Category: my dog

Tick Tock-Give n Take

Joey Jones4 Comments

If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?

OK. So the small print reads for 24 hours..  Lovely but tricky.

What to do about the unlimited budget?

And how does one get the most out of that scenario?

Buying  a home would be a bit time-consuming. Could sort the wheels, tho.

I guess Plan A would be to transfer £X into my account and see what happens.  

There is a young man I know of K who would benefit from hip replacement surgery. Getting that sorted would be good.

And then…all the bits and bobs I could get sorted via Amazon, notonthehighstreet and etsy in a short time.

We’ve got a pretty good high street in town. I could sort that in Two Hours…The White Company,Mint Velvet, Phase 8, Space..just for a girly retail therapy moment.

Back home online, I’d be looking at high-end orthopedic beds for Patch, which he would snub for ‘rough sleeping… A year’s supply of his very expensive gummies would be good.

Huge donations to all the charities I can think of.

Financial support wire transfers to everyone I know who would appreciate one.

I would love a high-end microscope.

It would be great to enter my DNA into all available banks to see what would happen.

Not sure where I would find the time to buy some art. But there are some pieces I would like.

I still haven’t paid for my funeral, which I really do want to be sorted out soon. Click n collect,no bother, no cars, flowers or ceremony.

I would need to prioritise my list before the 24 hours kicked off.. 

It would be a very measured 24 hours!

All cool this end

Joey Jones6 Comments

Tell us about your first day at something

Patch presented me with a first today.

I had in mind something else to write about, but hey, a lie-in until 9.20am. And not just a lie but an actual sleep.

No biggie, you may be thinking?  But walk 6 months in my moccasins, and you’ll get the drift.

He often gets me up early doors, and often that’ll be me awake and chipper (ish). Or he’ll go back to bed but still be up before it’s light and expecting me to follow suit.

This morning? Whoa, what a treat. I let him out ( and he went quietly without waking the hood) at around 5am. That was cool, no probs, but then we settled back down and knew nothing until after 9 am. Yikes! That’s a first.

When we did go out, the sunshine  in a blue sky was waiting for us. The car had defrosted, and it was pretty mild all things considered.

Himself took the lead, and after inspecting some greenery came back to the car waiting for his chauffeur to get his steps ( caravan steps, that he needs to get in the back seat, or boot, whichever takes his fancy at that particular moment)

We head off and see/hear Santa and his brass band playing in The Square. ‘ In the bleak mid winter ‘no less. Words by the ever wonderful Christina Rossetti.

Out of the car and passing other peeps here and there, a smile, a ‘ hey’ or ‘good morning’ in one case a brief chat at the abundance of scarlet berries and another around why the Catkins are out.( We had no idea) It was lovely. The grass under our feet heavy with dew and sparkled in the sun. Surreal, explains it best. To be rested is sublime.

More going out than coming in

Joey Jones4 Comments

I’ve got to that interesting stage in my life in many ways amazing. The wisdom that lets itself in is quite something.

I’m sure most of us have heard someone say ‘ knowing what I know now’ in respect to having the ability to go back in time and relive some of those years.

Yeah, if only in hindsight, we could live those lives differently. I may have chosen to be less generous. But hey.

And yet it wouldn’t have brought me to where I am now. And if we’re comfortable in our skins, we can be grateful for those experiences that led us to this point. Can’t we?

Funding our lives is a bit of a challenge, it has to be said…admitted at some stage. If I am going to be transparent and authentic with you.

Patch and his needs cost me the earth. But what he gives me on return is truly priceless.

If push came to shove, I’d sell my soul for him.

Money cannot buy true humbleness. Can it?