Poor Theresa.

Wormed your way into the top job. Your eyes focused solely on your legacy. To be one of the greats assured on the back of your often self stated immense leadership skills. Being a bully is not the same as being a leader. Then it suddenly started to fall apart. The cloak of competency rapidly lost. 2016 seems such a long time ago. Cock up after cock up. Lost count of the times you bring the same failed plan back and guess what – it fails again. Now holed up in your plush panic room. Your so called colleagues circling like vultures. A 10 on the door and a nice policeman to let your cat in and out. You look out of your steamed up windows as the country falls apart and implodes but all you see is your legacy. Clinging desperately for a few more days in the hope that the failed plan suddenly works because the pixies have arrived to sprinkle some magic powder onto it. All you ever wanted was that legacy unfortunately the legacy you are leaving is one nobody would want.

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“Dad its an important anniversary today. It’s 4 years since we set off on our last holiday with mum.”

Yes in 2015 on Thursday in the second last week of May we did. As I’m writing this we would have been heading towards Strasbourg by train. We had no idea what would happen in 2016. How the world would change for ever. 2016 seems such a long time ago. I really have to find a way to start taking him on holidays again.

I came across some of my partners diaries the other day. She was meticulous in keeping records. Unlike me – I can’t even keep my hair these days. But this conversation with our son sparked a search for some other milestones.

Feb 2014 – last time son was hit in the head from a flying bin lid (during a stormy day) at school.

April 1997 – met my partner at work

April 1999 – finally picked up the courage to ask my partner out

Sept 2012 – first and last trip to a Michelin Restaurant. Wonderful food but not much of it. Ten minutes after leaving restaurant we bought a fish and chips.

Dec 1999 – first trip away as a couple

June 2005 – happily walked up Mount Snowden. I might have forgotten to book the mountain train down and it was fully booked. Very frosty walk down with an icy stare drilling into my head.

Jun 2002 – moved into our first house together

June 2012 – started process of getting an Autism assessment.

Sep 2002 – last trip to IKEA but clearly bought enough stuff to furnish a city, still finding unopened boxes. Plus we came back with two huge man eating items which we unfortunately still have.

Sept 2015 – Aspergers diagnosis confirmed

Dec 1907 – last time my team Newcastle United won a match (made that one up but it does feel like it somedays)

Dec 2001 – Partner travelled on last solo trip to India. Left clear instructions that I had to book us in to a New Years Eve meal and dance. She returned New Years Eve expecting to be picked up at the airport and taken to a high class event. Don’t think a Blues Brothers Tribute night was quite what she had planned for.

April 2017 – Started Blogging

40 thoughts on “2016 seems a long time ago

  1. I think you were right about the last time Newcastle United won a match…

    I heard quite a nice quote yesterday which defines the difference between managers and leaders: ‘Managers do things right, leaders do the right thing’ unfortunately Theresa may was neither a manager nor a leader.

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  2. Very unseasonal having frost and ice in the middle of June – even on Mt Snowden??

    Your lucky run continueth it seemth?

    Unlike some, her legacy lingers with memories both happy and sad. We need both! (But we could do with slightly less of the sad ones.)

    And the sleeplessness and negativity is affecting your memory… i can recall at least one Newcastle victory (over Fulham: 4-0) at the end of the season just gone! and i don’t even follow them!! 😉

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  3. Michelin-starred restaurant! Ha! I went to one once (just once) and, had I wanted to (well, I did want to but I didn’t want to look uncouth), I could have scooped up my entire starter on a fork and put the whole thing into my mouth at once.

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  4. So many lovely, important moments. And your son’s beautiful mind will remember them all…save maybe for that bin lid to the head…I know I don’t remember getting a bat to the face during a softball game…

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