Bitch on the Blog

July 27, 2013

Post stress and in order

Filed under: Atmosphere — bitchontheblog @ 17:54

I have never shot anyone, I have never witnessed carnage – that which has seen the suicide rate go up among young British soldiers having served in places like Afghanistan. So I really don’t have anything to compare.

A few years ago (those years I hint at occasionally) I lost a lot. For the sake of argument, let’s say the house burnt down. I was lucky in as much as my library still intact, all photos rescued. And much else. I am also lucky as I attach little heart to material possessions. Though a few I do. And most were saved. Which is great. However, and such does the human mind work: I miss some things by them not being there.

That last sentence is not as idiotic or self evident as it sounds.

What we have we have. What we don’t have we notice – and miss. Two examples, and please do not cry on my behalf, I am perfectly able to do so myself: A pestle and mortar (of huge emotional significance to me) and one of those retro multi coloured beachballs (of huge emotional significance to me). Their very absence pains me. Keeps that wound sore.

Long intro to a short upshot: Ever since a day in early 2009 I will go into slight panic whenever I mislay something. Or lose something. Heatbeat goes up. Stomach churns. Nausea will rise out of its pit. All good and well. Fight or flight. As nature intended. Except of course I am not faced with a tiger. I am faced with the Bermuda Triangle.

Which is why, dear children: There should be a place for everything, and everything in its place.

Now pass me the sick bag. Thank you.



  1. Oh… the panic when one mislays something. Even greater when what one mislays is a friend.
    As I age I find that those material things are mislaid more often. I just cannot remeber where I last had them or put them but the friends? They seem to just disappear. Must be something I said.

    Comment by magpie11 — July 27, 2013 @ 18:07 | Reply

    • Something you said? Don’t think so, Magpie. More likely you are in deep freeze. To keep you fresh and resusable. And don’t mourn loss of a boot when, in truth, someone else borrowed it.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 27, 2013 @ 18:16 | Reply

      • Last time I looked…. my boots were still by the door. Is that a proverb?

        Comment by magpie11 — July 27, 2013 @ 20:15 | Reply

        • Now that I have uttered those immortal words, one of my little inventions of which there are many, they may indeed become a proverb. At the moment it is in its infancy. In about one hundred years’ time people will quote me and tell their children “And don’t mourn loss of a boot when, in truth, someone else borrowed it”. As the Angel will testify his mother drops those, often incomprehensible, pearls every day.

          Anyway, as they say: Good to see you back on the “scene”, Magpie. Let’s hope you stay there before dropping off the stage (again). A voice is there to be heard. Unless you are a prompter.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — July 28, 2013 @ 02:22 | Reply

          • Don’t know if I’ll hang around…. I’ll see how I feel…
            About the boot… it was a one legged person I suppose. It reminds me of an occasion when something went missing when I was a kid (was?) . My mother was vitriolic as ever, something like,”I hope whoever took it chokes to death on it.” MY grandmother, a tough lady in her own way said,and this is thebit theat really stuck, ” I’m sure that someone will enjoy it , dear. “

            Comment by magpie11 — July 28, 2013 @ 10:11 | Reply

  2. If my favourite coffee cup ( a round rimed one. From New York) ever broke
    I would cry like a baby

    Comment by John going gently — July 27, 2013 @ 20:54 | Reply

    • Don’t touch it, John. Do not touch it. Leave it on the shelf. Pretend you are Miss Havisham and let dust and cobwebs settle. Other than that: I will pass you a tissue when the time comes.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 28, 2013 @ 02:28 | Reply

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