Crack the wifi

crack the wifi
I'll try and get my new wifi up and running tomorrow at the new place
so then I can write the first full proper piece at the new abode via the new wifi
It's nice to see Russia is reading me
Its nice to see anybody reading me
we had a giant spider running around so I hope it brings money
my mother used to say spiders brings money, so that's where that idea comes from
moving is just so expensive, especially as the wife takes the opportunity to change everything
the only thing she hasn't changed is me.
now i have to suffer plants, and a girlified new living space
at least we now have plenty of chair space,

so i'll love you and leave you, ok i'll just leave you

till whenever

michael

Remembering Dad

Remembering Dad ©
By
Michael Casey

As we move house I obviously think of my own dad, and I pause for a second so I do not cry, I’m listening to Miley Cyrus and dad would have raised the volume on the radio right now, he liked good singing too. Dad also said that if he won money he’d buy everybody a house, and he would and so would I. Total love for his children and I was the Pet. So now as I move to my next house with my own Chinese/Irish family I think with him. It was this time of year that 32 years ago I moved here, now I’m moving on but with my own family. And yes as I’ve written previously My Dad was my Best Friend.

I stop to slap on the Movelat pain killer, dad had a lot of pain in his life, the greatest probably was when he was all alone without mum by his side. Mum called his retirement years the Golden Years, but when she left him that night as they slept in the marriage bed, this really was too much for him. 8 bare weeks later he should have died alone in the very same marriage bed. But God had other plans for him. After those 12 weeks in Dudley Rd Hospital where he should have died from a fatal heart attack, instead dad went to live in an old people’s home. He lived for another 5.5 years.

We were able to show our love to him by constant visits, and I met my wife and he held a granddaughter in his arms. Then after having a hearty breakfast and asking for a 2^nd boiled egg, he gave up his spirit and went to join mum. Now Autumn is here and I can remember him with happiness in my heart. I still quote him to my daughters.  Do what you like but do your best being the most important quote. And when people are full of it, tell them, Talk is Cheap but Money buys Bread. He couldn’t be honest if you paid him, which may remind you of Trump. The Love of Money really is the Root of All Evil, sadly in today’s world this is more and more the case.

My dad would come home from working Saturday overtime in the Lobby at the steel works, then he’d take his boots off and wash his feet before putting his suit on and going to rattle a tin collecting for Charity at the back of Rackhams. No big Gala and Charity does for him, just front of the coalface work. And yes he knew how to swear as  does any steelworker the world over does. And so do I. I am my father’s son after all. As I grow older I realise that I am more like my dad. Or sometimes I sound like own brother, or another or a 3^rd. I imagine this is because we are/were a close family.

When he was angry in his later years he’d say to my sister, tell them ARSEHOLE, I’d hit the bastards with my walking stick. He’d defend us to the very last even though he was very frail by then. I’m not as frail as he was then, but I have greater empathy for him because like him I used to be as strong as an ox. Now I’m far weaker, though I am still very quick despite my size, Barry used to say it was like being hit by wood when I hit him when we were play fighting 20 years ago and more. And it still is, and I do still bite, as Laura once observed.

My dad was very mild, but you should never take that for weakness. He would and could give you a round of $$$%%^s if you deserved it. He really was a gentleman, as I try and be. I’m not one of these idiots trying to look HARD, frightening off stray dogs and making children cry. Be nice, but if you do have to be assertive, then push the NUCLEAR button. And if anybody has received a letter of complaint will attest, I take no prisoners. On the reverse of the coin, make time for God’s special people and have a kind word for little old ladies,  do not rush by. Take your working boots off, and wash your feet and put your suit on and rattle a tin for charity. This can be a metaphor for just being nice in some shape or form.

I hope all of you remember your own dad with love and affection, I know I will never be as strong or as loving as my dad was for all his brood. This does not mean it was all love and kisses, far from it, and many sadnesses I will never speak of. The thing is though that my dad had the steel of love, or a blacksmith’s love running through his core. He really was a Superman, a man of steel, a man of love, made in Kerry Ireland, where supermen are forged with love, total love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Building a wardrobe

Building a wardrobe

just trying to build a wardrobe out of chickenwire, well it looks like that to me.

