Living Alone With Dignity

Life is a pigsty, and if you don’t know this, then what do you know?

I was just 18 when I first left home.  I bought myself a slightly neglected bungalow.  (In England a bungalow is a single-story dwelling, (it helps when your first job is being a banker)).  Hallway, reception room, 2 bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen ~ and every room needed redecorating.  The kitchen especially looked like something from the WWII era.  In fact the kitchen looked like WWII had been fought in there.

There was central heating that didn’t work, and an Edison-vintage electrical system that did, although technically the lights were so dim they were darks.  I had my clothes, two pieces of furniture that I stole from my folk’s place, (a beach chair and a mattress), my music, a tin plate and some cutlery.

The bungalow was close enough to the bank that I could walk in about 45 minutes.  I sold my sports car, an Austin-Healey Sprite, bought a Reliant Robin three-wheeler van, and tried to work out what else I needed to buy with my sudden small stash of cash.

With cash burning a hole in your pocket there is always the temptation to buy things that will give you instant gratification, more records for example…..  Well I gave in to a little of that and got myself a TV.  The rest of the stuff I bought was more practical; a washer / dryer, some tools, an oven, bed linen, brushes and paint, cleaning cloths….. stuff like that.

Ripping out the entire kitchen was messy but satisfying ~ and the little van was useful for taking all the wreckage to the city dump.  That thing did hundreds of miles on a teaspoon of petrol, (gas), and all the time I had it I never even opened the hood ~ of course eventually the poor thing fell apart.  Later I learned about car mechanics, regular maintenance, giving love, care, and attention to everyone and everything in my life.

My life was pretty good until I had almost finished my professional examinations ~ then I experimented with dating.  My first girl was older, curvy, blonde, great legs, and before I knew where I was she was leaving her stuff at my place and taking over.  That first time living alone taught me three great lessons;

  1. Don’t spend money you haven’t got.
  2. Nobody is allowed into my place.
  3. Do everything for yourself.

As well as building a new kitchen I made all the furniture for that place.  I still have some of it; decades later.

Some say you should never wrestle with an amoral woman.  And, that if you do, you will get dirty.  All I know is that she will like it.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Reliant Robin

one of the worst cars in the world

15 responses

  1. BOOKS!!!! I think I actually have some of those… Doing and dreaming is a positive thing. I am often very mean and selfish, in spite of that, I am going to do something I’ve needed to do. Buy a ticket for the north-or at least look for one! Then, I’m going to make dinner. :o)
    Change is a good thing.

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    1. The garret doesn’t quite look like that, it’s clean and pristine, but there are books stacked neatly all over the floor.
      I can’t quite believe that you are ever mean and selfish. ❤ ❤ ❤
      Going Due North might be a good thing; it will be peaceful, clean, and pristine up there.
      Change for the better Kris. Hugs and love. 😉

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  2. I am so impressed that you bought your own bungalow at 18 and that you made your own furniture! Starting out struggling makes you appreciate the money you earn!

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    1. My being that independent that early means I made a hell of a lot of mistakes, but it also made me the cool guy I am today.
      Thanks Diane. ❤

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        1. I get knocked down but I get up again 🌹

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  3. I am fascinated by that van … I’ve never seen anything like that! I wonder if they still make those … it would have to be more reliable than my old Kia van! I enjoyed your story of your first place … I just wish you weren’t so down on women … not all of us are sluts, Jack. Hugs! ❤

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    1. That was then, now I think all women are wonderful ~ You especially Jill ❤❤❤
      Nope they stopped making them, but you can buy used here for pennies. 😎
      I have changed that post a bit ‘slut’ is not a nice word. ❤

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      1. Why, thank you, Jack! ❤
        Well, I'm guessing they never sold them here, for I've been around more than a few years 😉 and never saw one. Too bad …
        Thank you, Jack … I'm not fond of the word … I've used it myself a time or two, but … I reserve it for women who really deserve the title — and there are some.
        Hugs Jack! ❤

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        1. Somehow I can’t see any but the coolest and weirdest of Americans driving a 3-wheeler car ~ although the Reliant does make a great starting point if you are building a trike.
          Oh I know one women whom the word fits like a glove.
          Hugs Jill ❤ ❤ 😉

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  4. But it’s missing a wheel. 😁

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    1. That was the whole point ~ cheap to run, and cheap to insure.
      They did trip up and fall over sometimes 😂

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      1. We don’t have three-wheelers here – it’s a very clever bit of machinery in some ways (but not in a Gran Prix kind of way) 😁🏎

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        1. Very practical when you’re broke. 😕

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