Colin

Day off. Hurrah! I'm off the a burger place in the west end later with V. We shall eat our body weight in chips and then wash it all down with 70 litres of Irn Bru. I kid you not.

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But that's not why I'm blogging. No, something happened this morning which I don't think will ever happen again. The sheer bizarreness of this post will surely blow your socks off. (if you're not wearing socks, I strongly advise you go and put some on as I'm unaware of the consequences should you not be wearing socks. I'm worried about legal action taken over the lack of skin left on ones feet. It's too much hassle, go and put some socks on. Ta.)

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I wake up about half past nine, it's slightly stuffy in my room due to the rare appearance a strange ball of fire in the sky. I get up and open my bedroom window and listen as a black bird gives it large in the tree outside. I then doze until about half ten when I receive a text. After replying I doze again.

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Here we go!

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Not long has passed when I awake again. No longer than ten minutes has past but the teddy bear I keep in my bed has somehow managed to rearrange itself so it's sitting almost on my face. 'That's odd' I think, 'I swear I threw that off the bed last night. Never mind. I go to grab said teddy (lets call it Colin) to stop it from smothering me. This is the point where the post turns from quite mundane into frigging odd.

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I open my eyes ever so slightly, Ginger. I don't remember owning a ginger teddy. Obviously I'm happy to admit I'm all about the ginger but a ginger teddy? I don't recall that, Let's have a closer inspection. What the...

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Colin isn't a teddy at all. Colin is moving! Crap!

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I sit bolt up right, almost jumping out of the bed completely. Colin just turns his head and stares at me as if to say 'Problem?' I look from Colin to the window, to Colin, to window. 'How did you...Do you...how the...What...OK so there's a cat... in my....how the...' (Obviously this monologue goes on inside my head. I'm not that mental.)

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Needless to say, the slippers went on and with me in the PJ's, I pick up Colin, stomp down the stairs and put him out of the front door. Sleeping in my bed? Not even the offer of a drink? Not even a chat up line? Pesky Colin. he's almost as bad as Steven!

Moments of Smiling

Assembling a bookcase, a DVD rack, a small table and a chest of drawers, Putting them up, putting items in/on them....and NOT have them fall down

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A six foot tall security guard whistling along to a One Direction song.

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Being told by a customer that I'm beautiful.

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Being chatted up by a six year old heart breaker

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Eating tapas with a mad scientist who uses every word his vocabulary has to offer , words like tolerable, dwell and persevere.

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Owning a pair of shoes that can only be described as magical. A pair of sparkly, peep toed, chunky heeled beauties.

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Listening to songs and understanding exactly what they mean for the first time in years. (I know this is a little sad but it really makes you appreciate songs when you hear the lyrics and think 'I know exactly what you mean.')

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Saying the word 'Spankadoodle' before hitting V on the bum with a meter ruler. She loved it.

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Skittles, buttered toast, ice cream soda, new slippers, Adam and Joe's pod cast, channel 4's 'seven dwarves', Barry M nail varnish, my new plum coloured trench coat. Lots of things that make me smile. There's a light. It's not very bright, it's more or a candle than a florescent tube but it's a light all the same.

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Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test, and don't ask why

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial

For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Welcome Back.

Remember me?

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After three very blog free months, I'm back. You look lovely. My how you've grown. Is that a new hair cut?

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I need to explain. The past three months have been somewhat...fiddly. A lot has changed. I'm now in a new flat for starters. I've left the bright red kitchen of Anson Street for a bigger/cheaper/nicer flat around the corner. It's lovely.

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Well...

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McBride and I have called time. It's been a bit of a roller coster if I'm honest, but that's not what this post is about. I'm not going to sit here and bitch and moan. Partly because I don't want to bore you, partly because it's personal, but mostly because I don't have a bad word to say about him. If anything I admire his commitment and bravery. I feel honoured to be able to spend 4 years and 4 months of my life by his side. He's a hero. He's a wonderful person. I love him. I always will.

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So this post is really just a wave and an 'I'm still alive!' I've got a lot of things to talk about but another time maybe.

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I've missed blog. I'll be back more often in future.