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Somewhere far far away in a parallel universe...

The sounds of childhood

Some sounds are typical:

the tinny mechanical rendition of Greensleeves from a distant ice-cream van. (I can almost feel the sticky penny in my hot little hand as I think about sitting on the edge of the kerb waiting for the van to arrive)

Raindrops tumbling heavily onto a windowsill

The school bell

Winds rippling through trees

The silence white world of snow

More specific to my world:

Sunday League football. Our garden bordered onto a 26 acre plot of land with football pitches, cricket pavilion and wooded dell. On Sunday mornings I rose to the sound of footballs being booted and men shouting.

Arguments

Grandma sweeping the garden path

My dad counting money when he was an insurance man

The rumble of a train line

Myself. Singing.

The sound of late night television programmes leaking up from the living room to my bedroom. I once lay on the landing and cried when my babysitter wouldn't let me watch The Sweeney.



Tales of the Unexpected elicited a similar response.





This tune always made me feel like crying...



Schools and colleges programmes are much cooler now than they were at the time.

Organazized

That day has arrived. Like Travis Bickle, I'm on a quest for clarity, simplicity and order where there's now nothing but sprawling chaos.
I have already cleared my spare* room and am currently sifting through paperwork, some of which is 10 years old and has been extraneous to my needs for at least 5 of those. Why do we keep stuff? Why do i find it so hard to let go of a bus ticket from 1985? I know that if I don't excise the surplus I will end up like Mr Trebus.

Anyway, I know that this blog posting is my little avoidance technique for today. So, back to it.
And when my paperwork is up-to-date....my computer folders really need work.



Then....my desk.




*junk