Dom's Rambles

Regular visitors to the site will have doubtless noticed that I've been feeling mightily pissed off and sorry for myself of late, having had certain hopes raised (again) only for them to be cruelly dashed a few days later. I have suspected for quite some time now that a malign higher power has been directing my love life and I think I've finally figured out what's going on.

I'm the subject of an ongoing experiment by aliens.

It's like that Julianne Moore movie, The Forgotten, but rather than seeing whether the bonds between a mother and child can be broken, my particular aliens are curious to know how many potential Miss Rights I can have yanked out from under my nose before I have a nervous breakdown and turn into a gibbering mental case.

There is, however, one thing they have overlooked in that I have an ex-girlfriend working in just about every psychiatric unit in the Lincolnshire area. And that is the best incentive I could possibly have to hang on to my marbles.

So fuck you ET!

But moving on, whenever I'm fed up and stressed out I find it helps to go for a long walk and think things over. Today's ramble took me around Swanholme Lakes Local Nature Reserve, which is a brisk ten minute stroll from my flat.