Sadly my strength isn't  what it used to be, that's disheartening but I still am Birmingham's answer to George Clooney, only I have Tinnitus which seems to be getting worse, but at least I have loads of music to listen to which distracts me from the Tinnitus. Taylor come out of those woods and sing, and welcome to Birmingham by the way.

I have a few things I may donate to the charity shop, or Shrek as  I am about his size, such as a Winter coat which is so heavy and irritates my scar tissue. Though the local dog walker is my size so I may offer him first refusal. Or I could just keep it as a duvet.


this is me as a centrefold, it was me they were singing about, an Angel

HOUSE madness

well new house, new reality.
lots of snagging, and bits and pieces left to get
happy that the whole world is still reading my stuff
not yet back in the groove
NO MONEY, not even down the back of the sofa
so all you hackers and spam writers don't even bother
though I know you will
you will just be deleted, resistance is futile, you will be deleted unread
donation offers are just a bad joke too
BUY MY BOOKS, that's the only way to give me money
but you won't
apart from that have a nice day
I have to finish sorting out the new wifi  or I'll jump ship again and again and again



this is me as a centrefold, am I am angel or just an owl

new study, ok where we ALL HIDE FROM THE WITCH

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Sinatra and Pal Joey

just watching this on tv instead of the Xfactor and which one do you think I prefer

Sinatra wins hands down    everybody used to smoke in them days too.

go and listen go Sinatra

Now it can be told

Now it can be told©

By

 Michael Casey

Ok, so we managed, finally to move house, with the help of God and two Policeman, plus a Polish guy called Carol, so rejoice rejoice. Carol works like a Trojan even though he is Polish. So a big thank you to him. Not forgetting our builder  Mr A, I’m just glad I’ll have more space to run around in, like a gerbil in a bigger cage. I nearly forgot  Mr P did the electrics, so without him we’d be in the dark. 

The stress involved is horrendous, if I didn’t have silver hair already then it would have turned that colour. We finally spotted the house we all agreed on, when? Saint Patrick’s Day 2018, is God taking the Mick? We had bid for other houses but were either outbid or we refused to pay the amount they wanted. You have to have to be able to say NO, otherwise you can overstretch yourself, or buy rubbish. So by the time we are in with all our stuff and when you see this piece online it will be near enough 17^th October, which is 7 months.

We had to wait for the owner’s kids to finish the school year, so that takes up a few months of your life. Then you plan the changes you want the house, and the changes you need to make. A “perfect” house is never perfect, and the area where we live/will live is a hot property area, so you have to take the pain or you’ll never get anything nice. A couple of times we met a few buyers who’d been after the same properties as us. In the end like Captain Picard I just said, buy it and offer full price. Which is what I did when I bought my own house all those years ago. So make it so.

When I bought my own house I could please myself, now 30 years later, married with 2 bilingual daughters and a cat called Totoro I was the least important person in the equation. We both did agree on removing a boiler from a bedroom and doing the electrics. So yes the cost of that does hurt, but once it is done it is done for life. And yes, 10 years is my own expected life expectancy, I hope I’m wrong, but either way at least my girls will be warm and have safe electrics for the next 60 years.

Then there is the debate n décor, so white and grey is the approved colour chart, with Polish Carol doing all the hard work. With all the owners furniture removed you realise the floor bounces a little too much, so you fearfully lift the carpet. Then you realise you have to replace the floor, and yes that hurts too, and the silver hairs spread over your head, that’s if you haven’t got them already. Whenever you check something you will find something, not always bad, but you think it is better to replace now, rather than take a chance. I should pause while I shed tearful tears.

Some people finally move house and have a heart attack, I’ve had my unplanned quadruple heart bypass back in Jan 2015, so I hope I miss that kind of event. So long as I get to sleep in my new home in my new bed, I’ll die happy as this has all been a long time in coming. We must have been searching for 2 years. Prices have gone up 15% in that time. So you can imagine the fun and games all that involves.

