So I have managed at least one post a day for a month, which when I look back at my workload is no mean feat. Sadly, much of it was rubbish, but that is the whole point....I don't want to moderate it and just write interesting things, it needs to be a bit of a stream of consciousness for it to work. The last day of January was spent chasing my tail largely. The time machine that appeared to make the days go slowly was now on fast forward, and I ended up running around like a bull in a china shop trying to catch up. I got all the important jobs done though, and the atmosphere in the house seems a little better after our meltdown. Perhaps we all needed a little bit of loud shoutiness to clear the air? February still feels special to me as it contains my birthday. The little boy in me still has that little twinge of anticipation, which is odd really. The month has, for the last 16 years been shared with eldest, which makes it even nicer, but I do not want to think about having a 17 year old daughter too much for it scares me like a big ghosty thing with tentacles. Expect many postings in late February on the subject of the passing of time.
I will be out on the roads again tomorrow, and whilst I never really look forward to the lessons, I do feel much more confident getting into a car now. I do not think it will be long before I am thinking of taking a test which is going to be an interesting prospect. My major concern about driving is that I will turn into a complete slob, and not ever walk again. I must avoid this at all costs. Whilst I have spent much of my life being a skinny rake, middle age spread has started to kick in, and I do have to watch what I eat and drink.
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