8 Great Reasons to be Single on Valentines Day

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Sure love is great and all that isn’t it, but it’s not for everyone. There are just some people who are destined to be single and it’s looking like I am one of them. I don’t dislike Valentines Day, in fact I love to see my co workers going home, giddy because they are heading out for an evening of romance. I just wish sometimes there was a little less glitter and hairspray involved, my anxiety has an image of their hair catching fire on the accessories for the candle lit dinner. I can just imagine the chat at tea break the next day, ‘I see your boyfriend got you a new hair do for Valentines day, I like how the singed eyebrows match, it suits you!’, said no one ever!

So without further ado, here are 8 reasons why it’s great to be single on Valentines Day.

  1. You don’t have to buy anyone a present.
    It might be just me, but February is always the month where I can still feel the slight pinch from Christmas. It’s good to not have to smash the piggy bank while taxing my brain in the process over what to buy. Who am I kidding, I don’t even have a fecking piggy bank!
  2. You don’t have to go to a fancy restaurant.
    In all honesty I’m a cheap date, give me a park bench and a bag of chips over white linen and nouvelle cuisine any day. The introvert in me loves that I didn’t have to get dressed up and people on Valentines Day.
  3. You don’t have to cook a fancy meal because you didn’t go to the fancy restaurant.
    I did however have to cook, for a man, but it was the Fathership, does he count? He’ll usually eat whatever is put in front of him, which is just as well because I will never be a Michelin starred Chef. He says it’s tasty and that’s good enough for me.
  4. You don’t have to shave your legs.
    You could if you really want to though. I had no one to impress so I was able to just cover it all up with the penguin onesie. Hey, don’t judge, it’s bloody freezing out there.
  5. You don’t have to do the flower shuffle.
    There comes a time in your life when you know you are never going to get flowers. It’s quite refreshing when you arrive at that conclusion as it saves you having to improvise when you realise that the Interflora guy is actually not making a beeline for you after all.
  6. You can pick your own movie. 
    I might not be a girlie girl, but I do love a bit or romance. Luckily for me it’s not until the Return of the King when Aragorn realises that Arwen is still alive, which means a six hour love in with the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Pure bliss!
  7. You don’t have to share the snacks!
    This needs no further explanation.
  8. You don’t have to share the duvet. 
    True love is jumping into bed and being able to starfish without the fear of kicking your other half into the wardrobe. It’s also not having to enact a battle of WWE proportions over your own share of the duvet.

So there you have it, being single on February the 14th is not all doom and gloom, but neither is being in love. So to all of you, regardless of your relationship status, Happy Valentines Day 2017!

Going forward, not backwards!

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My counselling is finished and that’s kinda scary because now it’s just me, on my own again against the big bad world.

I do feel different and others say they can see a change in me. That said, there will always be people who will not understand my anxiety issues or even try to. I wish they could walk a day in my shoes to experience what it is like to be on the inside looking out. I am making changes, but it is going to take time. I am a work in progress.

I am proud of myself, which prior to counselling is something I would probably never have said out loud or written down. I was committed to this process, I needed to make it work. All through the summer when things were getting worse with the Mothership I hoped that my appointment would come through, but it turns out that despite the fact that it was later than I hoped, it was  at just the right time, only I didn’t realise that then.

I’ve been given the tools I need to get on with my life, what I choose to do with them now is up to me. I need to continually challenge both myself, and my thought processes. In effect I am retraining and rewiring my brain. It’s a shame that my wonky leg is not wonky enough to give myself an occasional kick up the arse when needed, because believe me there are days I still find extremely challenging.

I’ve been through a lot these last four years and it’s only now I’m realising I am no longer on a schedule or dancing to someone else’s tune. Sure I still have to look after the Fathership by making sure he’s fed, has clean clothes and eats, but by and large thankfully he is self sufficient. Although he needs a good kick up the arse sometimes too!

It was my Mum’s birthday on Sunday. When someone passes without realising it you experience a series of firsts. The first time you enter the house when they are not there, the first time you notice their chair is empty, the first time you realise they are actually gone, the first Christmas, the first birthday and the list goes on. In some ways we are lucky as we’ve experienced all of these things within the first two months. It doesn’t mean the others are going to be any easier, but at least now we know what expect.

