Catching up

It seems like an age since I last wrote but it was actually 24 hours ago. After working all weekend I have had three days off which have been bliss. With warm sunny autumnal days walking the dogs, plenty of time to myself to chill out and we finally have a brand new boiler installed with piping hot water.

I had planned to go into Manchester on Monday morning for a catch up breakfast with a mate of mine but he cried off late on Sunday evening leaving me to my own devices Monday. However all I did was catch up on the house chores as well as giving my car a good clean inside and out.

Another mate of mine bailed out of meeting up for a catch up too. Do I smell?? Actually it has annoyed me that I have done lots of chasing of people who are quick to tell you they cannot wait to meet up and how it’s been ages since we did that, blah, blah, blah. When it actually comes down to it they disappear like a snowflake in summer. All those times they say we must meet up, it’s been ages, etc then when you try to get them to commit they go missing. Ah well, I did enjoy having time with the dogs so all wasn’t lost. My wife travelled up to Glasgow on Monday evening for a work conference so I really did have some “me” time.

Today we had a new boiler fitted which has set us back almost £2000. The old one which in fact was only 7 years old had me tearing my hair out as the way it was behaving. Whilst it was working to a fashion it would never have made it through the winter. I am so glad to see the back of the old boiler with the new one heating up the water in record time. I even have a new toy to play with. It comes with a wireless digital control to set the timer, etc so I’ll be having a faff with that later.

Tomorrow sees me return to training just for one day which means I won’t be in the office dealing with all the usual rubbish we deal with. Then it’s Friday and the weekend so I’ve had an easy week this week.

Being off has allowed me to go running every day which surprised me. My recovery is better now with no aches and pains and the runs are feeling slightly easier the more I do. It will be weekend before I get out on a run again but hopefully the two days rest will do me good. Soon I hope to up my runs beyond the two miles I have currently been doing.

Enjoy your day.

Busy day off

My wife text me this morning “Wow, you have been busy this morning” and I certainly had. By midday I had dropped off my sons packed lunch at school after he forgot it, probably far too busy watching YouTube on his phone when he left the house. Then I had visited the local post office to post my wife`s eBay parcel, popped to the supermarket to get a few things to take to work at the weekend. Then it was off to the dentist and another two mile jog after that. Not to forget put the dinner in the slow cooker. Phew, what to do this afternoon?

My dentist appointment wasn’t until 10:50 and initially I planned to relax around the house until then but had a sudden change of heart and got up, showered and got on with my day. I have been paying a monthly fee for the dentist and with that I get a couple of free check ups and visits to the hygienist thrown in, yet in the last couple of years I have not bothered to visit the dentist. Until I realised I had a small cavity that is. Since I last visited, Ben who was my dentist has left replaced by Kate whom I met for the first time today.

Apart from the small cavity that will require filling, thankfully there is no need for anymore work. After a pleasant chat with Kate who explained things through fully, I made myself a couple of appointments to sort the cavity and see the hygienist. In a few weeks all should be back to normal but I must keep up with my check ups, after all I am paying for them.

After such a sunny day yesterday, the cloud returned today with rain forecast by late afternoon. I juggled around my head what chores I had to do including a quick run around the block so went about visiting the supermarket, post office and school.

My last run only a couple of days ago was hard work to say the least. This time I felt much better prepared. Hardly any muscle soreness from the last run, I had let my breakfast settle prior to this run and I decided to set a better rhythm this time rather than going off too quick too soon. The first mile I ever so slightly slowed the pace down and managed my breathing better which instantly felt better. I also recall a massive amount of negativity in my head last time out so today I decided to break the run down by telling myself it was just like doing 20 minutes on the treadmill. It will be over in no time.

Throughout the run I kept reminding myself of this and before I knew it I was back home and feeling much better. Not as out of breath as a couple of days ago. After a few stretches I was having lunch and wondering what else to do by 1.30pm. Come tomorrow I will be back in work for all weekend so I may as well relax and enjoy the peace and quiet whilst it lasts and my son returns home from school and then I start the cooking and washing up.

One thing I notice is that when I am off work I seem to have plenty of time to write blog posts, yet when at work juggling 10 hours work and the house, blogging seems to take a back seat. I haven’t really liked stockpiling articles to post when I am struggling to write as I like to write “in the moment”. So if you don`t hear from me until after the weekend you know I am, stuck in work.

Have a great weekend whatever you are doing.

