A lot has happened since we last met and we shared a cup of tea and a kitkat. Not all of it is worth telling you, some of it is just self-preservation and some of it is just boring and you'd be waving me ta-ra before you'd finished the paragraph. I can tell you I turned 37 (I know, I don't look a day over 26, ahem), got so disgustingly drunk I'm now completely tee-total (apart from a cheeky drink at my works Christmas do in a few weeks), and I'm trying to get my arse into gear with Uni work....and failing completely miserably, but we all can't be good at everything.
As you all know I write, not as often as I should or anything that's going to win me the next Man Booker Prize, but I like to do it for catharsis and therapy. The other day I found something I wrote about 6 years ago. It's probably the most honest thing I've ever written and it was a big blast from the past, but also a huge insight to where my life was at the time and how much I've moved on since then. It felt like I was going back and reading my old teenage diary, like I was invading my own privacy. I didn't read it all, just the first page, that was enough, it's best left in the past.
I've been on a bit of a book buying frenzy recently and I've been buying books I've never read, should read and some for just pure indulgence. It makes a change from buying clothes and shoes all the time.....ooooh I really do need to go shoe shopping though.
It's not arf gone cold now hasn't it? It seems like summer, or what we very very loosely called a summer...lets face it, it was just warmer rain, was so long ago. I hate the cold, I'm so nesh it's pathetic, anything cooler than 15 degrees and I'm ready to get out the blankets and put the heating on.
Well, I think it's time for me to put the kettle on. A friend recently called me a tea whore, and I can hardly deny it :)
Hopefully, I won't leave it as long next time.
Till next time....x
P.S. I'm going to see Bryan Adams in two weeks and I'm so excited I might literally wet myself!
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