Isolated Blurt Thread Again

I have just spent nearly two hours on the telephone - a real struggle with defective hearing and a speech impediment.

But I have saved £140 on my car insurance renewal. The previous insurers had offered me an automatic renewal with an £80 increase on the previous year. I added this car to the policy on the other and got the same terms of cover for a considerable reduction even over last year's price.
 
I haven't written a word in months. Well, not for myself anyway. I can't craft a story without time to daydream and life has been too crazy for my mind to wander. But the big all-hands push at work is very nearly finished, and all the family chaos looks as though it might resolve itself as quickly as it erupted. I honestly thought that next week, or maybe the week after, I might be able to write again.

And then this morning I went to get the Halloween decorations out of a closet I haven't opened in six months. Beneath the box on the floor was a carpet of black mold. I spent all day pulling the closet apart. The mold is in the carpet and the padding and the floorboards. It's in the drywall and the studs.

As problems go, mine aren't so bad. At least I have a nice home to need mold remediation and some savings to cover it. I really shouldn't complain. But it does feel good to blurt.
 
I haven't written a word in months. Well, not for myself anyway. I can't craft a story without time to daydream and life has been too crazy for my mind to wander. But the big all-hands push at work is very nearly finished, and all the family chaos looks as though it might resolve itself as quickly as it erupted. I honestly thought that next week, or maybe the week after, I might be able to write again.

And then this morning I went to get the Halloween decorations out of a closet I haven't opened in six months. Beneath the box on the floor was a carpet of black mold. I spent all day pulling the closet apart. The mold is in the carpet and the padding and the floorboards. It's in the drywall and the studs.

As problems go, mine aren't so bad. At least I have a nice home to need mold remediation and some savings to cover it. I really shouldn't complain. But it does feel good to blurt.
What you haven't mentioned is that the mold is from the leaking body fluids behind the drywall and under the floorboards, from last Halloween. You really should instal ventilation openings and remember where you put the body parts, before you put the decorations away.

Still, it sounds like your life is returning to normal after a busy spell, and you can get back to writing. Unlike poor Mister Doom, who still hasn't finished the bloody story he promised ages ago. Suzie is beginning to despair.

Carry on ;).
 
I haven't written a word in months. Well, not for myself anyway. I can't craft a story without time to daydream and life has been too crazy for my mind to wander. But the big all-hands push at work is very nearly finished, and all the family chaos looks as though it might resolve itself as quickly as it erupted. I honestly thought that next week, or maybe the week after, I might be able to write again.

And then this morning I went to get the Halloween decorations out of a closet I haven't opened in six months. Beneath the box on the floor was a carpet of black mold. I spent all day pulling the closet apart. The mold is in the carpet and the padding and the floorboards. It's in the drywall and the studs.

As problems go, mine aren't so bad. At least I have a nice home to need mold remediation and some savings to cover it. I really shouldn't complain. But it does feel good to blurt.

Notwithstanding EB's ,um, whimsical reply, I hope, the question remains what triggered this. There had to be enough moisture to bring this about so that needs to be addressed. Otherwise the same issue will happen again. Also good luck with writing again.
 
Notwithstanding EB's ,um, whimsical reply, I hope, the question remains what triggered this. There had to be enough moisture to bring this about so that needs to be addressed. Otherwise the same issue will happen again. Also good luck with writing again.
Bloody hell, has he got two corpses in the walls?
 
Notwithstanding EB's ,um, whimsical reply, I hope, the question remains what triggered this. ... Also good luck with writing again.

Thanks for the concern. My best guess is a very amorous bath with lots of water sloshing over the side of the tub upstairs was the source of moisture. Serves us right. I'll let the mold remediation people tear out the walls and trace the exact source though.

Bloody hell, has he got two corpses in the walls?

Too much trouble hiding bodies behind walls, what with the drywall and the tape and the sanding and the dust and all. The dust just gets everywhere. That's why I have a big freezer chest in the garage. So convenient.
 
Not a day to travel...

My son-in-law travels to work along a local motorway. He works rotating shifts and today is a day at home.

But there was a fatal accident on that motorway early this afternoon. The motorway is not expected to reopen until after 9 pm.

In the meantime, there have been four more accidents on the various slip roads leading on to the motorway. They are not expected to be cleared until 8.15 pm at the earliest. Even if they are cleared they lead nowhere except to stationary traffic.

All the alternative major routes are clogged solid with congestion and on-going road works (and more accidents). The rural roads are also blocked.

My son-in-law (and me) are pleased he was not travelling today. We would have to have looked after the grandchildren until he got home, whenever that was.
 
A little self-blowjob. "Mud & Magic chapter VII" is done, but with a word count of 44,000 and change I'll probably break it into two chapters. Allows for a bit of respite while I whip up the next, ninth chapter.

Also, I'm kinda drunk. Note to self - next time, just one glass of cider while wrapping up work, not a whole bottle.
 
this drafting will never, ever end. i'm very sure. and if it does, there's no way i can sew this thing up into an actually enjoyable, readable story.
 
