Weird midlife crisis type weekend and start to the week. Folks down over the weekend, first time I've seen them since about July/August, so that was cool. Xmas presents and birthday presents all in one hit, for starters. Went out for a meal and had a generally fab time but somewhere along the way the alcohol turned thoughts to the old days.
Monday afternoon returning from a job and the brakes on the van failed at seventy-odd in the fast lane as somebody undertook and dodged in front. Swerved to miss and clipped a car on the offside with my rear wheel, steering wrenched out of my hands and I careered across into the slow lane, fortunately empty. Managed to grab the wheel again in time to avoid hitting the embankment and slowed down through the gears to limp ten miles to a service station in second gear. AA turn up and find no brake fluid in the system when the van's been fine all weekend. Hmm. Get home eventually - got the shakes by now - and woke up this morning with whiplash on top of bad guts from spewing up a dodgy dinner. Shoulders and neck now like one huge lump of knotted muscle. Lovely.
Have also spent the last two days having major problems at home, can't decide whether we're splitting up or not. General consensus is neither of us wants to but that we have problems. My work and O's uni course seem to set us at loggerheads these days just with pressure of stuff. Temporary ceasfire as she has final exams in a fortnight and I don't wanna fuck up her mind at the minute. Meanwhile am under orders to get a social life again: since this time last year regular drinking buddies seem to have drifted away/moved on and I'm finding less and less opportunity to get out and about, whether pubbing or gigging. Spent an interesting two hours at Friends Reunited and have connected up with a couple of me old punkas from back in the village who I haven't seen in maybe fifteen years or more, and talk of a meet is in the air.
Am newly determined to sort out midlife crisis just by doing shit: emails sent out already to various peeps I've not contacted in a while; I can see a series of weekends away coming up. Lincs, Northants, Tonbridge watch out. Joined the gym again today, first time I've been in about two years; swimming Sunday morning and start the scuba lessons I've promised for ages so I can go do that cage dive in South Africa I got two birthdays ago... Maybe a new bike when the weather's good again (lousy fucking rain even as I type). PC stuff bought in defiance of taxman has started to turn up and have been tearing out hair trying to configure wireless network so can SG in the garden!
In spite of all the above bits of positivity, realise am feeling fucking shite and it's not just the stomach pains and shoulders. Hate my life at present.
Monday afternoon returning from a job and the brakes on the van failed at seventy-odd in the fast lane as somebody undertook and dodged in front. Swerved to miss and clipped a car on the offside with my rear wheel, steering wrenched out of my hands and I careered across into the slow lane, fortunately empty. Managed to grab the wheel again in time to avoid hitting the embankment and slowed down through the gears to limp ten miles to a service station in second gear. AA turn up and find no brake fluid in the system when the van's been fine all weekend. Hmm. Get home eventually - got the shakes by now - and woke up this morning with whiplash on top of bad guts from spewing up a dodgy dinner. Shoulders and neck now like one huge lump of knotted muscle. Lovely.
Have also spent the last two days having major problems at home, can't decide whether we're splitting up or not. General consensus is neither of us wants to but that we have problems. My work and O's uni course seem to set us at loggerheads these days just with pressure of stuff. Temporary ceasfire as she has final exams in a fortnight and I don't wanna fuck up her mind at the minute. Meanwhile am under orders to get a social life again: since this time last year regular drinking buddies seem to have drifted away/moved on and I'm finding less and less opportunity to get out and about, whether pubbing or gigging. Spent an interesting two hours at Friends Reunited and have connected up with a couple of me old punkas from back in the village who I haven't seen in maybe fifteen years or more, and talk of a meet is in the air.
Am newly determined to sort out midlife crisis just by doing shit: emails sent out already to various peeps I've not contacted in a while; I can see a series of weekends away coming up. Lincs, Northants, Tonbridge watch out. Joined the gym again today, first time I've been in about two years; swimming Sunday morning and start the scuba lessons I've promised for ages so I can go do that cage dive in South Africa I got two birthdays ago... Maybe a new bike when the weather's good again (lousy fucking rain even as I type). PC stuff bought in defiance of taxman has started to turn up and have been tearing out hair trying to configure wireless network so can SG in the garden!
In spite of all the above bits of positivity, realise am feeling fucking shite and it's not just the stomach pains and shoulders. Hate my life at present.
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Good luck sorting your relationship out. If she's doing her Finals, she's bound to be feeling the strain from that. Maybe things will improve when she's finished?