Thats right todays blog is about anxiety
Going in to hospital in a few weeks to have an unwanted thing removed from my body and Im worried about coming out a few ounces lighter maybe but with the attendant diseases or complications that most major hospitals seem to hand out willy nilly free of charge.
Meeting up with my boys birth father Sunday, thats right, Felix has my wit, my charm and look the little blighters got my teeth too but sadly no DNA in common. Donor baby. Who will be the most embarassed? The boy? oh my am I going to end up looking like that? The donor? I gave you my best shot and look what you ve done with it. The mother? with distant memories of a night of love with a turkey baster. Or me? innocent bystander. The donor will be accompanied by his real family, heres one I made later.
Some cash flow problems too not helped by my decision to spend my way out of this recession.
So not exactly High Anxiety but maybe just feeling of general ill-at-ease.
Thursday 13 August 2009
Sunday 2 August 2009
Went to an open air film showing at Somerset House last night with my boy Felix. It was raining but it stopped and a bit chilly and he moaned all the way through but me my problem is I can only see the positive side of things and I had a great time. West Side Story on the big screen in the open air and applause after each musical number how good can things get?
That bit at the end when the Jets pick up the body of Tony and two Sharks come forward to help, what? Brought a tear to my eye as it does every time I see it. Wasted on the youth.
Played a good gig in my big band at Brockwell Park this afternoon and met up with Heather who came to see. Heather (MBE this year) is a highly respected voluntary sector project manager and is still struggling finding a satisfactory relationship. Things may change but then again they may not.
Im off to France next week with my lovely boy and his equally lovely mother for a week, that will be interesting. Unlike today's blog.
So here's today's joke
I phoned the council and said I want a skip outside my house. He said I'm not stopping you.
That bit at the end when the Jets pick up the body of Tony and two Sharks come forward to help, what? Brought a tear to my eye as it does every time I see it. Wasted on the youth.
Played a good gig in my big band at Brockwell Park this afternoon and met up with Heather who came to see. Heather (MBE this year) is a highly respected voluntary sector project manager and is still struggling finding a satisfactory relationship. Things may change but then again they may not.
Im off to France next week with my lovely boy and his equally lovely mother for a week, that will be interesting. Unlike today's blog.
So here's today's joke
I phoned the council and said I want a skip outside my house. He said I'm not stopping you.
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