my mind and I am sitting there in the nice warm sun with a good book and a nice cup of Nettle tea in amongst a lovely garden with a mix of veg and flowers. Oh look, there are hanging baskets on the fences and wind chimes and over there a shed with a little patio like on Little house on the prairie. I can see Ma Baker sitting in a rocking chair now. Upside down clay pipe in her toothless mouth and Tommy gun on her lap. Better leave it there.

I have lots of good things to look forward to this year. It’s all very exciting.


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