I’m not dead…
Oh dear. It has been a while, hasn’t it?
Well, I’m still here, just about. I seem to be busier than I have been in a long time, and I’d love to say I was handling it, but I’m not really. The hard work I had done to settle my sleep patterns is all fucked up again, and I’m making a mess of a lot of things I really should be on top of. Sadly, this blog is the first place that suffers.
However, on the positive side, I’ve started my driving lessons, and so far, all is going well. I’m on track to have my license very early next year, which is later than I would have liked, but realistic, since the waiting list for practical tests in the UK is about 12 weeks long.
Birdie is settling in to secondary school well, with the expected amount of teething problems. He’s driving me up the wall, but honestly, I’m putting that down to the onslaught of puberty. He won’t be reasoned with for love nor money at the moment. I’m spending a lot of time in my room.
I wish I had time and energy to sit down and be very clever and entertaining at you all. I’ll return as soon as I get my mojo back.