We hope we’ll be able to do a soft move, spread over a week or so, backing up with the school half term, and then it will Christmas on the horizon. And as you have seen I have many red clothes, so the local kids think I’m Santa Claus, ho ho ho And believe it or not an Ebenezor did actually come to view my old house, a Dickens of a story, but again totally true.

You get nice people and nasty people viewing your own home, then they look you straight in the eye and try and steal it from you. I’m doing you a favour if I give you 20% under the market value. 2 years ago their offer would have been good buy the market has moved on, so everybody has to pay more. This is England for you, I don’t know what it is like where you live, probably equally as frightening.

Speaking of frightening I need to have a haircut today, this Santa is looking like claws, my mane is just too long now. So I’ll pop along to my local Pakistani barber and get it cut, but not too much or I’ll get the flu, speaking of which the flu jab is on Thursday and I fear this Winter coming be as bad as the one just gone. But hopefully our home will be very warm. I can always cuddle up with the reindeer. At this very moment I know I have to write special story for Christmas. It will be called Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Save Christmas, as only a Slav story will do. I looked over to my bookshelf where I have another angel framed and in an instance the story was formed. I hope I can glue it together well.

Well I wrote the Slav Christmas story, and you have all been reading it already, as ever I started in one direction and ended in another. Hopefully our new wifi will be up and running by the time I sit down and talk to you again. I have put Altogether Now on my site to give you all a chance to read 1,000,000 words in one place, or there abouts. And yes everything remains my copyright whether you are reading me in Space and showing your ignorance about Churchill, or whether you are on some beach enjoying the sun in some place far far away from Birmingham the one in England. Hurricane Michael has just hit USA, will Trump continue to deny Climate Change? You know he will, in the end it’s up to the Ladies which way the Future of USA will go. As they say Power Corrupts and Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely. So Ladies and Gentlemen get off that couch and vote.

We are arguing about the décor of the new house and what part of my old house gets to adorn the new house. Where do my 3 clocks fit in, or do they end up in the bin, or Charity Shop. How many of my paintings get to go on the wall, or will the axe fall. Part of your life just ends when you move house, the dustbin or even skip beckons. Fancy new lamp shades take precedence over light itself, and considering our old house was South Facing, Light is a big issue. That’s partly why it took so long in finding the new place, we are used to a lot of natural light, so finding a good compromise was hard.  Then curtains and curtain poles suddenly are top of the list. Steamy Windows would have been good enough for me. Or did Trump pay her $130,000s as well?

I’m waiting in for curtain poles as we speak, but I just wish the last lick of paint was done then we can move in Lock Stock and Barrel, and curtain pole. Jean Michel Jarre is playing Images as I talk to you and images of where the furniture will be and where we’ll all sit and will the tv work up that corner are drifting through my mind. Will I like my new spot by the window as I talk to you all, or is the much quieter road  going to be less bountiful for passing ideas. No more Mrs Candyfloss head any more, no more passing people, no more free ideas. 

So should I take up residence in our new living room, or the kitchen even? Maybe I should pretend to be a teenager and stay in my bedroom and write, the view is different with less trees, though actually it is much closer now to the actual woods so I could just sit on a bench in the woods every day. Then come home inspired, so expect plenty of stories about squirrels or foxes even. A whole new world beckons so long as my Health does not get get worse. Getting the shopping in will be more of a challenge too, going down a hill is easy, but coming back up it with heavy milk is another matter entirely.  I would not have even have thought of this a few years ago, but now, but now.

the writer in bed plus the new study

Thanks a Million

Thanks a Million

Altogether Now2016

if you click the link you can read nearly a million words of mine, so have some mints handy and plenty of water.

I've loaded it up on my Wordpress site

https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/

but if you click the Altogether Now2016   link you can read it.

It remains my copyright, you have 2 months to get Producers and Publishers to take heed in time for Christmas, but I doubt if even Santa can swing it.


we had new carpet fitted today hence the Slippers piece earlier.