Weekend catch up

We last left off on Saturday Morning when I was looking forward to an afternoon out eating and drinking with family. I think I have finally recovered from that night out now after drinking enough Spanish lager to sink the Armada. In fact it wasn’t a big boozy night out, we were very civilised and had a great meal out first but we finally fell into bed around 01:30 am. Coupled with a poor nights sleep, I was rather tired on Sunday and wanting to eat lots of stodgy food to keep away the hangover.

We visited Monton Village for the evening, firstly having a great meal in Zous bar and grill where the steak was superb not to mention the children’s milkshakes which were the best I have ever tasted, I am not exaggerating! Then we went over the road for a few cocktails in Vintage Ambience where the staff had our kids enthralled with their juggling skills akin to Cocktail the movie. Children are allowed in the bars until 9pm so we ventured back to my brother in laws house for the rest of the evening for more drinks and pizzas. My wife was mixing her drinks with red wine with her meal, rose wine afterwards and some cocktails too. It was no surprise she could not recall the taxi journey home a few hours later.

Sleepy Sunday

Sunday was a relaxing affair after the boozy night previously with me picking my dad up for him to come round and have his Sunday dinner with us. It was an afternoon sat on the sofa after cooking the dinner watching football. Thankfully we had done most of the house chores the day before, so Sunday really was a feet up day. A good job considering how lethargic we felt. On my way back home after returning my dad home, I felt those hunger pangs you get after a night on the beer and headed to McDonalds for more junk food. It is fair to say, I slept like a baby that evening, catching up on some much needed sleep.

Back to Work

Monday saw me return to the office for the first time in seven weeks with holiday and a course keeping me away. Thankfully it was an easy introduction back, catching up and getting myself straight with all those emails, etc. It was good to see all my work buddies and we had a laugh catching up on what I had missed over the last two months. A nice sedate re-introduction to work before I get fully back in the swing of things on Friday when I am in work all weekend.

So that is what I have been up to over the last few days. Have you done anything exciting or notable, maybe you have just chilled out too? Whatever it was feel free to share it with me.

Back to normality

Today marked a resumption in my shift pattern after finishing my course on Thursday and six weeks of working Monday to Friday. I should have returned to work this afternoon but with a bit of foresight, I booked some holiday and will not return until Monday.

So today it was enjoyable to have a day off in the week when my wife is at work and my youngest is at school. Just me and the pets and a list of chores to get through, which actually suited me to the ground.

As I was waiting for a boiler guy to come round and give us a quote for a new boiler as our old one (which is actually only 7 years old) is on its last legs. Whoever put in the current boiler chose a cheap model which is clearly not up to the job. We have had nothing but trouble with the boiler ever since we moved into the house 7 years ago with breakdowns every 12 to 18 months. Recently it has felt like we are just throwing money at it now and if this was a car (failing to start, running badly) we would have got rid long ago. Unfortunately a new boiler is anything from £1000 to £2000 and you never actually are prepared for this unlike buying a new car.

My dad had to replace his 20 year old boiler last year and he used a local company and has been happy with the boiler and the service so I gave them a call hence the visit today. The quote has just come through costing £1850 for a top quality boiler, there may be movement on the price if I ask for a lesser quality make, we shall see. One thing is for sure, we need a new one.

In between this visit, I did the clothes washing, sorted the dry clothes, hoovered the whole house and managed to get my hair cut. By 3.30pm I was ready for a cold beer, well it was 5pm somewhere in the world, so why not?

It is now just gone 7pm and I am sat on the sofa, writing this post whist sipping a beer and watching some sport. With all my chores done I can look forward to a chilled out morning tomorrow.

Although we plan to go out tomorrow afternoon, the rest of the weekend will hopefully be a relaxing affair.

When your son storms out and never returns

My eldest son who is almost 18 has not returned to the family home since he walked out in November 2017, on the day we cremated my mother. Things had been building for a couple of years between him and the rest of the family but since he left school at 16, things took a turn for the worst.

Growing up he was always a headstrong individual and knew what he wanted and nothing would stop in his way. We thought that one day he would emigrate or travel the would such was his single mindedness. Once he turned 14, he changed and became more of the mumbling, grumpy teenager. Yes I can put up with the messy bedroom, the smells and disorganised lifestyle although it is annoying. The trouble came when we tried to help him and encourage him around his school exams. Anytime we tried to motivate, encourage or even just give it to him straight he would always reject our help and claim we were always “having a go at him”. This went on for a couple of years and no matter what we did or tried it did not work.

