The week when Northern Ireland grinds to a halt

Wednesday is the Twelfth of July, the day the Orange Order celebrate the victory by the Protestant King William over the Catholic King James in 1690. Amidst all the nonsense and hullabaloo surrounding the ‘religious’ divide here – as far as I’m concerned, the differences between the Irish and British are cultural rather than national or religious – most people still wanna just get along. It’s just the PTSD-induced victim class that get uppity.

For me, it’s simply a time to stay away from trouble; how very Boo-Boo of me. 🙂 Most people holiday during this period, I’ve done it a few times myself, but now I just wanna enjoy my free time.

Tunes:

 

Haiku list from my journey last weekend

Ferry was delayed!
Irish Sea not seaworthy!
Anxiety high!

Police questioned me!
“Were you reported missing?”
Police check cleared me!

Frustrated on coach!
Crying toddler next to me!
Off at Craigtara!

Train halted for so long!
Inspecting a broken line!
Over two hours!

Drunk stoner on train!
Played ‘Justified and Ancient’!
Towards Birmingham!

Taxi to London!
Starts at Birmingham New Street!
Got to use 4G!

“Where were you drinking?”
Asked by drunk blade from Oxford!
Outside a Waitrose!

Earl’s Court Tube Station!
Heading on towards Brighton!
From Victoria

Lib Dem Supporters!
EU Gladrags on display!
Had to bite my tongue!

Need to get a bin!
No bin at Victoria!
Had to go outside!

On train to Brighton!
Had to stop at Three Bridges!
Then substitute bus!

Outside in Brighton!
Gorgeous Saturday weather!
At the Love Café!

Got cappuccino!
Heart sign like Power Symbol!
Made me laugh out loud!

Tube back to Earl’s Court!
Blade almost ran into me!
Like a Cattle herd!

Sick on coach back!
Between Ayr and Cairnryan!
Eating far too much!

Got earlier bus!
Castledawson park-and-ride!
Rearranged taxi!

Monday (St Andrew’s Day)

Hard to believe we’re now approaching December. It’s been a year of transition for me; the issues around needing a new car back in February then getting into a place of my own and standing on my own two feet. Money wise, I’m broke. But now I have a bit more gratitude.

 

Quitting the Political Rat Race I had entered was the best thing to happen to me. Now I realise just how much entitlement I felt and that I entered the one profession which has the greatest sense of entitlement.

 

Had an Employment Advisor appointment this morning when signing on. Told them I could be doing an IT course via Specialisterne via the STRIDE Program. Finding work is a b***h as I have to retrain, ££££!

 

Happy St Andrew’s Day to all those Mars Bars fryers who can’t dance properly. 🙂

 

Some tunes for today: