(Short Voice Only) Mr Woof Woof Has Returned  #1655 Let Me Bore You To Sleep  2nd August 2026

Hello and welcome to Let Me Bore You To Sleep. My name is Jason Newland and please only listen when you can safely close your eyes. Today is Sunday the 2nd of August 19, wow, I was about to say 1926, 2026.

It is 2 minutes to 12 in the afternoon or 11.58am. It is sunny outside now but earlier on when I took Vinnie out about 8am it was foggy. Foggy, it felt like I'd woken up in October. I'm not complaining, I'm not.

There will be some people that complain when the weather changes. There will be some people, guaranteed, someone, somewhere will be moaning, saying, you know, in like September, October time, maybe November, where did the summer go? We didn't even have a summer this year. Which is absolutely prosposprous.

I can't say that word, prosposprous, ridiculous, silly. Because it's one of those years that nobody can seriously say that it hasn't been a hot summer, in England anyway. Just nobody can say it, not realistically.

That is something that I've heard for decades, people moaning, oh where's the summer gone? We didn't even have a summer, even when it's been nice. I mean this year's been exceptionally hot, to what it normally is, but still. We always have nice weather in the summer, it's not normally, why don't they say it's not so many times in a row then? It's not, it's not.

I kind of had this stammer that comes and goes, see, comes and goes. Sometimes it happens when I'm talking to somebody and I get nervous. I'm not nervous doing this recording, because of course I'm talking to friends, but if I'm talking to someone that I don't know very well, or they're in the park, or you know, maybe it's someone I see regularly, but sometimes I just, I can't get the words out.

And in the past I blamed that on, maybe it's because I don't have many real life conversations anymore. You know, like a back and forth, because this is a very much kind of a one-way conversation. And I've only really got two people I talk to.

I've got my neighbor downstairs, and I've got a neighbor over the road, who he comes and visits fairly regularly, like once a week or something, and we have a chat for an hour or two. But they're the only kind of, yeah, regular conversations I have, and I do have, well, no, it's not true, I've got some friends on the phone that I talk to sometimes. You know, as far as like in person, although I am meeting up with a friend this week, who I have known since November 2002, and I class them as a close friend, although I haven't really had much contact with him for quite a while.

It's like an occasional meet-up. But when we do meet up, it's nothing weird, it's not strange. By that I don't mean that I'm dressed as a clown or anything, I mean, it's not both dressed up as 16th century swordsmen or whatever, no, nothing like that.

It's just like, you know, sometimes you see someone you haven't seen for a while, and you're like, oh, I don't know what to say. I had that recently with a lady that I used to work with. I saw her in the post office.

This is a while ago probably, it seems like a few months ago, but I'm not sure, so it's a while back, probably beginning of the year time. And I said, oh, that probably wasn't a good start. I said, I know you, don't I? She said, yeah.

So there was that tone of disappointment that I normally only get when I'm in a relationship. So it's like, oh, okay. I didn't expect her to start doing cartwheels and jumping up and down, setting off fireworks of excitement.

But yeah, she really wasn't pleased to see me. Which, I don't know, I mean, we got on really well when we worked together. But then, you know, that's a long, quite a long time ago, and a lot's happened since then, and a lot's probably happened, well, it's not probably, a lot would have happened in her life.

And I might just be like a distant memory to her. I have quite clear memories of her, but she might not have clear memories of me. Yeah, I'm starting to think that maybe I've got quite a good memory.

I never really believed I did. And it's not necessarily a memory. It's not.

Is it ideation, or whatever, photographic, whatever they call it, memory? I definitely haven't got that. I can't remember every single thing that's ever happened. I find that hard to believe that anyone can, but apparently some people can.

I still don't believe it. I don't believe it. I don't know why I don't believe it.

I don't know why. I find it hard to believe that if I said to somebody, okay, think back to 17 years ago, and during that month, during the month of June, 17 years ago, you purchased something online. What was it? How much did it cost? Now, that's quite a vague thing that you could answer, possibly, if you kind of keep track in your mind, if it's a big purchase.

If you bought a car, then you might remember that for the rest of your life, because it was quite a large purchase. If you bought a house, then you're probably always going to remember the month that you moved in. But pretend I'm nightward.

I remember the month I moved into this flat. Then again, I remember the months that I moved into pretty much all of the places that I lived, most of them, and I remember every single place I've ever lived. Pretty much every landlord and landlady.

There's been over 50 since I moved, since I left school. But then I don't remember all my teachers at school. See, so that memory is not there.

