Misfits Mid-Life Crisis Adventures in East London & Surrey (The NEXT Chapter).
Week 136 Saturday 21stJanuary 2017 until Friday 27th January 2017.
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Warning this week’s shiz sorry ramble has been written under influence of various cold and cough remedies that I may have gulped instead of sipping with a tiny plastic spoon. Plus gallons of glucose energy drinks, because I remember as a child it felt comforting.
This week was a very big week for my niece, who was 5 years old last Monday, where has all that time gone. When we woke up on the big day, the two of us had camped out in her living room allowing Aunty MOZ a room to herself. She looked at me and said “is it really my birthday”, how sweet is that. I took a picture of her mirroring her first picture that had been taken within an hour of her entering the world, my finger stood in for her dads who appeared in the original, I must try to remember to do that again when she’s 10. That little girl has made the last 1827 days a real pleasure. I must mention that I have 3 nephews who I love dearly but it’s wasn’t there birthday this week, reading that back I’m worried that sounds bad I hope not. All of these children have not just changed my life for the better but everyone else around them.
2012 and 2017, camping out in the living room.
I am the kind of person who feels that the glass is broken as well as being mostly empty most of the time. My opinion of myself is not high, in fact my opinion is not great about human’s in general just look at how we treat each other, animals or the planet in general. But when it comes to the little ones in my life (and I can only talk about mine) I just have to smile, no matter how bad things are when I see the four of them I turn that frown upside down.
Making of a special cake.
It’s rare I think about children, I mean a family of my own which I never had. However I definitely don’t feel I lost out, it just never happened. In reality I think it’s a good thing that I never had little ones as this would have made my already complicated life even more difficult. I have said this in a previous blogs that being a parent is in my opinion the most difficult job in the world. Whereas being an Aunty is so easy, I get to play, look after them, treat them as if there mine but most importantly I get to hand them back to mum and dad. If there was a qualification for being an Aunty, I might get a C+ or possible scrap a B-.
No soggy bottom here.
Any chance I get to spend time with the kids is always welcome because running around makes me feel like a 5 year old again. This ancient body is able to forget for a short time the normal worries of a person having a mid-life crisis such as creaky knees, lack of direction, money worries. What I like is they make me laugh and I enjoy making the chuckle, I can be as silly as I like and they don’t question it.
Grandma was in charge of the dance floor.
At my niece’s bday party there were about 15 small people, the noise was cranked up to 11. I can report that there was only one major spillage which was cleared up by a roll of extra absorbent kitchen roll. And one dirty mark on the wall that can be painted over, so there wasn’t a lot of damage. Of course there were plenty of traditional party games such as pass the parcel, musical statuses and bumps. But the best game was cleaning the floor. Well that’s what it looked like to me, one of the fathers daughters started to cling to his leg as he walked. Before you could say “who wants another cup of cola or cake” there were a number of children including the birthday girl clinging on to his legs. He was a trooper and dragged them back and forth through my sister’s house for quite a while. Watching this entertained the adults just as much as the children.
The bday girl and friend on the dance floor. Aunty MOZ and a new pal.
Maybe that’s what jaded adults need, not being dragged along the floor by a poor tired father. No I mean let our hair down, laugh, run around and generally have a good time like were 5 years old. Who’s up for a party?
Not the bday party, an adult lunch with MOZ, SAZ and Mum.
In Other News…
MOZ to me “what’s that programme Feed the Midwife”…. I looked at her and said “do you mean Call the Midwife”. That amused me for a while.
I was supposed to be writing this shiz and other important things, but got distracted.
The Mid Life Crisis Conts……
This week I have mainly been watching: “60 Days In Jail”, (ep 9 & 10). “Allo Allo”, (S1, ep 2). “Apple Tree Yard”, (ep 1). “Chewing Gum”, (S2, ep 3). “Close To The Enemy”, (ep 7). “Crashing”, (ep 1 to 6). “Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them”, (2016). “Horizon”, (2016/17, ep 18 & 19). “Jack Dees Helpdesk, US Presidential Inauguration 2017”. “Mr Beans Holiday”, (2007). “Not Going Out”, (S8, ep 2). “Revolting”, (ep 4). “Spies”, (ep 3 & 4). “Storyville Zero Day: Nuclear Cyber Secrets”. “Taboo”, (ep 3). “The Brit Who Tried To Kill Trump”. “The Golden Girls”, (S3, ep 6 to 13). “The Graham Norton Show”, (S20, ep 14). “The Story Of Adele”. “Time Team”, (S19, ep 12 Britain’s Burial Past). “Top Gear”, (9, ep 5 & 6) (S10, ep 2) (S12, ep 6). “Trainspotting”, (1996). “Walking The Americas”, (ep 3). “Winterwatch 2017”, (S5, ep 1 to 4). “Winterwatch – Wrapped Up 2017”, (ep 1 to 4). “Witless”, (S2, ep 1 to 5). “Who Do You Think You Are?”, (S13, ep 6).
This week I have mainly been listening to: “Desert Island Disc’s”, (14/01/1990) (22/01/17). “Iain Lee: TalkRADIO (Highlights)”, (20/01, 23/01, 24/01, 25/01). ”LBC Podcast: Mystery Hour”, (26/01/17). “LBC Podcast: Nick Abbot (Whole Show)”, (21/01, 27/01/17). “Scroobius Pip, Distraction Pieces”, (ep 51, 03/08/15) (ep 134, 25/01/17). “Soundtracking With Edith Bowman”, (ep 25, 20/01/17). “These People Podcast”, (ep 12, 21/01/17). “Toby Hadoke’s Who’s Round”, (ep 156, 12/15) (ep 157 to ep 159, 01/16) (ep 160 to 162, 02/16) (ep 163 to 167, 03/16). “Morrissey”, “Two Door Cinema Club”, “Tatu”, “Sterophonics”, ”The Manic Street Preachers”, “The XX”, “Adele”, “Peaness”, “Muse”.