Recovery, lurgy, brandy = Sorted! 

Recovery for me from the latest ‘winter lurgy’ is aided by numerous distractions. One the initial sore throat, congestion, aches, feeling outside myself occurs. The all night murmurs of night nurse sooth my sleep. Upon waking it’s just wrong. Dragging oneself to work, when the duvet would be my tomb and my healing womb. The cats my nurses. Sitting on my chest and tummy like the fluffy residue that has ejaculated during morning showers. Should be illegal. Sickness policies also punish and ensure guilt for the genuine. Today the irritating cough throat tickle has subsided. My sinuses of course are behind the times. They need to calm and embalm with fresh forests, springtime and sunshine. Oh how I miss the daylight. How I currently crave blue skies in what seems… An existence of a mole in the dark.
  

Every year I promise myself it’s going to be different. Even though health improvements have been initiated. I was struck with the lurgy lightening bolt. Wow… It’s tiresome! I lived. I live. The feeling of rebirth upon full recovery is rather astounding. Fresh and fanciful. After stayed death and rancid pools of snot and a subsidiary of phlegm.co.uk 
As all around are dropping like flies. Filling chairs in Doctors surgeries. Being told to drink water and take paracetamol by pharmacies. 

  
Hot real lemon and Manuka honey. Water. Green tea. Bananas. Apples. Multi vitamins and minerals. Avocados took me to the mellowing.   
Sometimes ones had that many viruses. It gets a little easier. 

Brandy made it better tonight. 

  

From Rage to Change. Shopping Solutions

It’s that time of year when the dark mornings and dark nights make me feel rather domesticated and a little down. In reality; I’m spending it writing the next book and recording 2 more meditation albums so the sun shines all year round!
To make our life easier and time manage around the full time jobs. I’m not spending it with the general public any more than I have to… I can assure you of that!
I got to the point of meltdown after working 18 years in retail. Customer Zombie Shopocalypse.. The moaning, oh the moaning! Dirty looks, aisle rage. People standing talking, blocking aisles. People getting in my way. Smelly folk, defecation, kids screaming… the Saturday midday rush when everyone and their horse came in in cause chaos queues. ( I’d go for my lunch break .. Conveniently ) Oh it’s all in my ebook.. Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit. It came to the point where I decided my time away from work was not going to be spent amongst this nightmare.
Occasionally, we do make the mistake and swiftly realise that. Stress on Saturday lunchtimes in a rammed supermarket is hellish and drives my blood pressure to blowing the choo choo danger! Time yourself how long you spend shopping. What would you rather be doing?
The answer and the future. Is internet shopping for us. We have embraced in in our home. If we arrange a delivery for between 8 and 10pm. We can sometimes get it for as little as £1. Bargain. We can control budgets, avoid impulse buying and compare prices.
After checking the ‘mysupermarket’ app for the best price on out cat food sachets, bulk, frozen, tinned, tampons, bog roll, laundry, deodorants and the rest. All get picked for us. We don’t order fresh as like to go local and pick ourselves. That is our only shopping excursion.
It’s Asda all the way with a hint of Morrison’s and occasionally Sainsbury’s (If we are feeling rich)
Lidl is the place to go for us. It has some right good bits in it. It saves us shed loads of money compared to the ‘big supermarkets.’ (Watch out, your greediness will be your downfall!) Aldi is opening shops all over the place near us so they will be tried too. I’ve seen a marked increase of customers buying brands different to the ‘name brands of old.’ I’m no longer a label snob. I buy and try new products. Being more health conscious than ever nowadays. ‘Fat bitch treats’ are great.. In small doses. A weekend of fruit, homemade bread, soups and lots of water and tea makes us feel a hell of a lot better than, kebabs and festive gateaux. Its slow cooker time now too.. Easy life! We don’t spend on booze as rarely drink. We got to an age where addictions and hangovers did not serve our existence well.
Amazon and eBay serve everything else, from my guitar strings, to vitamins to just about everything else. The car boot serves as a fun Sunday am Junk snoop.
As society evolves, I do hope the future gets all ‘Star Treky’ and with the push of a button drinks and dinner are served. But then there is the satisfaction of making things from scratch and living a simple existence. Mark my words… Self service started it. Don’t expect cashiers and queues to be around for too much longer. Behold the revolution. Embrace or stress yourselves with rage.
~ C

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The Living Evolution

When opportunity knocks at our door. We open and walk through. I’m extremely grateful of this one. Thank you! Three days in a cabin in Cenarth, west Wales, playing old vinyl records, drinking lots of tea, a drop of red and no phone or internet signal, has been a blast. Half hermits. A 7 hour drive, thankful I bought bog roll, shits and giggles, spiders, screams, spitting drinks out laughing, Spaced, Simon and Garfunkel and I never thought I would… Frank Sinatra on vinyl was rather relaxing! (Veronica – you were right!) Tubular Bells for the first time fully (howling? What was that?)
Watch a mini document of it HERE