So, maybe it's just the things that I took notice of. So, it's almost like I don't have control over what sticks. But what does stick is the things that are kind of meaningful to me, and moving a dress, starting a new job, or moving, or getting sacked, or being evicted.

All those things were quite meaningful at the time. Being at school, the meaningful parts of being at school for me was when I was seven, and I started a new junior school with my new mum and dad. And then I remember the second junior school I moved to, and then I remember the third junior school I moved to.

So, I went to like three junior schools. There's only three in that town. I went to all three, just because we moved twice.

I have only a few memories of the first one, really. I haven't got like huge amounts of memories, although I did get into quite a bit of trouble. And the second, that's probably why I remember that, because the police was involved.

I was a seven-year-old maniac. I wasn't. It was just... I've talked about it before.

I won't go into it. But on the second... See, those that haven't heard the story are probably thinking, I can't believe it. For the first time in all this time I've been listening to this weird person.

Jason, this weird old man. He's finally come out with something that might be mildly interesting. He was seven years old in junior school and did something that involved the police having to come into the school.

And he's just brushing over it like it's nothing and he won't tell us the details. Yet if he finds a bit of fluff on the carpet, he'll talk about that for an hour and a half. I am selective, to be honest.

I don't... it's not really an interesting... I'll come back to it. If there is any stories that you think, oh, I'd love to know more about that, then you can contact me. On my website, just send a message saying, can you expand on that particular adventure in your life, that particular boring event? The second junior school, I would be eight when I was there.

And again, I remember parts of it, a few bits and bobs. That's when I started making friends. So I was there for a year.

So I was there long enough to make friends. I had a best friend that lived in the same road as me. I had two... my two best friends lived in the same road.

One was like three doors up and one was eight or nine doors up. It was like around the corner. His name was Ian, and the other one's name was Andrew.

Why do I remember their names? I don't know. And I remember what they looked like as well. The thing is, I kept in contact with Andrew, who lived just about three doors up, because when I moved out of that school, when I was nine, I also moved out of the house.

I went to a different school, so I didn't see any of my friends anymore. But I used to see Andrew. I used to visit him sometimes, because I'd been visiting my nan regularly, my nan and grandad, because they moved into the house that we were living in.

They took over the council house. I wonder if that's still allowed today? I know they do council swaps, but my dad had a council house. I only had it for, blimey, maybe nearly two years.

We was there for nearly two years, I'd say. It was a new build. The best place I ever lived, ever, like as a kid.

Well, my whole life really, apart from maybe this place. Let's just stick to childhood. That was the best place I ever lived, in that house.

I loved it. Everything about it. It was perfect for me, really.

Everything was great. School was just around the corner, a little bit of a walk, but everybody, all the kids from the estate that I was on, were all going to the same school. So literally, I never walked to school on my own, because there was always other kids walking.

And we had a lollipop man. And me and my friends, or if it was just me on my own, would say, what flavour is the lollipop today? And it's a strawberry or banana, depending on what mood he was in. Sometimes he'd just hit us with it or chase us.

But generally, for those that don't know what a lollipop man is, or a lollipop lady, we just happen to have a lollipop man, but you could have either. Maybe the correct term is lollipop person, or probably a traffic controller nowadays. Basically, what they are, if you don't know, is they usually operate outside a school, or near a school, so that the children can get across the road safely, especially if it's a busy road.

So, what they do is, they get the kids to stay on the pavement, and then usually what they do is, they would wait until the traffic was kind of getting clear, but if it didn't, they'd kind of slowly kind of step out, and they'd have a big lollipop, like a big stick with a big round thing, and on one side it'd say stop, on the other side it'd say go, and they'd do it.

They'd have to be very careful, because sometimes if they had the wrong side up, we'd just all get ploughed down. But it's, yeah, generally you've got to stop, and the cars would stop, and they'd go into the middle, right, and we'd still have to wait on the pavement, and the lollipop person would walk into the middle of the road, and put their hand out to stop the other person.

Actually, did it say go? Because I'm thinking, because they've got to stop both sides of the road. Hmm. I'm not sure, but anyway, they'd go into the middle of the road, and stop the other side from coming.

Then they'd sort of go over his hands, like, you know when you want someone to come to you, not aggressively, but just like, you know, wiggling his fingers, basically, and we'd all kind of cross the road, and they would say, What flavour is your lollipop today, lollipop man? He was friendly. He was always nice, he was. He'd never chased us.

He was never grumpy. I think there was one time he was a bit rude. He must have had a bad day, or whatever, but he said, saying to me, You're 25.

