A nod and a wink…

A nod and a wink and away he drove.

The council officers must have been as corrupt as what the home owner was dishonest.
So much was being done around the property but not an ounce of work had any type of approval attached to it.

It really is sad to see things being done so poorly. Through the years, technology has advanced so very much yet it seems that a tradesman’s ability and the quality of buildings being built and work taking place is very quickly plummeting to an all time low.

There is no reinforcing mesh being put into slabs of concrete, nothing is being given the time it needs to set solid and outlast the people who will be living in the home. There are so many jobs being done where the workmen are practicing unsafe operations just to get a job done for the minimal cost to them and to have it done in the shortest amount of time.

It makes me worry about the type of home my children will be forced to buy into if and when they are ever in a position to buy a house of their own. They will have no knowledge of if the house will even stay standing for the duration of their lives in the house they choose.

People are wanting to be paid more to work, yet they want to pay the least amount possible to have work done for them. It just doesn’t make sense.

I think it’s time we start to think about how we were raised, about how our parents were raised. Lets get some good old fashioned common sense, courtesy and quality workmanship happening again.

Lets pay good money for quality products that won’t fall apart or break down a day after the warranty is up.


Setting out into the dark I watched for a glimpse of life. The flicker of eyes, the warmth of a breath on a cold winter’s night, the sound of a smile…

There was nothing.

Into the darkness was more darkness and unknowing. There was no sign of life, no sign of existence.

Where exactly was I? I was still standing so I knew there was gravity and I must still be on Earth.

The silence was unbearable. Not being able to hear anything at all was deafening. Not being able to see was blinding.

It was all to much for me to comprehend. I didn’t want to go back to where I had been yet I was scared to continue going forward in fear of what may lie ahead of me.

I felt naked. Alone. Scared.

I wanted to reach out yet I felt I was bound tightly and could not move at all.

I could feel myself drowning. Drowning in a pool of nothingness.
Nothing. At. All.

I wanted to scream out for help yet when I opened my mouth, no words came out. I was unable to talk, unable to make any audible noises.

I want to cry yet my body is as arid as the driest of dry deserts- parched and lifeless if viewed from the outside
If you take a closer look you would realise there is life within.

There are tears trying to come out, screams of pain, of pleading.
I was not drowning, I was safe.

Hands reached out to me, my body draped in soft cloth with loved ones nearby.

Everything was becoming clearer than it had ever been before.
I could hear the wind howling, I could hear all the animals, running water, rustling leaves.

I could see it all.

I was alive.

Happy Valentine’s Day to me.

That’s the thing…
When you believe in a celebration, but other people around you don’t, it pretty much leaves it up to you to celebrate with yourself.
Yes I am married, but my hubby has never really been into Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t think he should be told to show his love to me on any particular single day of the year. That’s fair enough, but I’ve always liked the whole thought and idea of it. You don’t have to spend a lot of money… I believe it’s more about making the time to spend some quality one-on-one time with someone who takes up a big place in your heart.

Today turned out to be like any other Saturday. I was with out children at their sports all day while hubby went to his game.
After the kids games finished, we dropped one of my kids team-mates off then went back to the Clubhouse to chill out and watch a bit of TV with hubby and his mates. We chat about the days games, joke about a bit, watch some TV and just chill out I general.

I may be female in a male dominated space, but I guess I’m just “one of the guys”. Growing up I was always a tomboy, I always had more male friends than female. I guess I can just relate to and get on with them better.

We’ve been home for a few hours now. The kids are in bed fast asleep, hubby is asleep yet here I am, quite awake and typing away on a keyboard wondering if anyone will actually bother reading about my non-eventful Valentine’s Day.

In a way, I hope not many people see this for at least a day or so as that should mean they are spending some quality time with their loved ones- whether they be friends, family, partners, children, pets… it doesn’t really matter. I guess I just don’t want you to feel alone.

Feeling alone has to be one of the cruellest things that any individual can feel. It is such a cold, sterile, unwelcome, thing to feel. It is upsetting. It easily causes one to cry and then question their own existence.
“Would anyone realise I was gone if I just disappeared off the face of the Earth?”

I would like to think I would be missed… but I just don’t know.