A baby boom or a

time for Christmas temporary workers, increasing the influx of people commuting. The bus journey back home most different this last month. We have been packed in like sardines every week this Autumn. It doesn't help when the buses do not turn up either. The talk of double deckers and more chit chat than usual ... though by then I am all chatted out ...  

The many feelings of getting used to the strange familiar outside of the home. The new seasons with a more regular trip out in a more consecutive time. The bus journey is a transition time to lessen the impact on each shift on a ward. The sights, sounds and smells in abundance of others distress out of their environment ... the banter and smiles to lessen the negative experience they are suffering ... A simple smile makes many a day. Or a simple request or task ... and some appreciate in silence while others are more vocal ... 

Outside Disturbance of the peace

the Saturday after the oblivion of the commotion to start with until police and ambulance descended in the communal halls of a Friday night. This resulted in another disturbance this day when the police knocked with the usual queries after an incident  ... 

All I know is since the elderly gentleman vacated a flat, new people who can be loud have moved in. Though I have been here and there away in thoughts and sometimes physically away. I was in Kernow when the changeover of this void property was dealt with. As I was another time when opposite to my flat changed families... The new family opposite are quieter... 

The previous couple were noisy at times in all aspects of life, including in the making of a family ... when the third came along they moved. The policy of same sex that can share one bedroom. The mixed sexes sharing until a certain time then you can upgrade. That's how flat life is ... producing too many off spring or complaining about other matters to move on to a home. 

A few of us are just happy to have a home. 

There are six flats on a block. Until the elder gentleman departed, three occupancies were over a decade of being here. 

The legislation has evolved with life. On arriving here we had one overflow from the keyworkers block into general needs ...  There are five blocks of six flats. Two flats each on three levels. The only adjoining neighbours are ceiling to floor. One whole block is temporary accommodation. The key worker block has at least one general needs. The rest are general needs. The rulings of occupying the social housing to capacity to reduce waiting times. 

I under occupy. The irony in belongings overtaken life space. Though I was too young at the time of that post crisis, to go into what I thought would be a good idea of sheltered housing ... cos I was falling over and clearly incapable of life to begin with. I nearly lost a thumb  etc ... that was a whole other story. 

Never being in the right criteria for help cos apparently I chose that life ... that dismal holiday season. Lack of seasonal goodwill by unsympathetic departments covering the usual staff .. 

My sister still is remiss of the fact of the initial dealing of the lack of some understanding I am in the transference state of that life of a difficult husband's needs mentally and physically then rubbing off on me. 

The new kitten

hiding behind the TV cabinet with the first full blast of the firework days up in the North, tonite. I met him briefly for the first time recently. I did not think I would see him that tiny. I am due to see him next month. The plans in place for a remembrance Indian. A Christmas meal out with the foster family of the boyfriend. And then again spending Christmas Day with them. 

I am back in the bowels of a life disrupted with fresh ideas after a complete getaway. We explored the   North of Wales by afternoon where the language is spoken quite a bit. And played board games of an evening ... 

I am working through the tiredness. I have some fresh outlooks on the practicality of moving forward. In the winter it is getting to do the tasks in the lesser daylight without blazing the electrics. The schedule in attempt to settle in one room and craft away, when darkness falls. And work out the logistics of any keeps. The flourish appearing of crochet with charts, cross stitch and making a thank you card ... 

The tug and pull of doing only the practical craft making without filling up my own home ... 

The homemade calendar is requested again for next year. I have made cat toys. Therefore I am off loading the stash. One has had supplies in good nick to use and get out the home in a relaxing on the mood way. A win win. No outlay and the sparkle of those receiving the handmade with love gift ...

The lull before the rush

one early November day ....

The 52 sleeps before one day spent in many and various ways across the lands. The anticipation of the talk and glimpse of glitter ... for me a tonic for some retail therapy in the first inkling of time back in society.... A trip to Bromley which happened to be a little overdue in the plan to visit again, after the debut post trauma trip ... a place where the first inklings of the festive times in this area were made on a regular basis a long time now gone.