https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/This is a diary dating from around the turn of the century. It documents the thoughts and fears of an Englishman in rural Scotland, with his wife out at work all he has our his dogs and young son for company.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/520726We broke the sacred diet last night with a chinese take-away. For this I was punished in the night. My heart leapt from my chest and only the skin and sinew prevented its flight. I felt fear last night, palpitations filled my dreams until I awoke and they filled my conscious body. I lay afraid in...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/520679The house has been up for sale for over a week now and as yet little interest has been shown. Mum and Dad arrive today which will be cool. Money problems dominate. The dogs irritate me, I can't move without them being at my heel. I would love this beautiful place with its mountains and woodlands,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/520429This is a cool september morning steeped in silence and warmth from the light of the sun that cuts through the coolness. Pressure builds on three fronts; Jules is under immense pressure at work, money problems are building to crisis point, and the Robertsons are making clear their dislike of me...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/519923' I can see my life unravelling before my very eyes'. This is what Jules said before setting out for work this morning. The Grandson from the farm house told me that my dog Rosie was polluting their lake and killing the fish. I didn't know what to say and could feel the anger rising in my throat....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/519922It's our 10th anniversary tomorrow, so I've written a little poem for my girl. Embroidered flowers on pockets And shimmering steel bangled arms Luna blue eyes filled their sockets With cheeky intelligent charms From sun to moon three thousand days Wife mother, your mother lost. You guide our...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/416432May 23rd 2000 Sharing the wind with the seagulls on a spitting day in May. The sea is licking not lashing the rocks. There is calm at the tip of a great black mass that drifts smoothly from the west intent on smashing the still comfort that prevails in the east. With an adoring dog at my feet I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/416409May 22nd 2000 Yesterday I felt that there was a hurricane in my head and today it has passed. Nothing has changed from this day to that, yet now on this cool sunny day I feel calm. I have started listening to U2 again after many years and they still strike a chord. I can still cry to Sunday...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/416076May 17 th. (Sat on a log surrounded by cattle and gorse, looking towards The Pentland hills.) Yesterday afternoon I developed a real angry head. I felt something boiling inside and that I was about to explode. A throw away comment from a kid about dogs in gardens annoying him almost sent me over...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/415042By a babbling brook with a snuffling dog, watching the weather change from warm to cool, from blue to grey, from still to wind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Often I feel like a lamb caught on the wrong side of the fence. Seeing...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro7831/414871March 20th 2000. Memories of a man sitting alone on a pebble beach watching the mercury sea shimmer in the fading light of day. The sound of laughter and voices drifts from a nearby taverna and penetrates his thoughts. ‘I should be with them sharing the freshness of this early summer evening...