Absolutely no time to fart the last few days, work has been manic to say the least, the rugby was disappointing and once again I feel a tad like a vagrant as where I'm ensconced at the moment has had a offer accepted upon it so I guess alternative accommodation will be required once again in the near future....bugger. So all in all a disappointing and soul sapping week.
I did achieve two things though, one more of the 52 weekly tasks in a year, and I spoke to my parents for the first time in too long. Oh the 3rd task of 52 was to retrieve and box up most of my scattered possessions from several different locations, but I guess there's no bleedin' point unpacking now.
Not a lot to show for over 48 years on this sphere is it? At least it was nice to spend today's waking moments with Bear...
....though she appreciated the sun to much to care about ought else. Hopefully I'll be more 'on track' soon and the blog will reflect this....tell you something though, life is so much tougher without a soul-mate at your side.