We were dining out with friends the other night, and at one point someone opened a packet of sweetener too roughly. It spilled on to their napkin and the surface of the table. When they picked up the napkin, it left behind a thin, straight line of white powder on the table.

I stared at it and felt a chill run up my spine and was, just for a few seconds, overcome with a sense of melancholy longing.

This is why we always say we are recovering, we never say we have recovered.
 
The agony of ones...

To the reader(s) who are leaving me one star reviews without comment to why... Why, after 19 chapters and almost 200,000 words, are you still reading?

Here's a suggestion... after a few chapters, if you hate the story that much... STOP READING!
 
To the reader(s) who are leaving me one star reviews without comment to why... Why, after 19 chapters and almost 200,000 words, are you still reading?

Here's a suggestion... after a few chapters, if you hate the story that much... STOP READING!

That assumes that trolls are an intelligent life form. Their actions prove they are not.
 
I have just submitted a story that has been incomplete for over a year. Although it is Romance, I'm not sure it is really a Literotica story. It is set in the late 18th Century and the main characters are unmarried gentry, so they don't have sex in nearly 10,000 words.

It will be interesting to see how it is received.
 
Murphy's Law strikes again.

When previewing my latest submission I spotted a typo - 'decree' which should read 'degree' and corrected it.

Now it is pending I have spotted another - 'of' where it should be 'or'. I'm not going to correct that.
 
My latest story is now posted:

https://www.literotica.com/s/road-mending

I was not sure how it would be received. It is not in a contest, is Romance and has NO sex because the main characters are late 18th century gentlefolk who didn't - before marriage at least!.

But so far I have been surprised. It has been favorited several times even if only as a bookmark because it is three Lit pages long, and the voting has been reasonable.
 
Today was the second time a cyclist tried to kill me and my wife. No respect for our white canes, he didn't use his bell, he simply barreled at us, only hitting the brakes at the last moment. It was a shared pedestrian/cyclist zone, very narrow thanks to some construction work. Three other bikers had no problem ringing so we could move aside, but not that guy. He overturned our shopping trolley in his haste to get past us and I caught a backhand to the back of my head for no reason as well. What is wrong with some people?

I have contemplated carrying a knife, to deflate his front tire, but I think I'll simply clamp a padlock around his front tire the next time he assaults us, denote him to pedestrian status. I'm so sick of people disregarding basic courtesy in traffic. FOBO zombies are bad enough, but they're harmless and only liable to kill themselves. That cyclist is a menace not only to himself, but others.
 
Locally cyclists and motorists seem to think that traffic laws are for everyone else. I use a four wheeled walker and am very slow, yet in our pedestrian only area I am constantly having to avoid cyclists who are banned.

On the roads, one way streets only apply to other people, so I have to look both ways before crossing slowly. A Red stop sign seems to be advisory only so even on a light-controlled pedestrian crossing I might have to move as fast as I can to avoid being run down by a cyclist or car.

Our pedestrians are nearly as bad. They step out from between parked cars without looking, expecting vehicles to give way.
 
Third identical phone call this week...

Pre-recorded message:

"Hello. This is Visa and Mastercard security department. Your card has been used in Russia to withdraw five hundred pounds..."

I ended each call. Since when did Visa and Mastercard share a security department?

But that type of scam call extracts millions of pounds from UK people each year. There is no shortage of stupid people.
 
Reminder of a friend

I was talking about one of my deceased uncles who was an amateur beer and wine maker (and illegal distiller!) when I remembered an office colleague who was even better at producing alcohol.

I used him as a model for my story Long Holiday. He had been a respected organic chemist leading a major research laboratory which he used to make beer for the office Christmas parties.

He was a visiting Professor at three major universities, a Fellow of the Royal Society, on the board of several Chemical societies and a friend and competitor of the research director of a major UK brewer.

When he finally retired he wanted a part-time job to keep himself amused. He applied to be a part-time laboratory assistant at a local secondary school and was selected for interview on the basis of his much redacted resume.

The school suspected from his performance in a laboratory that he knew much more than he had said. They wrote to me, as his last employer, asking for a reference. I telephoned him and agreed with him that I could give his full career summary and all his multiple titles. The school were delighted to appoint him. He had more qualifications than the sum of the school's extensive science staff. Apart from performing as a Laboratory assistant he led several research projects by the school's students. At work he had been called 'Doc' from his multiple doctorate degrees from British and European universities. At school he was known as 'Prof' because he was still a visiting professor at three universities.

He still made wonderful beer, having converted his large garage into a brewery.
 
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Finished moving for the third time in just over two years. It would be nice to stay in one place for a while before having to move again...

Yes, I know the first two moves were of my own decision making and that only the last place forced me out. That doesn't change the fact that I don't want to move again and thought I was going to get to plant my roots in the last place.
 
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