He would always set his bar low, maybe to avoid disappointment? So it was no surprise when he did not do too great at his final exams. He was always a very capable child but never had the motivation to push himself from maybe a C grade to  a B or an A grade which was achievable. His answer was why, when a C grade is a pass? Yet at primary school he was in the “gifted and talented group” yet chose to apply as little effort as possible.

He always had issues with teachers even from primary school days. He hated people telling his what to do or that his actions have consequences. When he left school at 16, I gave out a sigh of relief with no more telephone calls home about his behaviour or attitude. We thought that going to college would help as it is more relaxed and not as regimental as school. However, he only lasted a couple of months at college after kicking over his work, swearing at staff and storming out. That college no longer wants him back even after an apology and I cannot say I blame them.

He had previously left home in a huff for one night and then for one week once and we never knew where he was as he would not keep in touch. Whenever I was out of the house, he would start arguments with his brother or his mum, yet did very little of this when I was around. He was aware of his height and weight advantage over his mum and younger brother and would bully his brother when we were not around. This we found out after he had left. This added so much stress in the house when I was working in the evenings as I did wonder what he may be up to when I was not at home to keep the relative peace.

The night he stormed out, I had left the house to drop my dad off at his home after the funeral and all seemed fine in the house. We had been trying to encourage our eldest to apply for part time jobs but everything we suggested was a rubbish idea.

When I returned home after dropping my dad off about an hour later, the whole house was in uproar. He had kicked off with his brother over the use of my laptop, he wanted him off the computer there and then despite him having an arrangement with his brother about this. When my wife tried to intervene as peacemaker our eldest flipped his lid and went into a rage. So much of a rage that he squared up to me and I really thought he was going to punch me. That was the first time ever that he has done that and I knew then this was a game changer. He went upstairs threatening to leave for good and started to pack his things.

After 10 minutes or so, I went into his room and gave him an ultimatum. Stay and we try to work this all out or if you are going, your going for good and I want his house key back. If he was to go, I was not prepared for him to return sometime later when he felt like it and expect the world to go on as normal, we had been here many times before and I wasn’t prepared to go through that again. Looking back he clearly had a plan that night. The next day, I got a call from the local council who deal with young people especially homeless ones and he had turned up there at 10am reporting himself as homeless.

He would never have known where to go and what to do so I suspect he had been finding this out for himself in the weeks prior to him leaving. Also, he was never awake before 2pm most afternoons such was his lazy attitude, yet here he is at 10am reporting himself homeless. That was another frustration in the house that he would not get up until mid afternoon yet claimed he was going to find a job without our help.

I used to see his friends walking to college in a morning or going for lunch in the local supermarket all before he had even woken up. And he was expected to be trusted to sort his job prospects out?

I was then and still adamant now that he will never return to our house. We have had some support from the social workers over the last few years with him and that continued. We tried reconciliation and I did go and see him a few times, sometimes taking our youngest too but he never wanted to see his mum. He always for some reason blamed her for all his failings. He has lived in a flat run by a youth project and I am happy that he has a roof over his head and a support network of staff who help his with benefits and job offer’s, etc. So I know he is not living on the street.

Whilst he was living with us the atmosphere was terrible. We only realised how bad it was when he left. Whilst he was under our roof we were all so tense, like a balloon blown up so much it is about to explode. Yet when he left, it felt like some of that air had been let out of the balloon and we could all relax somewhat. No one should have to live like that in their own home.

One evening a couple of months ago, I was around at his flat talking and he started arguing over old ground. He still claims that I threw him out of the family home when I demanded his key. However, like his brother says, who was there during the argument that night, he left of his own free will, I did not throw him out. Anyway, when he started arguing I left and have not heard from him since. He did however, kindly report that night to staff that we as parents used to beat him and his brother with a belt when they were younger.

That was the final nail in the coffin for me. There was an investigation by social services and as expected no evidence to his claim. We had to be spoken to and his younger brothers school was visited to establish how he is in school. To see if there are any concerns from staff around him, which the school said there were none and his brother is a happy well looked after child.

We did tell social services that this was clearly a malicious claim and the timing proved that. He made this accusation in a temper when I left and decided to cause us problems which they agreed.

So as we approach his 18th birthday, we should be getting him driving lessons, looking forward to a party of coming of age. He should be in education or maybe employment like a lot of his friends are, but no, he is being left behind as he has no motivation in him.