I have no doubt that my anxiety levels have lessened a little now I no longer have to worry about my Mum. I’m living a different life and learning what it is like to be me again. I’m hoping that now with the benefit of counselling I might even begin to like who I find, wouldn’t that be a game changer.

I’m never going to be perfect, and neither would I want to be. I just want to be be weird, be silly and be happy!

Last night I scared the shit out of myself, I seriously thought I was possessed. Why I hear you ask, why indeed….I was having positive thoughts!!

Change is coming and I’m opening my arms to embrace it :)

 

An Awful Autumn

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‘There’s another one” Polly shouted at Teddy, are we going to make it to him in time?”

Teddy looked right and then left noting the water that was now flowing freely down the hill essentially cutting them off from the boy before them.

“I don’t think so Polly, I don’t think so. Besides it looks like it has already started.”

Stopping just at the edge of the water Polly watched as the boy clutched at his stomach. It was almost like he knew what was coming as he looked towards the building, where not five minutes before his friends had stood. Now, they flipped and rustled in the wind, having turned into something forever autumnal.

“My Mum said everyone ‘leaves’ eventually, I just didn’t know this was what she meant” said the boy before joining his friends.

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Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge – Word count 137

The Blanketverse Gazette: January 2017 Edition

Checkout this post from Bradley :)

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Good time of day, dear Blanketonian! January was an exciting month for the #Blanketverse, awesome awaits you in the comics below!


A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DINOSAUR

Have you ever wondered how a dinosaur spends her day? Never fear, Moggie is here to show us!

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ORANGE YOU GLAD

Eejit and Tupper continue their tour, but little do they know a certain robot is up to mischief.

https://belowtheblanketfort.wordpress.com/comic/orange-you-glad/


BLANKETFORT TAKEOVER!

The legendary bloggers, Rarasaur, David Ellis, Bill Friday, and Controlled Chaos, take over the Blanket Fort!

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Blue Monday continues..

I had no knowledge of blue Monday until the tail end of last week, but when I heard the reasoning I could understand why it was named so. Apparently ‘blue Monday’ is meant to be the most depressing day of the year. It was, and somehow the sneaky fecker managed to weave itself into the tail end of last week and today as well. It’s legacy lives on. 

I did feel blue yesterday and there were various times throughout the day when the air was blue too. I’m blaming cigarettes, or to be more precise my lack of same. 

The first week and a half was challenging health ways as I battled headaches, nausea, coughing and cravings, only small ones though that tapped at my head like a lazy Woodpecker. 

By the middle of the second week despite the fact that my headaches were easing slightly I soon realised the honeymoon period was over as the Woodpecker struck with jackhammer like ferocity. I imagined it to be making pencils (who the feck knows why) that I then wanted to use to stab anyone who came within a 2ft radius of me. 

I had the rage and I had it bad, but thankfully I was able to contain it and make it to the end of the week without being arrested. 

Then came the tears. I mean ffs there is more going on here than Bertie and his bassets, I was experiencing all sorts! The 20 million symptom checkers I consulted were not far wrong in their estimations that quitting smoking could be the cause of feeling down in dumps. 

Ok so to be fair, there are other things going on here too. I’m finding work pretty stressful, the last two months seem to be catching up on me and I generally feel pretty useless. It’s a lot to be going on with and in hindsight perhaps trying to tackle everything all at once was not a great idea. 

That said, the ghost of nicotine past is really playing with my emotions. There is a good chance it is also playing with my sanity too, I mean you should have seen the look I got from  the girl at the train station when I asked her to blow the smoke from her cigarette in my face. Random I know, but it quelled the craving and calmed my homicidal tendencies so it was well worth it!

I shall tame this monster, we’ve been battling head on now for 18 days, 21 hours, 7 minutes and 41 seconds, not that I’m counting. It’s definitely a struggle, but I am determined to give it my best shot. 

Cold turkey was always something I really looked forward to after Christmas, it’s lovely in a sandwich with a little lettuce and potato salad, now though it has new meaning. It means I have to carry on with this quest without the assistance of patches, gum or any other type of nicotine supplement. Why I hear you ask (if you’re nosey), well because I never want to go through this kind of cold turkey ever again.

