Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 2 degrees, cold and sunny, but the weather is turning.
What a Sunday and what a roll! Everything until now that I had wanted to do when coming to England, I have done, well, almost everything.
I have resolved the question of the house, my uncle’s inheritance, trying to visit my brother and his family, I have got money in the bank, I have bought a camera, not necessarily the camera I would like to have purchased, but I have still bought one and the other I will buy later.
Today, I woke up and, without giving it much thought, I bought a DJI drone. It is the cheapest and most suitable for beginners. It will only be delivered in mid-March, as the camera will be too. No problem, there is no hurry.
Now I will be able to create content using AI for blog posts, including text-to-speech, and I have a dedicated camera, especially for videography, as well as a drone, although not the best, but good enough to begin with.
I am very grateful to my Uncle Mick for leaving the amount, although small, it has allowed me to make a significant leap in my work and content creation. Now it is just a question of dedicating myself to this for the next couple of years.
I want to be a millionaire by the time I’m 60! And I am already on my way to that!!!
I have only really discussed materialistic things until now, but I am also appreciative of my relationship with my mother. Considering that it was very turbulent, to say the least, in the past, I think we have both matured and become softer, like cheese and wine, over the years.
Well, I hope so.
I still think she can be rude, opinionated, abrupt, and overbearing from time to time. Additionally, I think she’s not very emotionally intelligent, often complaining and sighing, which at times gets me down. This reminds me of Nalva, who is highly critical of others, probably to reinforce their low self-esteem.
However, I haven’t felt any serious discomfort or bad feelings from staying with my mother, which I had expected beforehand. One of the reasons I hadn’t been for so long was that the last time I came, my mother had a meltdown, fuelled by jealousy, because I went to my brother’s next door on Boxing Day after Christmas. At that time, he and his family lived next door before moving to live in northern England. It was very difficult for my mother to swallow, and except that they had not got on, even then, over 20 years ago.
She felt excluded and unable to fix the bad feeling and the rift between them. She had asked me to try, and I tried. Still, I cannot oblige my brother or his family to do something they don’t want to do. It is my mother’s responsibility to fix what she had done and caused, and a lot of it was her fault.
I also believe that what happened in the past was not the result of a single event, but rather the accumulation of many negative things that occurred over the years, leading him to a point of no return. We must be conscious of what we say and do; we cannot be blind or ignorant to hurting people unnecessarily just to reinforce our ego, our insecurities, or merely because we are family members and that is what Nick used to do—do whatever we can or want to do, because it isn’t right.
I got up. I know I’m repeating myself, but it is so out of character for me. It wasn’t entirely an impulse buy, because I had seen it on the site the day before and thought it was interesting and reasonably priced.
So, again, I literally woke up, went downstairs, and bought the drone online. Now the priority is to save money. I want to build on what remains of my uncle’s inheritance and recover the amount I have already spent. It should be recovered before I return to England if I play my cards right and don’t do anything foolish.
In the morning, I worked, and I prepared two posts before going out for a drink. Now, every Sunday, whilst my mother prepares lunch, I go to a couple of pubs for a quick drink. As I only drink wine occasionally, it’s a little strange asking for wine when a pub’s culture is more centred on beer and ales.
I had drunk a bottle on Saturday night, so today I didn’t want to repeat, just a glass in one pub and two glasses in the other.
When I got back, my mother had prepared a very nice lunch of fish, accompanied by vegetables, mashed potatoes, and parsley sauce – lots and lots of parsley sauce. I love parsley sauce; it reminds me of my childhood when my grandmother used to cook it for me.
I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. This is another similarity between my mother and Nalva: they love to cook and make a lot, but a lot of washing up. They cook for two or three, but it seems as if it were for 100 mouths; however, I don’t mind, as washing up for me is a kind of therapy.
In bed by 11:00 p.m.
Thank you.
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Richard
