End of month round up

We are actually catching up and almost caught up  after the weekends easter continuation theme, just getting together and having a fun, rather sunny time together which helped given some of things I presently have on my mind.

Just typically I get back only to find visitors during my absence had broken the toilet handle mechanism so parts had to be ordered and it repaired which isn't what you want to hear after a lengthy train journey!

Comics were running a bit slow but this weeks Beano, Phoenix and monthy AdventureBox Plus have now arrived to read out of doors in the sun with lemonade just like I used to do when I was much younger.

Pix credit W-T-O@UR

There was chocolate to be had while away such as small creme aggs, decorated small milk chocolate ones, a bar of small easter eggs and yes I have finished my main easter eggs here, looking rather like these two.

Well, I'm still a young boy at heart!

Easter themed fun

 Easter again I hear you ask?

Well that was last weekend with all the bloomin' chaos of hastily rearranged train journeys, meet ups and all that and even would the drivers turn out on Sunday to drive the services offered.

Fortunately I did get away, a day later and was about get straight off the train, across the station concourse to the taxi rank in minutes ready for socializing playing games, thankfully not croquet or cricket but I did knock all the cans over!

An easter egg hunt was held which was fun as the eggs were literally everywhere, in the undergrowth, in trees and even sheds but least I found some.

The were easter related quizes and yarns being delivered until everyone fell sleep, talking of which I nearly fell of the chair being that tired head first but at least I didn't quite manage that!!!

We had planned on going for short hike along a disused railay line but conditions were too soft underfoot even for the most able never mind wibbly-wobberly me  so we walk to the venue for lunch which was excellent before making my way back in time for tea.

Rambling Easter thoughts

 

Well this being done on the chromebook because for some strange reason from time to time the bigger laptop likes to just switch off without warning and the battery holds 94% charge which may not be brilliant but is adequate as it's mainly used off the mains.

I've been reading at a slow comfortable pace the recent Codename Warlord compilation with all the stories written for the weekly Commando magazines this century with the first few done for the Watlord Comic itself way back in September 1974 where it really shook up the world of boys adventure comics with its graphics.

Yesterday I was playing a record not uncommon here a new and surprisingly inexpensive copy of Bookends by Simon and Garfunkel which although that album came out in 1968 when I was still just in single digits, was full of songs were grew up listening to as much as did to Top 40 pop hits on Radio One on 247 and buying them.

There's plenty of the original singles here well stored and the thing in many ways is they all connect to that overall sense of that boyhood I am very much in the mindset of today.

That boy had Easter Eggs although I discovered diary milk  chocolate often lead to maigraines and if you ate say a whole small bar then I was out of commission in bed with a bucket by me in case of being sick so I usually try to ensure I get white.

While that's very sweet and you have to mind your blood sugars I can better tolerate white chocolate and that's what I've been eating this easter weekend and the years rolled back.

Rest at Easter edition

 After the last few posts this week I thought I'd write something a little different.

It was the case for part of this last week I was ill with a migraine, periodic complication that goes back well into childhood where I can vividly remember  having to stay in my bedroom at the age of seven in our second family home in bed with the proverbial sick bucket by me for a few days.

That was what it was like month after month, missing events, spending time out of class playing catch up later on when you struggled with lessons anyway with undiagnosed at the time dyslexia so a part of this life remains unchanged too.

You learn to hold on to the possibilities of tomorrow, the life after such spells of ill health  looking forward to better days.

In some ways those days this last week were the same for this eternal boy, just about making it to Easter spending time outdoors recovering before watching some sport on tv and the Easter service with the boy choristers from Canterbury and having my easter eggs in smallish chunks to reduce the likelihood of at least getting a headache but able to enjoy such boys treats anew.