You're too old for this now. And I, oh, okay. So, you know, that's a bit of a shock.

But it was nice. Sometimes it's nice, even at 25, even like when you're an adult, or I'll just talk from my own personal experience. I like to do things that I used to do when I was a kid.

So, the only two things I can really, no, three things really. One of the things I used to like to do is go on the beach, and just, not even on the beach, maybe on the prom, sit on a chair, or bench, just stare out at the sea. I used to like doing that when I was young.

And I used to do that even when I moved away to London to get away from that place. I, when I visited my nan and stuff, or my dad, I would go down there and just, just gaze into the sea. Well, not into the sea, but into the distance.

Because apart from the odd ship, sometimes there'd be nothing there, and it was nice to be able to look and have nothing that I could focus on. I liked that, because I couldn't do it any other time. Unless, of course, I looked at the sky.

The problem with that is I bang into things. Although my nan did say, well, you could lie down on the grass and do it. I was like, okay, that's an idea.

So, there's always a solution, I suppose. And another thing I liked to do was to swing on, well, not on the swing, because in the park near where my nan and gran had lived, and I used to live, on that housing estate, there was this park. And I used to love that park.

I used to, when I was about eight, I used to jog around it. Honestly, I'd just run around it continuously, till I was completely exhausted, and sweated, and everything. I just enjoyed being on my own.

It was a weird thing, really, because I was eight, I did not need the exercise. I was little, there was not really any need for it, but I enjoyed doing it. So, I talked about Independence Day, when I first was told what Independence Day was, American Independence.

And that is a park where they had watermelon, and burgers, and barbecues, and stuff, and were celebrating, because we had an airbase, I think, an army base, or an airbase, near where I lived. So, that was the same park. At the time of that, I don't think they had swings right where they are, or where they were.

And they also moved the swings to a different part of the park, because there was a field, which they converted into a bit of a park as well, which was further up. That was always just, I don't know, that was a place where we used to make dens. Honestly, I loved that area, I loved that house, because it was built, but I didn't think about it at the time.

I didn't like it. I wasn't there at the age of eight, writing in my diary, I really like this nice new build house. Oh, it is so new and fresh.

I didn't really understand about new builds, or I didn't understand about council houses. But I liked it, because, like everywhere else, we were right near a field. We were in the countryside, but then the town was surrounded by countryside.

I mean, pretty much anywhere you live in the UK is countryside. It is what we are. Anyone who has flown over this country knows that.

It is just fields, with towns dotted around, and bigger places like cities, and littler places like villages, and they are all connected by little roads, or motorways. But they are clearly built in a field. That clearly used to be a field, and they are built on that land.

So, there was a lot of land that hadn't been built on. It was derelict, it was kind of overgrown, and me and my friends used to play in it, and build dens, and just run around, playing hide-and-seek, and make bow and arrows, and things like that. It was fun.

I would be out all day on a Saturday, playing. I say all day, I would get home in time for Mork and Mindy. How did I know what time to get back? Because I don't think I ever had a watch, unless I did.

Maybe I did. I used to like Saturdays. It was very leisurely.

Get up, didn't have to get up at any specific time on a Saturday. Although, generally, it was a small house, so we would all pretty much wake up at the same time. Plus, I was young, and I wanted to wake up early, really, to watch the cartoons.

Saturday morning cartoons, with my brothers, actually. They shared a room together. They had bunk beds, and the parents were in the other room.

I was in a box room. It wasn't a big room to sleep in. It wasn't really a bedroom-sized room.

I don't think you'd legally be able to rent it out as an actual bedroom. I might be wrong. I mean, when I moved out... I know, I am thinking of something else.

When we moved out, that room, when my nan and granddad moved in, they just had it as a box room. And then, when my granddad passed away, my nan had a bed in there. So, I used to stay in that room.

There'd be a double bed in the spare room, and that'd be pretty much for her kids to stay in, if they visited, the ones that weren't in that town, which was my two uncles and my two aunties. My dad lived in the town, so he didn't need to stay over, although he did live with them for a little while, I think, at some point. I stayed there for about a week.

This is when I was living at my step-grandmother's flat, on the camper bed. They basically, during that period, they went on holiday twice. They left me there the first time.

The second time, she refused to leave me there on her own, on my own. So, I think I might have made a mess, or something. So, I stayed with my nan and granddad for that week.

Because I was, you know, I was working in a chip shop as well. I felt welcomed by my nan, but not really by my granddad. I think he liked doing his own thing, you know, his own routine.

