So as a rather ordinary
middle class chap in a fairly ordinary house in an ordinary little village in
the hills of Shropshire in Great
Britain , you might be wondering exactly how
I sort of decorate my humble abode. You see I do not have loads of money to do
this but I am also keen to give the space the personal touch, as I’m sure we
all are. I suspect the inside of houses is like snowflakes, no two are alike
despite using the same basic building blocks to create it, which in mine and
many others is good old IKEA. OK we do have a lot of stuff that is not IKEA but
lets face it they have cornered the market in the world of convenient flat pack
furniture.
Ok I know it does not look
like it but at least a day has passed since the last paragraph so PHEW. Now you
might be wondering why but just as I finished it a voice through the room said
. . . . Do you fancy some food. .
. . Well it went from there to fighting Zombies at the edge of the woods, they
are not keen on the cold and were trying to invade our central heating system,
and then after that I got distracted.
Anyway one thing I did do
yesterday was resigned from my part time job doing IT, this is good and bad.
The main bad thing is that I am now not earning any money, but not earning any
money does have one rather useful advantage you see I can now say I am a
penniless poet. Penniless poets have far more street cred than those who make
loads of money; actually I don’t think any poets make loads of money which is
why they are all penniless. To tell the truth it is a bit mad becoming a
penniless poet because with a fairly high degree of certainty it is possible to
predict a life of obscurity and no money. Something of a contradiction to my middle
class lifestyle in a small village in Shropshire .
This brings me back to our
humble homes interior. You see by making
little things with cardboard and the like; and adding a few bits and pieces
from charity shops, even a simple middle class penniless poet can maintain an
illusion of grandeur. As well as telling interesting little stories among the
IKEA shelving.
I appear to have created a
rather rambling diary entry tonight, not sure how that happened and I will need
to think up some more poetry soon as well as make arty things to maintain my
new life as a penniless poet and artist.
I guess I could say I’m a Professional Blogger, folk seem to do that now
and most of them that do blog less than I do. . .
Hello Rob
ReplyDeleteHello
What are you up to
nothing just sort of keeping the folk up to date with life in a small place
So you are boring them then
No no They are interested, they are keen to learn how us Brits Blog
I think they might be a little more keen on why a part-time genius IT Guru has given it all up and plans to chill and make a fake welsh chapel in the garden in the summer.
Look that's a secret it might not happen yet and a chap can only do so much IT before they need to escape.
But your a rubbish poet and nobody likes cardboard art. And you are rubbish at typing too
Well one must keep at it
pointy stick held high
and giving it
ones best try
Well Said
Welcome to my world lol
ReplyDeleteJust remember, the world always needs someone to fight the zombies.
As long as there are Zombies I will be out there with a pointy stick and a poem about seagulls or something similar.
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