I spent the first 44 years of my life in the UK, doing the usual stuff: being educated, married, 2 children, struggling to make ends meet, 70 hour per week job but only allowed to enter 49 on my work sheet, writing whenever I could, sketching on paper tablecloths, wages spent usually before it arrives—normal, everyday occurances.
Moved to Spain 4 years ago and… not much has changed, still struggling to make ends meet, the hours have changed, though. I’m now down to 45. The rest is virtually the same.
And I still retain a sense of humour. Amazing!
11/03/2008
I would like to give a special ‘thank you’ to Lianne, Dana Yoachum, Naylor and mixeddelite, for your kind words of encouragement; you can’t imagine how chuffed I feel now.
Constructive critisism is always welcome, please don’t be scared.
Jackiejax is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Kittens!, Mother Nature's Finest, Pets Are Us ~ 2 per day and WMG.
I’ve laid here for hours counting the sheep, / Why oh why can’t I get to sleep?
“Your cat’s been in my prize leeks again!” The grouchy old Barney Rubble look-alike yelled at me as I came home from work one night.
Go on, keep on moving and never look back.
I wonder if anything lives down there, / maybe life’s started up again. / I wonder if something can breathe acid air, / or perhaps it’s dead; just the same.
A lifetime is captured / and frozen in a frame. / Which is placed in an album / and given date, time and name.