Poppit Sands were nippy but pure and adorable, warm in my coat flying a kite with Jo and Ange, paddling. Followed by a stunner of a day in the sunshine on Tenby beach has refreshed the soul. Visiting family in Abertillery too made this trip very special. I always feel I’m ‘coming home’ when we spend time in Wales. The need to buy a cabin and disappear grows greater. Surrounded by trees that are about to turn into the amber and reds of autumn is mesmerizing. Cabin Ishbel is a dream to stay in. Writing and recording music there is a must!
Had we have taken our cozzies, i’d have been swimming in the sea on an unusually hot day, at the end of September! The golden sands are enough to tip the “let’s really move here” opinion of Clange. The sea air and sand in my crocs was the world I wanted. The dark long nights come. Buy more incentive to succeed beyond the present motivates unrelenting commitment to ones talents. I’m grateful for this time spent. Relaxed and reenergized is a good state to be. The boat and cabin means a little more workload in the meantime 😉 I’ll never settle for a reality that I live in unless it’s beautiful and inspirational. Living evolution of life means exploration and realization. Filling my life with the positives and disregarding wasted energy on negatives is extremely healthy. Each time I gaze upon a sky my zen lingers a little closer for longer. IMG_8210.JPG

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The Oak Forest Archway Adventure

The more I walk through the city, the more I want out. We’ve been spending more time in the countryside. A needed break after 6 months of solid work: Busy day job, book finishing, writing and recording 2 meditation releases as well as solo work. Feels fantastic. Break needed. Which lead to a camping weekend. Wood gathering, fire building, lentils and hotdogs. (not in the same meal) Put it this way, my guts have been cleared. Mead and merriment. Lots of cooking, ceremony and community.

We were introduced to a blissful little spot by a river that will be a great swimming and picnic place next summer. It was so good to be in the company of genuinely like-minded folk. Oooh quick flashback rewind to spent years on the outskirts of what I thought were real friendships at the time. Moving on. I’ve said many times before. Being a hermit in a cabin is a carrot dangled I’d happily consume.

So as Ange and I bitch fitted and bickered setting up our tent and camp. There was a lesson somewhere about teamwork we still need to learn! The lighting the storm kettle many rows. Especially at 06.30am, I’m sure were heard by more then the owls and 6 cockerels that decided to “doodle doo” for, lets be honest. Dawn until dusk. But a very nice man, Gordon with his hammock tent taught us some good survival and fire lighting tips.

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We were kept company by resident Alsatian, Max. A lovely dog. He guarded our tent. He also enjoyed his sausages and fuss.

Our brand new blow up double airbed disfigured itself on the first night. It went band, but didn’t deflate. It turned into a blow up slide as had popped up in the middle. On its return to Argos, we exchanged it for a slow cooker and hand blender for our winter cooking. I’ll be going for army surplus camping beds next. Ange and I have agreed that the kingside memory foam mattress experience at home cannot be replicated roughing it. This wonderful place in Sherwood Forest (Archway House) is pitch black at night, apart from the moon and stars. The oak forest and land is magical and beautiful, we drank well water and so much tea. The fresh air was purifying. Re a night time ‘waz’ fest. After temporarily losing our ‘she wee.’ Sore from lots of bending and gathering, I still am but pain it’s apparently good for you, when getting oneself into shape. We’d given up trying to crouch by the tent in the dark to wee. Arse mooning back at the moon. I just sat on the floor in the end. Upon showering the next morn. I picked off quite a few leaves from my behind. If anything fell out of my orifices. I’m pleased I didn’t see it and scream!

We went for a long walk the first morning in the woods. Dense thickets, spiders, webs! Oh the webs! We found it great couples therapy, tea flask and talking and exploring, collecting fallen kindling.

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Losing oneself in nature is really rediscovering oneself. I had got myself into a ‘back of my mind’ state that a tick would latch on to my bare legs and Lyme disease would follow. Spiders would jump from trees with web parachutes. I managed to law of attract the spider part later. As sitting at my desk in my office yesterday. I moved my workbag, under it, right next to my foot. I discovered a stunned huge 8 legged beastie. A ‘flid’ and people panic evacuation from immediate area later. I was saved my brave colleagues who collected it and set it free out of the window. I can only imagine the possibility of it has actually crawled in my bag on the wards and I’ve been transporting it about. We have more travels booked elsewhere soon. My regime of turmeric capsules. Then my swamp like ‘down it on one’ drink comprising of aloe vera juice, chia seeds, wheat germ, wheatgrass is kicking in. It’s completely vile. But does make me feel good.

I’m at that time in my life now where I enjoy feeling good. I need to really look after myself now. When I do see the addicts of substance whose downward spiral is saddening. It makes me feel glad I stopped. I had a life lesson shown me yesterday. I got on my usual early bus to work. I’ve started using big can headphones so I really don’t have to hear people on my travels. The early bus contains the night shift workers. The smell of over ripe bananas, McDonalds, fags and body odour is gag worthy. I overheard one of the passengers showing off in front of his pals taking the piss out of me about my headphones. (thinking I couldn’t hear) I chose to ignore. If it happens again though, I’ll go sit next to the show off twat! I thought, yet again I’m a target. I want to blend in and not be seen in public. A bit miffed I continued my day. Upon my return home. I noticed a man in front of me at the bus stop. He turned towards me. He had a face full of purple growths and deformity. I didn’t stare. I could see people in the street, quickly glance then look away in horror. I took a lesson from that. I will continue to wear my headphones.

I’ve now joined ‘Good Reads’ and am determined to read all of the books I own and new  photo 2  photo 4 photo 5 photo 2 photo 3 photo 4ones. I have more time available during the dark nights of autumn and winter. I have begun work on a fictional book too. No pressure this time. It will flow when it comes.   I’m readying for our next adventure…..

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