If you read my previous post, about a visit to Dunwich, you will know my concerns about the Bee-Wasp wars of 2024. I had not been out of the house since. Consumed with trepidation, I decided to reconnoitre a local urban/estuary area. All my fears were allayed, as there was an uneasy truce. The wasps controlled a profusion of bins, pubs and ice cream vendors. The bees got all the flowers and parks, except the bins. Each park was reminiscent of communist era Berlin. Communities of wasps held checkpoints around garbage bins. At one point, I accidentally trod through an undiscovered escape tunnel network, dug by escaping Bees. I have named these areas Berbin.
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I've got an allergy to bank holidays. When everyone else is reveling, released from the daily shackles of their evil overlord bosses, I lose money. In fact holidays cannot happen full stop. Luckily I'm fully satisfied with days out with the fam. I sound like a Chas and Dave record. DOWN AT MARGATE!
In fact, random sod it all to hell days, are a boon for some self employed people. I am also tolerent of being skint at various intervals, because I have nobody telling me what the feck to do. Bliss.
Since Alfred was born, we wanted to find as many ways as possible to spend even more time with him, by restricting our work hours, increasing household efficiency and somehow combining days out with a bit of work. Not easy. But we are just starting to get some results. I have no idea how long we can sustain it. Money can be incredibly tight. Mortgage repayments have stopped. I take each day and week as it comes. I am basically sodding it all to hell so I can be with my boy. I will happily pay the price later down the line when he has grown up. (PLEASE NOTE: In my next rant I am not including the 90% of people who have to work to eat and survive). When I see parents who can afford to retire or semi retire 10 times over, who don't, I am very confused as to why they would not want to be with their litluns as much as possible. Flog your castle and downgrade to a normal house and be with your fecking family. The most common regret I hear from blokes obsessed with money and career, is that they wished they had spent more time with little Alganon-Baxonville Smythe iiv.
Anyway, back to the day out.
Hello! My wife, Rebecca, has already written a blog post about this day. We thought it would be a healthy challenge for me to do a blog piece about it too!
Okay here goes… So we set out on our travels, with the aim for Alfred’s nap of the day to be in the car. That worked well. The journey was decent. We saved money by packing sandwiches. I sneaked a bottle of one my favourite wheat beers in the cool bag - it’s a USA take on a Belgian wheat beer, called Blue Moon. Num num. Except it kept getting attacked by a wasp. I hate wasps, they are pigs. But I do genuinely like pigs, they are not wasps.
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