Well, I wanted to post one final blog post for 2015. Thankfully, WordPress have saved me from posting something about eating or drinking too much. Yep, their stats helper primates have prepared me this 2015 annual report for this very blog.
Okay, I don’t have the most popular blog in the world as of yet. But a few people read it and that’s good enough for me.
Here’s to 2016 seeing me being happy, you being happy and the World being happy.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 370 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.
In readiness for Christmas, I’m testing out a new cocktail called Ginger Storm. It’s a whisky cocktail and will make a change from the usual Black Russian.
As you can all see, the drinks cabinet is full. This year is the first time that this has ever happened. When I was a kid there was never a full drinks cabinet and since I’ve been married there has never been a full drinks cabinet. Not until this year, anyway. Go back about eight years ago and Christmas saw a cabinet with just a few fizzy drinks in it. This year Gloria and I have been blessed with some money to spend on ourselves and I am thankful to God for that.
You may notice a few things in my cabinet. On the shelf above the drinks there are five photos. The two at either end feature Gloria’s father who passed away from a heart attack when she was ten years old. To Jesus’s right is a photo of my father’s grave and to the left of Jesus is Gloria and Yasmin when Yasmin was only four years of age – nineteen years ago!
Gloria’s parents were both from Saint Helena while my mother is Jamaican. Because of this differing heritage, you can notice that Gloria and I have different textures of brown skin when we stand next to each other.
Yasmin, meanwhile, has that enviable skin that tans nicely in the summer thanks to the brown blood on her mother’s side. In spite of this, she still resorts to using fake tan from time to time. A total waste of money in her case.
To the right of the picture (for those using tablets or mobiles, you may have to open the photo in a new window to see this), hanging on the door handle are two tabards that Gloria wears to her work in a local infant school; the same school that both she and Yasmin went to. Gloria really enjoys her work there and it’s the most relaxed that she’s been in years. She gets on amazingly well with her bosses and we’ve been to a few of their private parties.
Generally, we have been blessed when you look at where we have been in years past. But, there’s always someone that you wish that you were sharing the good things with. I know who I’m missing, who are you all missing this year?
It’s easy to become too gullible and believe everything that people or the media tells you. I remember growing up filled with the belief about how Britain yearned for a men’s Wimbledon tennis champion. However, nothing much changed when Andy Murray finally won this title a couple of years back.
This week, the media built up the vote in Parliament on whether to authorise British air strikes in Syria. I was eating my supper and watching the headlines after the vote was announced. They then cut to a correspondent in Syria and asked the reaction. I wondered why as surely no-one in Syria was sitting by the radio listening for updates. The correspondent confirmed that no-one in Syria even knew about the vote.
But that’s Britain for you – and possibly it’s the same everywhere. A number of British people (I suspect the vast majority is a good estimate) think that the World revolves around the life experience as they see it. We live in the same street as each other and have no idea of the life experience that each of us experiences.
No one is safe from stress
I had a text message at 12 noon today from an old school friend who doesn’t work. She was offering me an appointment for when she would visit us with her husband. It was four and a half hours later that I answered her when I started my lunch break. I told her that I was starting my lunch break and that I am working on the date that she offered, right up until the evening so it depended on the time.
Yes, she was offering a weekend date, but things are hectic where I work right now and I also have several things to organise in my spare time. There’s Monday’s visit of a workman to fix the after effects of the water leak for example, which will involve me moving all of the lounge furniture about.
I haven’t heard back from her. Maybe she’s sulking that I didn’t answer straight back.
Oh well, she might have no idea of my life experience.