annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday Jeez. just changed channels on the telly and discovered that a lad was stabbed to death yesterday just by where my grandson lives. Not him or any of his friends, but still, someone else's boy, someone else's friend. Terrible. It's all going to shit - there are loads of building sites along the coast here and a big development which was going to be an Ikea till they pulled out half way through. There's a refiguring of the major road, a new roundabout, hundreds of houses and now all the firms have gone bankrupt and work on them all has stopped dead. The roundabout is more or less functional but leaves one section undone - if you want to go north you have to drive in a massive loop which was just one of those things when a big project is going on but it'll get on your fucking nerves if you need to do that on a daily basis for work. All the cranes are just sitting there, piles of stones and whatever else already with weeds growing on them - that's wrong on two counts - weeds sprouting in October? Really? It's happening all over the country apparently - the plans were all drawn up before lockdown and Brexit - now the supply chain is all fucked up, they can't get enough workers and can't pay enough for the workers to actually live anywhere as housing is also totally fucked up here. Still, I had a good writing session at the recovery centre today. Four new people and one from last time - he'd booked two at the beginning. One of them, J, came in very upset and told us that her cat had died on Tuesday, her beloved cat and sole companion for many years and she didn't think she'd be able to think or write about anything else. But then one of the other women wrote a fantastic piece about her pet budgerigars and how they fight each other to sit on her head which perked us all up as it was so funny. J laughed a lot then settled down and produced a great tale of bunking off school in 1973 to get David Bowie's autograph the day after he'd played a gig in Brighton (that I went to), hanging around outside his hotel, interviewed by a TV reporter, later on BBC news, spotted by family and teachers and getting into big trouble but she'd spoken to Bowie and he spoke to her so all worth it. It was so lively and funny and the group ended up with everyone laughing and wanting to come again next time. 11:38 p.m. - 06.10.23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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