Friday, February 25, 2011

Every cloud...

Tricky to be feeling hopeful when your next cough is due in a few minutes but after a bit of surfing earlier, I found a ray of hope: -






I'd started off the day e-mailing the organiser of the walk tonight saying I wouldn't be able to make it, then started looking for the next local one. It's not the easiest of things to search for, actual dates and times. There's plenty of gumph about how life changing it is and probably started off by someone who eats Pomegranates and Tofu but nothing I really needed. The only hope if you're going solo is the charity route. The money, as far as I was aware, for The Stroke Association had already been trotted off so it's another £120 in total needed. I received two e-mails a second ago, one from the lady in London saying how gutted she was I couldn't make it and would I like to reclaim all the sponsor money. Aside from my useless body i'm blaming no-one for this vile week so I wasn't prepared to ask for any of it back, end of the day it's a charity and taking back from it is a bit like insulting a puppy. If the timings are toughly the same I have a rather ominous 13 days to get this infernal mankiness out of my so that everything will stop tasting like chalk and barium and I'll finally be able to give this firewalking lark a go.

Rossifer x

The Body - No longer a temple

How I would keep my soul and throw my body asunder.

A seventh day spend awakening poised for the first wrench.
A day full of possibilities spent finding whichever position feels least grim.
'One cool thing a month' was the plan.
February has brought nothing but misery and boredom.
A chance to walk over fire, snatched, as I can barely walk over carpet.
May March bring with it better tidings as I curse this month and my body's incompetence.