I again realise I have no idea who, if anyone reads this, thus I shall presume its the whole world.

And as such I shall direct this, at a person, who doubtlessly knows who they are, despite bein shrowded in mystery from my point of view.

Because I don't KNOW who you are, or WHY you feel the need periodically to ring me, listen to e say 'hello', not speak.. and then listen to me ake disparaging remarks about whoever you are... though someties you deny me that pleasure and simply sigh then hang up.

Well firstly I apologise that my phone greeting dissapoints you so, I should perhaps say somethign more inspiring.. like 'you have reached the HOTLINE for aural delights'.. though personally I will always favour 'hello' its my traditional side you see... so whomever you are, who finds such grave disapointment in my answering manner.. ach, you'll Just have to stop ringing won't you.

Also, and frankly it would e stooping to conjecture, to assume its one person doing this.. womsoever decided that 2.46am was a GOOD time to ring me, I must correct you, again i cn be quite traditional at times - and as such WAS asleep.. to get to the phone JUST as it stops ringing is ALWAYS frustrating, whats MORE frustrating is when you discover it was a witheld number..

For all I know, someone had albeit foolishly, fallen suffered shocking injuries, and for reasons which may have made sense to them at the time, decided to ring me, to request help.. I'm a big advocate of rinigng the emergency services in that instance - for I am NOT a medical professional, I cannot therefore help you....


Anyway, whoever you are - your fun and apparent disapointment will soon be ending, on account its entirely possible to BLOCK witheld numbers ever being allowed to reach you... and only a foolish lunatic would be so strange as to leave a record of their number... largely on teh grounds that I consider this to be an annoyance harrassment if you will, and for all you kow I miht have been keeping a record of this or 6 months now, which I will be reporting to say... the Police.

Do yourself a favour and FUCK OFF

Life feels like a film, not a very exciting film at that.

But I am but a casual observer, watching the protaginist floating in the sea that fills a void.

My every day it seems blends imperceptibly with the next, punctuated by periods of sleep and mealtimes. The children provide the reason to get up each day and like an automated Mum go through the motions, same old same old day after day..

As sure as this will pass, I'll feel like I am living my life, I'll be back inside my head, not watching from a safe distance behind the eyes.