2017 is the year and I’ve started step one! When I figure out what comes next I’ll let you know. I didn’t even realise until today I was on a ladder.

Wish me luck, I bloody well need it!

Please note no persons or pencils were harmed in the making of this post…well, not yet anyway! 

What the feck happened?

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I started this year with good intentions, I was going for the whole new year, new me thing, making changes and all that malarkey.

Full of bravado I was like a freshly inflated balloon, that had a pin stuck in it’s arse and promptly deflated.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I was sick on New Years Eve. Not a great start I thought at the time, but I still had hope that things were going to get better. Nope, I’ve pretty much been sick on and off since then. Thankfully not actually physically sick, that’s only happened a couple more times, but there has been pretty much constant headaches and nausea.

On the plus side though, as I had been sick over New Years and not been smoking I thought what the hell, lets keep it up. So on top of everything else I decided to give up cigarettes and now I feel like I have been run over by a bus.

So here I am feeling like something a farmer slides of the end of a shovel and not knowing whether it’s one of the many viruses that are doing the rounds and has visited me twice already or whether it’s the effects of nicotine withdrawal. There has been furious googling of the symptoms associated with quitting and honestly, the flu like symptoms I can handle, but I’m getting mightily fed up with the headaches.

I’m staying hydrated too, apparently it’s a requirement when trying to help your chest get rid of all the gunge, but it’s an absolute bugger when you keep having to cough or sneeze. One needs to remember to clench, if you catch my drift. Ah men, old lady problems, be grateful you probably don’t understand.

All that being said, I don’t really miss smoking and apart from maybe twice, I’ve had no really bad cravings, more than likely because I already feel ill.

I hope this isn’t the way my year is going to pan out, I’m trying to do something good here, give me a break, I just want to get back to some kind of normality.

At least now though, at 10 days smoke free, I am able to take a deep breath and start again. I just hope the withdrawal symptoms feck away off soon and allow me to do so :)

Happy New Year

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Most years I try to write something as one year passes into another and this year should be no different. It’s not that I am bitter or anything, but I certainly won’t be sad to see the back end of 2016.

This won’t be a long post as sadly tonight finds me suffering from some kind of bug or other, my second dose within the last month, which leaves me unable to stay upright for long periods of time. Certainly not the fresh start I hoped for 2017, but I’d be grateful to be proved wrong.

2016 was certainly a year of many ups and downs, not only in the world in general but also in my personal life. It wasn’t all bad, I finally made steps towards getting counselling which can only be a good thing, for my mental well being anyway. It was however the year we lost the Mothership after her battle with dementia. There is no doubt things are different, in fact sometimes it still does not feel real, but we just have to adjust and get on with things as best we can in the hope that each day gets easier. She certainly wouldn’t want me moping, so I need to give myself a good kick up the arse when I do. I hope the saying about time being a great healer is true.

In terms of blogging I have pretty much been absent this year, the first half being dominated by looking after Mum and then since November grieving for her, I wasn’t in the right head space to put very many words to paper. I’m not even going to promise that I will improve next year, I’m just going to go with the flow and see what happens.

So let me wish you all a Happy New Year and here’s to 2017, let’s hope it’s better :)

The Blanketverse Gazette: December 2016 Edition

Can you guess who Eejit is in the cartoons by the very talented Bradley :)

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Welcome to the very first edition of our Below the Blanketfort Newsletter! On the last Wednesday of every month we will be delivering the latest stories and events straight from the Blanketverse!

The Red Dot

Whilst on tour of the Blanket Fort, Tupper and Eejit come across the mysterious Tabitha. It gets a little fruity when a little magical chaos enters the fray.

https://belowtheblanketfort.wordpress.com/comic/the-red-dot/

The Almost Adventure

Adventure Dave may have gone slightly overboard in planning the very first adventure for the adventure club.

https://belowtheblanketfort.wordpress.com/comic/the-almost-adventure/

A Merry Holiday Wish

Tupper and Moggie send their wishes for the holidays.

https://belowtheblanketfort.wordpress.com/comic/a-merry-holiday-wish/


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