He stayed at my dads the other night, which is fine none of us want him to miss out on seeing his granddad. My dad stated he could see our frustrations as he was clearly uninterested and lacking motivation in trying to get somewhere in life. He has been to job interviews but does not chase things up. My dad told him to chase up the company who had interviewed him, which he finally did to find out they wanted a couple of things from him before processing his application. His attitude was one of being so relaxed he was never going to get around to doing what the company wanted. Like my dad says, he needs a rocket up him to get him to do anything. Yet when you ever try to help him or tell him to pull up his socks, he claims you are having a go at him, we despair.

In truth, I do think about him and the situation almost daily. It is a crying shame how things turned out but we never wanted any of this, it was all of his own doing yet he always plays the victim. When I see photographs around the house of him when he was younger, it seems a shame how he turned out. People say that 16-17 years old is a tough age and they will come through it. I understand that but our son was on a whole new level one which I dare Mother Teresa not to lose her patience with him.

 

End of an era

Can you call six weeks an era? Well I just have.

Today was the final day of my course and as such the end of an era. Apart from the course which was the best I have attended in my 18 year career for a number of reasons I will not waffle on about, my fellow classmates have made it a blast.

Myself and the other eleven souls have bonded really well. Despite being put into three separate syndicates of four for certain roles and tests we have gelled really well. Thankfully we had no mouthy, know it all types and we were all of a similar age and experience. Sure there were some funnier and extravagant that others, some more chilled but the group was a really good mix.

I have enjoyed my new daily routine with a different drive to work than normal. The relaxed atmosphere and having a good old natter in the mornings over decent coffee prior to the course starting. We actually all got together and put a small brew fund together which also showed our team spirit. Apparently some groups can be quiet and do not bond so the trainers really noticed how comfortable we all were with each other.

Each week there was a non work related quiz that resulted in points being awarded for first, second and third. This went on until the last day and the final quiz, which our syndicate won resulted in us fully accepting our prizes of bags of chocolate (which I have just finished off with a coffee !)

After the course finished today, we all went to the local TGI Fridays`s restaurant for burger and a beer. Throughout the meal we laughed and giggled about the previous six weeks before we finally said our goodbyes. Although our paths may never cross again, none of us will ever forget this course and the time we had. We plan to stay in touch whether that be via our whatsapp group or work email but I hope we do keep in contact.

As I type, I cannot help but feel melancholic and a sense of coming down from the last month and a half. The learning, the laughs and the experience will stay with me for sometime. We will never do this course or similar again and I think we all look fondly back on our time here.

Goodness knows what I will do with myself tomorrow morning………

Something different

For the last six weeks, I have been on a course with work and out of my usual routine of working shifts, something I have done for eighteen years. When I have previously attended courses these have lasted for anything from one day to one week. So the thought of working Monday to Friday 8am-3pm daily did initially make me wonder how I would adjust. Adjust I did and as I enter the last couple of days of the course, I can honestly say that I have thoroughly enjoyed the course and also enjoyed working Monday to Friday, having every weekend off.

If you work shifts then you will know where I am coming from. I am well and truly out of the routine of “living for the weekend”. Those daily rush hour drives into work that have you stressed before you have even started. The Monday morning blues, excitement of Fridays and repeat. I did think the weeks would drag and I would spend my days counting down the time until the weekend but thankfully that has not been the case.

Sure some mornings the traffic was the pits, other days everyone appeared to have stayed in bed and I enjoyed a simple drive in. It is strange how some days are busier on the roads than others, two days are never the same, I do wonder where do people go sometimes?

Having every weekend off with the family has been very enjoyable. Guaranteed weekends off allowed us to plan things in and that has to be one of the best things about working Monday to Friday. Shift work does allow me some weekends off but I do enjoy my days off in the week when everyone else is in work. So the roads are quieter as are the shops.

One regret whilst on the course has not been making the most of the time I have had in the evenings. Returning home by 3 or 4pm has allowed me plenty of time in the evenings to either exercise or do some chores about the house. I certainly would have liked to have exercised more in the evenings by either jogging or swimming but this course has been taxing on the brain.

You would think that sitting on your backside all day listening and learning with going for coffee being the most exercise you get all day would mean that you would be full of energy in the evenings. Sadly not.

Each evening all I have wanted to do is sit down, have dinner and do very little else. Some evenings I have been asleep by 10pm completely shattered after a day of doing very little. Some say, “the less you do the less you want to do” and I do believe that saying. I suspect getting up at 6.20am for five days consecutively has an impact as well as the amount of thinking you have to do which means you are shattered when you get home.

Before I know it I will be back at work and into the old routine, wishing I was back on the course having a laugh with my colleagues and finished by 3pm. I had better enjoy the last few days whilst I have the opportunity.