I don't think he really wanted me around. But then I wasn't really around much, because I was working most of the time. I was really only there in the evenings, and it was just for a week.

But I've got quite fond memories of it, actually. There's one, I mean, I always got breakfast, got fed, you know. In fact, I might have even got a cooked breakfast, which was good.

There's one particular memory, is UB40 had a song out called Our Own Song. And I think it was around the same time as Kingston Town, that kind of period. So, it was 1986, probably around, I don't know, August, September time, maybe.

And maybe the summer, but it was in 1986. And I remember that there was a concert, a live concert on. It wasn't, I don't think it was live, as in being broadcasted live, but it was a broadcast of a live concert by UB40.

And they were in somewhere like Spain, or somewhere like that. And I'm sure there was like a big castle in the background, and beautiful scenery. And I watched the whole thing.

I just wanted to hear and sing Our Song, because I really, really loved that song. That was, I mean, before that, Red Red Wine was my favourite UB40 song. And if they had never done Our Song, Red Red Wine would still be my favourite.

And I still love it. But Our Song was, I don't know, I don't even know why, but I just really, really loved it. So, I remember staying up, watching the black and white TV that was in the room, that I was, I was going to say rented, but I was sleeping in.

Ironically, and it was on quite late, it was on about 11 or something, so I was like keeping the noise down, because I did not want my granddad coming in and telling me off. I really didn't. I was scared of him.

And it wasn't that he'd ever done anything. He'd never done anything to harm me. I was just scared of him, because he was quite a stern, I don't know how to explain it really.

I mean, he was a former soldier. I mean, not only had he served in the war, but also he'd been in the army for 12 years before the war. The Second World War.

So, he was a military person. And then he worked for the government after that. So, he's had an aura of, I'm not going to say authority, but an aura of, don't mess with me.

Sort of, I don't know, I'm not really explaining it very well, but yeah. And it's the same with all the family, with him. All his kids showed him respect.

And even as adults, even in their thirties, or forties even, fifties, yeah, they would not talk back to him. His word was the final word. And they'd definitely say something behind his back.

Like, what was he on about? But, you know, yes, Dad, that's what they would say to his face. Because he just had that sense of, I don't know, authority. I'm not even sure if it's that, possibly.

But he, yeah, I don't think he demanded respect, but he milked it. I don't know if it's the right word. I was thinking he suckled on the teat of respect.

That doesn't make sense. So, maybe not. And my Nan was completely different to him.

Which is weird, because I've noticed that some people, when they get married, well, not necessarily married, but when they've been together a long time, they start to take on personality traits of each other. So, one might be a bit negative, and one might be super positive. But after a certain amount of years, the negative person won't be quite as negative, but then the really positive person won't be quite as positive.

So, as they've taken on each other's stuff. And maybe that's just the natural way of things. Yeah, I was thinking of someone, and it's amazing that sometimes they come out of stuff that sounds just like the person they married.

And they would never have come out of something like that 30 years ago. And the reason I liked them is because they weren't anything like the person they married. But on the flip side, the person they married has really changed in a better way.

Plus age as well, we've changed, haven't we, with age? I know people that used to be proper bubbly, and all that stuff, and perhaps they're not like that anymore. I try and... My biggest fear is, and maybe I probably do do it a little bit, but one of my biggest, well, one day I'll end up being one of those people that everybody avoids. I may already be one of them, but not for the same reason as I'm thinking.

One of those people that everyone avoids because all I talk about is my health conditions, or I tell my life story, but all the bad stuff, like continuously, and I'll go for the same stuff. I mean, technically you could say that is what I do. I do repeat myself, but I'm not focusing on illness and stuff like that.

And I've seen people, quite a few people over the years, and they only seem to get worse. It's like, it seems to make them worse by focusing on it. There's an old, my favourite sentence, it's not my sentence, it's not something I come up with, but it was, oh, I do know the name, but it's gone out of my head at the moment, but the sentence is, we become what we think about.

And I do believe that, and I do try to live my life around that one sentence. The other one I quite like is, you are what you do repeatedly. And that makes sense as well.

I mean, in a more practical way, that probably makes sense. Because if you do something, you become good at it. And that could be writing, that could be painting, that could be doing music, it could be in your job, or it could be moaning, it could be complaining, it could be feeling sorry for yourself.

Whatever we do regularly, we become better at it. It is just natural, isn't it? It is just like, if I lost my vision for whatever reason, and I stayed in this flat, I probably wouldn't be able to because it is upstairs, but even if I stayed in this flat, for example, I would be banging into everything. But eventually, I wouldn't.

