what is wrong with Hull?

Would you believe that there is - apparently - no one else on blogger who will admit to being from / in / at Hull? I find this shocking.

It is unfortunately not a place with a very prepossesing reputation. In fact, probably most people who are not from round these parts will think negative, grim thoughts when the name is mentionned. Added to this is the attitude that many of the locals have with regards to their city. Namely that it is a hateful scum hole that they are quite eager to get out of (if only they had some GCSE's - sorry, did I really make that sweeping pigeon-holing statement? Surely not...). They obviously just don't know where to look, or is it that they haven't actually been anywhere else and therefore don't realise that it is just most of England that is not that nice anyway?

But there are so many good things about it. Honest. I just don't have the time to write about them all right now. That one is for later.


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back to the future

Hannu's back at home.
We are a complete household. And today (like a previously unexpected but none the less pleasant bolt from the blue) she has a job interview. For a potentially good if rather intensive job.

This is very exciting, though we are both - not very successfully - trying to not get too excited. Just in case she doesn't get the post. She is as good, secretly far better of course, as any of the candidates and in my opinion definitely deserves the opportunity. It would be marvelous beyond words to have two real incomes for a while (12 month contract), to not have to worry about end of month overdraft limit scraping and to be able to get on with sorting out the above mentioned home.

One thing bothers me though.
Why am I writing in that stupid style that seems to have become synonymous with blogging? The stilted sentence, with the almost unexpected stop. With the same idea continued in a further possibly unnecessary sentence. It is a style that would probably annoy me as a reader, so I will try and avoid it at all cost. In future.

The interview is at 2:45, then dinner at D&J's.
What will be will be (no, I'm still not even convincing myself).

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Wednesday morning
Just before lunchtime
Quiet ambient piano music across the desk from Martin's pc...

I am now Home, in Our House and feel that I should be doing something more than just going back to it after work. Doing something useful, unique, that I can do while I am there on my own to be productive.

There is no tv (well there is the old portable, but I am resisting the occasional though not too strong urge to plug it in), so that means time to turn into something. But there is no computer and I would like to write stuff and be creative in that sense.

Ah well, how about resorting to the old ink pen and trusty note pad?

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about me

Weeks and months turn into years and who knows what surprises a new day will bring? As shelves fill with more songs, dust collects, memories accumulate and we pass through the lives of others, sometimes pausing, sometimes pulling up a chair, sometimes moving on. Thinking that tomorrow is going to be like yesterday. What do we know? I just like words and pictures, so why make excuses for collecting those either? But some things will never change, the sad songs will always be the best ones.


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