A dream you convince yourself is going to happen...

    It must be 10 years at least. I'm not able to hobble upstairs to check my dream boards, as I'm currently sitting on the couch writing this, while my good foot is soaking in a hot bowl of water with apple cider vinegar. 

I know just looks like a shed right?

 

    My toes on my left foot are absolutely killing me, they are on fire, and my Achilles which I thought was ok, I have discovered is playing up, like if I stand at the kitchen counter making a cuppa.

   So here I am, dropping to bits.

    I've just had a call from the IBD nurses and given my dates for the first three vedolizumab infusion's, all dependant on not having any infections, to be discovered either in my foot when I visit my doc's or when I provide yet another pop sample. If shit was money, I'd be worth a whole fucking steaming pile of it. I've taken that many tests.

   Why the fuck I just couldn't just go and get a less embarrassing illness, but on no, had to all revolve around me guts and access through me asshole.

   Good job I no longer give a fuck. In fact, I am reading a book, it's by a gentleman named Mark Manson, and it's called "The Subtle Art of not Giving a Fuck.' I highly recommend it, and I am only a few chapters in, it's so funny and the authors take on things is bang on.

   So what have I been up to, well I am seven chapters into a book I have decided to write, just over 17,000 words, and I am enjoying both writing, the creative side and discovering how I think. I've actually read sections of my book aloud and thought to. Myself "Hey this is canny good." Obviously nee good been the only critique of my own work, so sent a rough draft over to me cuz, wor David. I'm sure he will give me an honest opinion, and I'll either start again or virtually rip up all my hard work and just say "Fuck it."

   Now then I got side tracked there, as I started with " It must be 10 years at least."

I can see it in my dreams

   What I was going to say is for over ten years I have been dreaming of somehow coming into money and buying my dream house up in Scotland.

    It would have enough land to start up my various business ideas and basically, I would live happily ever after.

On a night just as UI am in that state of mind where you are between connciousness and that other sidesub-conciousness i can imagine, as it it's real that I am walking through this house. i know it off by heart. I imagine walking up to the door and opening it, making a drink or even a dram of whiksey, sets the see and relaxing lying omn a couch with my hand on the floor listening to the house, with a perculiar sensatuion as if it speaks to me. 

Absolutely beautiful

      I checked to see if a particular house was still for sale, yet again today, I don't most days in truth. The house in question I believe has been up for sale on three separate occasions. Something wrong...Or it’s waiting for me. Hopefull the Universe comes across my wee blog and decides I am not a bad fella, and gives mne a helping hand. My business idea's actually invvolve giving back, just so you know I am not all greedy and possession orientated.

Hoefully the Universe reads my blog "Hey just puttng it out there."

   

I'm going to have to sell a lot more Lost2bFound books. Just checked I've only sold sixty-one. Come on people for fucks sake, it's only a couple of quid as an e-book, and a paperback is a tenner.

Lost2bFound "come on people grab a copy."

 

 I only make on average 70 p a book, so  I have to sell oh I dunno, about a million. Only 999,949 to go, yeah, I'm staying positive.

    Bringing up an image of the house on my phone and pinning I decided to write this whatever you would like to call it, poem, musing or maybe nonsense or crap.

Glass House

As I look at the scene—it reminds me of a dream, where a red—roofed house- that's made of glass—lies beneath blue skies all filled with clouds that getntly drift and pass by.

Amd upon cold days-weary bones can be warmed - while sat besides a inviting open fire- where it lifts their spirits higher and higher.

A choice presented—to listen to the beautiful sourrounding nature or—put on a track and get lost in the future journeys—each song a new adventure.

Surrounded by a land made up of gree, green grass—with wild flowers in nearby meadows—trees and hedges—protecing the borders, right to their edges.

And upon those borders—lies a wee cabin overlooking a Lochan—whose views are so beautiful—that you can find yourself lost in dreams again.

Dream that are so special— and rest deep in the souls of us—bringing content smiles and warmth—preventing negative mental thgoughts that can form like ruust in us. 

    Well, that's about it,  time to dry my foot off and go and do something less boring instead.