Eventually, I would be able to manoeuvre. And probably, I imagine, never bang myself, unless I want to move something, that would be Vinnie. Because he is so cheeky, I know that he would start moving furniture around, just to wind me up, move a chair away, move the bed to the other side of the room, just so he can have a giggle.

He is a naughty boy, you don't realise, you think he is so cute. No, he is a cheeky little monkey, that is what he is. All I would hear all day is just him giggling.

First of all, you would hear the thump of me landing on the floor, thinking it is my bed and I am on the floor. Or maybe I am landing on a table, because he has moved the table there, and just him giggling. Now, before I had a dog, I have never had a dog before, Vinnie is the first time, and I used to find the guide dogs for the blind phenomenal, like wow.

Since I had him, I honestly don't think I could ever trust a dog to help me cross the road. And I know they are trained, I know it is amazing, they are brilliant, and they change people's lives, I know that, I am not mocking them. It is just, what if I get a dog like him, with the same attitude that he has got? He will be pulling me into traffic.

He will be tripping me up. He is on purpose. He is a cheeky monkey.

No, I couldn't trust a dog. He has put me off trusting dogs ever, because he is constantly, I mean, sometimes I will be brushing my teeth, and he will just lie down right behind me, knowing that when I turn around, I am going to trip up. Other times, he purposely trips me up.

Do you ever see, I am trying to think, with his hands, he will put his hands around my ankles as I am walking, trying to trip me up. It is all a joke to him. Don't be puffing and huffing down there, Vinnie, I can hear you.

I know you are awake. He knows I am talking about him. The other place I used to like to go, I used to like to play on the swings in that park, in my twenties, even in my thirties.

And this might sound weird, because adults, we do play on the swings when you are an adult. I wouldn't do it if there was anyone else around, and I would visit my Nan. It would usually be during the day, if on the day off, or whatever.

And I would just have a little play on the swing, because it reminded me of being a little kid. It reminded me, not just of being a little kid, but being a little kid in that park, where I used to live, up the road, and visiting. It was hard to forget the park, and hard to forget the house, because my Nan and Gran had lived there for decades afterwards.

Or my Nan did, anyway. She was there until about 2012, I think. So, from 1979 to 2012.

How many years is that? 25 years? 79, 89, 99, 2009. Wow, isn't it? 79, 89, 99, 2009, 10, 11, 12. So, 33 years she was living there, or 32 years.

It might be in 2011 that she moved into sheltered accommodation. I don't know exactly. I am not a million percent sure.

I mean, the other thing, I also used to like to walk around. As you came out of the estate, and you go under a bridge, it led you all around the fields. And there was, I guess, it was like a road.

Well, it was a road. Cars used to go on it. So, there was a duck pond, like halfway through it.

And it led, it could lead you to the complete other side of town. Like absolutely miles away. And it was a good hour walk, if not more.

And we used to do it after lunch. So, if we went to my Nan and Grandad's for lunch, the whole family would go, and would walk. So, me, my three brothers, the parents, my Nan and Grandad.

And my Nan would be back. She'd be probably talking to me, or she'd be with us. But Grandad would be about a mile ahead.

He always walked ahead. He didn't talk to anyone. He just walked fast.

And I used to ask my Nan, why? Why is he doing that? And she used to say, shut up. No, she didn't. Shut up and eat your fish finger sandwich.

No, she didn't. She's just like, hello? Actually, I don't know what she answered. But I did question it.

I don't know if I questioned it out loud. Knowing me, I probably would have done. But we did that journey lots of times.

We always did the same thing. I mean, I remember once I saw him, and he was going for a long walk. And I was on my own, and I kind of bumped into him.

He was walking up the stairs, and I was about to go down the stairs. This was the other side of town, not near the beach. He said hello, and he carried on walking.

So, you know, it wasn't... I didn't expect him to sit me down and tell me a bedtime story or anything. He just explained to me the meaning of life. That's not what my nan would have done.

But then they were two very different people. My nan would have asked me how I was, and she would have told me how she was. And we would have had a chat.

In fact, if it was my nan, I would have stayed with her and walked her home. Or gone back, you know, she would have come with me, or I would have come with her. We wouldn't have, like, separated.

I miss seeing her. But I am glad they moved into that house. I am not glad that we moved out of the house.

Because that was the best period of my childhood. And that was probably the happiest time of the family. But if they hadn't moved in, they would have stayed in London, and I would never have got to know my nan.

