A picture paints a thousand words

I thought I would l try something new. A picture paints a thousand words and god knows how many emotions it involves as well. So I’ll pick a photo twice a week and write about it. Then see where the conversation takes us. Hopefully discovering more in the picture. It will make a change from moaning about things. I should really stop saying moaning because the whole point of this blog is to vent somewhere while I wait for professional help.

Oh my god, my typing is awful today. Constant deleting. I’m blaming the PRN meds again. But that’s another post for later.

So this picture. I have a routine with both of the dogs now which works pretty well with my work, home life and responsibility.

7am – 15-minute dog walk around the block
10am – Garden bathroom for dogs
2pm – 30-minute dog walk around the area (see photo)
5pm – Dinner time
6pm – 15-minute dog walk for bathroom
9.30pm – 15 minutes Last walk before bed

Dobby refuses to go to the bathroom in the garden, so I gave up waiting 20 minutes for him to do something I just take them both out on a walk and that does the trick. We used to get a few accidents when we first got him, so the schedule, although annoying sometimes, works well.

My point. The afternoon walk takes us to a local landmark which you can see in the background of the photo. A beautiful Tudor house which is open at certain times for people to come and see it. The photo was taken as I was walking past earlier this year. It makes me feel intrigued that something so old is still standing, that the history of that place is immense but saddens me because it lives in a council estate. Yes, I live on a council estate. I don’t mind the labels but they are true about the behaviour on them. So makes me a little sad to see the windows on the bottom right that is broken, the massive chains on the gates and the amount of dog shit that people never pick up. Never understood that last one. Are you supposed to stand there and pretend they didn’t do that? and just walk off? weird. Unless they didn’t have a bag, but still, I’d come back out again with one if I did. Sidetracked.

It makes me feel warm and happy because of the snow. The snow makes me feel cold which means the house will be warm, so when I get home I’ll have that lovely warm feeling of sitting down, after a good walk and drinking coffee. Preferably that would be rum or some red wine but alas we cannot have everything.

If you want to read up about the building you can see everything you need to know over —> here <—

During the mid-17th century, when it was owned by a family of wealthy yeomen and merchants, the hall was given a grand Jacobean-style stone extension.


In later years the building was split into several rented dwellings and, whilst living in one of these with his family, this is where Samuel Crompton famously invented the Spinning Mule.

This invention was the first multiple-spindle machine capable of consistent fine yarn production. It revolutionised the UK’s textile industry and literally shaped the fortunes of the town and the North generally.

Hall i’ th’ Wood was inhabited up until the late 19th century, after which it fell into disrepair.

Thanks to Lord Leverhulme, a local businessman and philanthropist, the building was saved from ruin and much-needed repairs were undertaken.

The house and grounds were presented to the people of Bolton in memory of Samuel Crompton and were opened to the public as a museum in 1902.

Today it is a place where you can enjoy displays of 17th and early 18th-century furniture, objects and artefacts, learn more about the fascinating life and work of Samuel Crompton and discover all about life in Stuart and Tudor times.

The rooms have been accurately refurbished to retain their homely atmosphere and the Lancashire kitchen, cosy Brownlow bedroom, fine oak panelling and ornate plasterwork all bring to life times gone by in this fascinating family house.

A wide variety of events and activities take place throughout the year, catering for people of all interests and ages, meaning there is always something to see and do on your visit.

The Tomb

I’ll talk about something that I find stupid.

You won’t find it stupid because you are normal.

Well maybe not since you are reading a blog filled with voidness.

So here it is…

I miss having friends and being close to them.

I’m painfully aware it’s due to my lack of leaving the house, social weirdness, and whatever is wrong with me. I start conversations in Messenger but get one answer replies and it feels distant. I have my best friend O who lives in Sheffield which is about 1.5 hours from here in the car. Not that far. Happy to go. Not happy to go outside. Rubbish thoughts. Stop talking. I know I’m not his best friend. I always have to text him and he never randomly texts me back. We used to live near each other in Wales. Every Friday we would meet up. We would talk. We would put on music and we would have a good time. Now I’m lucky to get a message once a year without me prodding him.

I don’t know what to do. Is there a book on how to act normal in society because I must be doing something wrong to lose all my friends. I have my D and she is truly my best friend but I need other friends to vent to and not dump on her all the time.

There must be an app where you can meet up with people who are also social…… argh. I’d settle for an online friend. Someone I can talk to. Someone who can tell me things that make the badness seem less bad.

Like I said. Stupid.