Well, here I am in my new flat!
It's been a bit of an upheaval having to move again - I am beginning to feel like a nomad as I have moved house six times in the last four years! Anyway, now that I have retired and don't have to chase work, it seems sensible to live nearer to my children, and they're glad to have me help out with cooking and stuff, because they work very long hours. In return they help me with things I can't manage - like unscrewing jars and putting out bins! Silly things really, but a nightmare when you can't do them
My flat is two stories up, nice lift, with a balcony, and near the Quayside in Southampton, so it's all rather glamorous. The only downside is the seagulls. I think it must be their mating season or something because they squawk constantly from daybreak to darkness and it's absolutely deafening.
I don't sleep very well at night - like most of us 'fibrettes', I seem to get more pain when I lie down and try to rest, so I have plan of action; late at night when the gulls have ceased their screeching and settled down in their fishy little nests, I'm going to be up over the roof tops and do a bit of squawking back at the beggars!
AWK! AWK!!!! AAAWWWWKKK!!!!!
I wonder if seagulls would suffer from 'Non-restorative Sleep Syndrome'? It would be interesting to keep them awake for a few nights and find out, wouldn't it now?
On second thoughts,this sort of adventure might get me arrested, and I'm not sure that 'free running' across Southampton's picturesque roof scape is quite the best thing for someone a little stiff in the joints.
Looking at it philosophically, I quite like the old 'gulls. They're noisy, but wonderful to watch as they glide and swoop and slide down the thermals. I wonder what it's like to feel so free and light and fearless?
Best of all I enjoy watcing them from the deck of a nicely-trimmed boat, skipping along in a fresh breeze, with my home port and the local boozer within reach of a couple of hours' sailing. Now that I'm back in dear old Southampton, I intend to be doing just that as soon as I possibly can!
So ... if you're out at sea, and you notice something whizz by ... it might be a bird, it might be a 'plane ... it might be me, out sailing and hunting them thar seagulls!
Salty hugs ... Moffy x