We would have visited them, they would have visited us. But if they had stayed in London, and we moved into the other house, because we had to anyway, because there was a new baby, and there wasn't enough room in the house we were in. And I wouldn't have got to know my nan the way I did, if she had been in London.

Saying that, I moved to London, didn't I, when I was twenty. So, potentially, I would have seen her more often than I did when I was in London. I didn't think about that.

Because basically, North London is not far from East London. London is not a big place, distance-wise. It is a big place as far as the amount of people are there, the amount of houses, the amount of buildings.

The amount of roads. And it seems bigger because everything takes ages to get to, because of the traffic, if you know, during the day. But if you travel at night, like two in the morning, for example, you can get to places in such a short period of time.

That's when you realise how small London is as an area. You know, I remember I had a girlfriend in Ealing. And Ealing Broadway was a heck of a journey on a tube.

I had to go to Stratford, get on a Central line, and it would take about seventeen weeks to get there. Slight exaggeration, but it was a long journey. It was the end of the tube.

I had to wait for him to stop drinking and slurping. That's a lot of drinking, isn't it? Wow, that's a thirsty little cat, isn't it? How do dogs know to drink out of a bowl? What would happen if we just gave a bowl, you know, if we just put a cup or a glass of water on a table, so that the dog could get to the table?

How do we know that they wouldn't just pick it up and start drinking it like we do, out of the cup or the glass? We don't even give them a chance or an opportunity to do that, do we? Maybe they are licking the water out of the bowl, thinking, this is degrading, why can't I just have a glass like everyone else? Why can't I have a cup of tea like the rest of the household?

Maybe they are thinking, why have I got to eat out of a bowl? Why can't I be at the table like everyone else? They enjoy the conversation, some of the conversations. Yeah, I think the only meal, the only two meals of the week I quite liked at home.

Not food-wise, but like as far as, you know, atmosphere outside of Christmas. I mean, Christmas was pretty cool the whole time, but I like Saturday lunchtime. And evenings, because what we used to do on a Saturday, is my mum would make me burgers, or make us all like burgers and chips, or pizza and chips, stuff like that.

So we would come home from playing, have that, and then go out again. In the evening, it would be like a buffet, so there would be plates and dishes of crisps. Well, the dog was barking in the garden again.

It sounded like an echo, but a higher pitched echo in the distance. And then I realised it was another dog, and I thought to myself, oh no, not two dogs, when one dog is clearly enough to deal with. There seems to be a bit of a lag of sound right now, which is nice, it's nice.

It did go on for a few minutes. So, I can't remember what I was talking about, but the other thing I used to like to do, when I was in my twenties and thirties, but mainly twenties, something I used to do when I was eight, well, I did an all food shop, basically from the age of seven onwards, really, when I moved into that house. We lived just around the corner, basically.

Oh, the dog started barking even more, so I took that opportunity to wander into the kitchen and see what I needed to order on Uber Eats, because I need a few bits. And so I ordered that, and wow, £69.92, so it should be here at between £1.35 and £1.57, and it's £1.03 now. So that's good, because I've got nothing to eat, so they'll give me something to eat when I get here.

I need some milk and some breakfast cereal and bits and bobs. It don't half add up, blimey. The dog stopped now, hopefully that'll be quiet for a little bit.

So if you looked out of the bedroom window in my nan and granddad's house, or when I lived there, no, not there, the window of the kitchen, sorry, or the upstairs spare bedroom, at the end of the garden there was a motorway. And it wasn't exactly at the end of the garden, but you got to the end of the garden, there was a fence. Pop over the fence, there was a walkway that you could go through, and then there was a hill, an embankment, which then led to the motorway.

So you could hear the motorway pretty much the whole time, but you just got used to it. It's weird, it's a strange one really. It never really affected me when I lived there, because I lived at the front of the house.

And probably when we was in the kitchen eating and stuff, we were making so much noise that I imagine people in the cars and motorway were probably moaning. Just like, put your fingers in your ears, go past that house, that noisy house down in the embankment. So we probably made more noise than the cars, that's what I'm trying to say in a weird way.

Wow. I'm just, I'm gonna have to, oh, I've got hiccups now. I have to bring this recording to a crescendo due to the woof woof in the garden.

Nevermind, I'll be back again, hopefully tomorrow. So thank you for listening, and remember to be kind to yourself, because you do deserve to be happy, and be gentle with yourself. You deserve to feel safe.

Lots of love. Bye.