Scunnered!

Hello!  Oh my its been a while since I've sat down and put my thoughts into a blog.

So, whats been going on..... Not a whole lot to be honest, hence the title of this post.

Scunnered is a great word - it means so much more than "fed up".  My favourite definition from our friends at Urbandictionary.com is this:
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A Scots word used to mean that you are world weary, down-trodden, and thoroughly bereft of any lust for life when these words and expressions are simply too inadequate to signify the magnitude of your slide into shitdom. "Having to pay 550 euros to the locksmith on an emergency call out really scunnered him." The cause of all this is that old devil of work dissatisfaction.  I'm finding the realisation is that in actual fact I may have done my job for too long.  I still enjoy parts of selling cars to businesses - especially the meeting new people, connecting with them and building relationships.  However more and more I realise that it has all become a little mundane.  It's certainly not easy; in fact it's rarely been harder; but it just isn't doing it for me anymore. But what to do?  I am "qualified" to do sweet F.A apart from chat to people and sell them stuff, and lets face it the job market isn't exactly buoyant at the moment!  So a plea if you read this.  Got any ideas what a 40-odd year old unqualified chatty bloke can do to make money?  Thanks for listening to me whine!  Next time I'll try to be less scunnered!    The author at his desk, yesterday

You know you are getting old when........

Its sunday as I type this and I'm sat in a cosy kitchen with the smell of roast beef lingering in the air from lunchtime, shortbread just out of the oven and a nice cup of coffee beside me.


The kids are watching a Barbie DVD and Lesley is at work.  Quiet time.  And boy do I need it!


I'm a Queen of the South fan (thats a Scottish 1st division football club in case you didn't know).  I have been for some time.  In fact I have been going since I was a boy with my dad and have stood on the terracing (yes, we have such things still) on the same spot, with the same group of friends for we think 17 years.  Nobody is really sure.


Anyway, to the point of this post.  Queens were away to Aberdeen this weekend in the Scottish Cup.  This weekend was the perfect indication of how much we have all changed!  None of us fancied the bus anymore so Stuart drove up after work on Friday.  Riotous night out I hear you ask?  Nope, got to Aberdeen, had a whisky and we all turned in at the Premier Travel Inn for the night.


Next day, rather than hitting the town at 9am and getting "straight on it".  We all had a leisurely breakfast, a drive into town and a wonder round.  A bite of lunch in a rather nice restaurant and away to the game.  Admittedly we did have a few with the lads from the supporters buses when we found them but on the whole, remarkably sober! 


The game ended in a draw and we were straight down the road.  I was home at 10 and watched the highlights on TV.


Whats the point in all this?  Well, not so many years ago, a weekend like this weekend would have been a serious bender for all of us.  A huge amount of drink would be drunk and mischief would have been gotten up to. Heads would have been throbbing.  Hangovers would have been monumental and have been discussed for months, nay years to come.


Did I enjoy the game any less? Nope.  Did I feel not capable of joining the banter? Pfffft, this is me here!  Did I not sing as loud or cheer as loud when Queens went one nil up? Have you heard my croaky voice today?   In fact. Shocking revelation - I probably enjoyed it a whole lot more.  I am still totally crushingly tired though!


It appears I may be growing up gracefully.  With that dissapointing thought I leave you. I may have to have a wee whisky tonight to get over the shock! :o)

Chin Chin!

Hello, its me!

Well here we are then.  Finally typing a blog post.  At the moment I have no idea what to write. 

I don't think I'm very witty, clever OR interesting but I suppose I could make an effort. 

I hope my blog is going to be about my family life, the garden, random stuff and maybe a bit about work if anything interesting EVER happens!!  I fear it may turn into a diary and if it does then well, I'm sorry!

Just so you know, these are the ladies in my life.......

From left to right - Eilidh Martin, 5 in July 2012, tiny small and cute but with a big attitude and a very fiesty side!  In't middle.  Lesley Martin, my wife.  Married for 16 years this June.  Ups and downs, trouble and strife but I guess I'm still here!  On the right, Skye Martin, 6 in April, a thinker and a clever girl.  Needs to slow down and also calm down from time to time!

Right, that'll do for now.  I plan to update this every week at least if I can......time will tell!!

TTFN.