Lonely People

Lonely People

People sitting alone on the bus,
in the park, in the cinema, at home.
They wait for a life to arrive,
alone with no one to think of them.
Why are so many people alone,
when they could be sharing their life?

Some are alone through choice,
healing from a relationship breakdown.
Some are ready to start anew,
looking for that perfect someone.
Some are waiting for that first love,
with all the excitement that entails
Some are simply alone,
living a life, not prepared to share.

Others are where they are
through no choice of their own.
A partner passed away
through illness, accident, age.
Left behind to pick up the pieces
of two lives tragically become one.

You see these faces every day,
some searching faces for a sign.
You see a yearning in their eyes,
a yearning that perhaps, they see the one
We all do it, looking into lonely eyes,
searching for a smile in return.
We are alone in our bodies, always.
We have the desire to share the worldly.

We may have been hurt,
abandoned by our previous love.
We all have it within us to love,
or love again if necessary.
To share your life is such a gift,
bringing hope and laughter as you share.

So be brave when eyes are searching yours,
smile back with your best smile.
Eyes glinting in the sunlight
may bring something more than love.
Respect, friendship, companionship
are just as important, if not more.
The next time I see your eyes,
I will smile, hoping you smile back.

ยฉ2011 Trevor Litchfield

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New Glasses

A bifocal corrective eyeglasses lens

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After a visit to a new opticians last week (and a telling off for not going sooner) I am now the proud owner of new reading glasses ๐Ÿ˜€ I got the telling off as diabetes and glaucoma run in my family and I should be tested every year, it has been four years since my last eye test!

I also got a spanky new pair of driving glasses (I hate bifocals) but I hope never to have to wear them. For someone that has spent most of his life driving professionally that is some statement but I really do not want to drive even a car ever again. No other reason than over the years I’ve grown to really dislike driving.

I think the stress and responsibility of driving a HGV truck for years has taken it’s toll on my nerves (and blood pressure) over the years and now I can’t afford to own a car I’m so much happier in myself. I don’t even think about not having a car, I don’t think about how much easier it would be to go shopping/days out etc if I still had a car. Instead I think about planning my journey to account for the public transport in the city, I allow extra time to get to important meetings and it doesn’t frustrate me one bit that it can take an hour to get from where I live to the other side of the city (about seven miles/15-20 minutes by car in peak traffic).

Now the nice weather is back I’ll soon be checking over my bicycle and I can cycle across the city quicker than traveling by bus, if I were a lot fitter I imagine I could cycle across the city quicker than driving a car plus Norwich is quite cycle friendly with cycle lanes and plenty of cycle parking all around the city and for the most part it is reasonably flat land ๐Ÿ˜€ with one or two notable exceptions.

I really don’t need a car and neither do the majority of the city populace but there are still plenty of cars about every day.

A Superb Saturday!



Matchday Programme, Wroxham v Hadleigh United 09/04/11 (click for larger image)

The sun was shining, it looked so good outside that I just couldn’t resist it. So I checked a few bus timetables, packed my backpack with an extra fleece, my book and some fruit and out the door I went. I did have a destination in mind but I needed to check that my weekly bus ticket allowed for the journey. Let me explain, because I volunteer most days, the cheapest option to get into the city is to buy a weekly travel ticket which then gives me unlimited travel within the city. Todayโ€™s journey would take me beyond the city but after checking the bus companies website, it looked like I could travel to my ultimate destination without further cost (important because I could only afford entry to my ultimate destination and not extra travel expenses). To play safe I’d have to ask the driver of the bus once I got into the city.


Anyway, I catch a bus into the city from where I live, cross the road and wait for what will hopefully be my next bus. It arrives on time and after a quick confirmation from the driver I’m off to a football match ๐Ÿ˜€ This will be my first game of the season (second really but the first was of a much lower standard). I’m on the bus to Wroxham to watch Wroxham FC versus Hadleigh United FC who both play in the Ridgeons League Premier Division.

I’ve been a follower of this level of local football for several seasons and I’ve really missed not going to watch it. Before the separation from my wife I used to watch Diss Town FC most weeks, I even had a short time on the committee there and edited their match day programme for a couple of seasons.

Back to today: I arrive at my destination almost two hours after leaving Trevor Towers but it was such a beautiful day and the journey to Wroxham is mainly through countryside so I didn’t mind the time taken one bit.

I’ll gloss over the game itself apart from mentioning that the home side won 2-1 though to my eyes it was a fairly even match. The weather stayed glorious all afternoon and on into the evening. On my return I read my book, swapped buses in the city and was home around seven o’clock this evening. Wroxham are at home again next Saturday, I think I might be there again if I can afford it

I love days like today ๐Ÿ˜€


Trafford Park, Home of Wroxham FC

Trafford Park, Home of Wroxham FC



Stressful yet musical

2009 09 15 187 T881 KLF in Norwich

Image by IoW_Sparky via Flickr

Not the day I had hoped for in truth. It appears that my time with my current work advisor is finished. The group he works for is contracted to look after unemployed people at stage 4 (what ever that is) and I’m now to go onto what ever is next. This means that my work placement is also finished but I have decided that I will continue as a volunteer at the shop, this is what I did before so in many ways very little has changed apart from the support of the government funded scheme that covered my travel expenses. I’ll worry about those expenses another day because once the weather gets a little better I can cycle into the city most days.

So, I’m now back under the jobcentre directly for my work support! To be honest Iโ€™m dreading this as they are rarely understanding and everything is by the book, rigid. We all have to fit in little boxes so that they can tick us off. It’s not a nice way to be treated at all really but I guess they have so many people to process everyday they can’t afford to be otherwise. I also find it very stressful to attend the jobcentre, I don’t deal with loads of people milling about very well plus there is always an air of confrontation though you rarely see it.

Thinking about loads of people in small places, I had to come home on a bus that was packed to standing. We normally get double deck buses on the route I live on, tonight it was a single deck bus but with the same amount of people attempting to board it. As someone that doesn’t deal to well with these situations I was getting a bit sweaty. Normally I stick my head in what ever book I’m reading but this evening I had the company of a colleague from the shop. It transpires that she has the same problem with people crowded together, so we sat together talking to each other trying to ignore everything else around us. I have to admit I still had sweaty palms when I got off the bus and the walk to Trevor Towers was a joy as I breathed in the cool evening air with relief.

Then there was the empty flat when I got in. My daughter is with her mother for the rest of the week, they are going up to London for a few days visiting family and going to see Justin Bieber on Thursday evening. So that meant no big hug when I got in, no chatting about each others day and worst of all, eating alone. I’ll have to find things to do to occupy myself until she comes back at the weekend, maybe I’ll read even more or maybe I’ll see if I can reawaken my creativity; at least I can play my music without having to wear headphones or getting moaned at ๐Ÿ˜€

Day 1

Sleeping Bo

Image by Joi via Flickr

All I can say is I’m knackered! Not because of actually doing a days work but because I just couldn’t sleep last night. I wasn’t laying there worrying about anything or excited about the fact that I might actually have some structure in the days to come. I simply lay there getting frustrated that I couldn’t sleep.

The day itself was OK as most of it was taken up by an induction, Tomorrow the work begins when I have to be there by 7am, this means getting up around 5:30am so that I can gather my thoughts, have some breakfast then hope the the early morning bus runs on time at 6:25am.

Not much else to say really, so I’m off to make a nice sleep inducing beverage then I think I’ll get an early night.


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