I finish therapy January 2015

 

January has been a blur.  I have not been very well.  I don’t think I have recovered fully from the glandular fever I had before Christmas and this month I have suffered with an on-going cold, sore throat and just general weariness.  I am sans joie de vivre.  Depleted.

I finished the therapy.  She didn’t want me to and others didn’t either, but I just could not, as she suggested, sit there and say nothing some days with my mental calculator working out how much saying nothing was costing me.  We discussed and she was extremely helpful with my presenting traumas, but now I have to go on alone, un-propped.

I am not allowed to plan my way out of bad stuff now.  I have to feel my pain.  There is no rest of life plan.

Does a leopard change its spots?  After 2 not very successful post the Swag dates, I have found a nicer date who just as I am writing this texted me to say he has booked us a week’s holiday over my b’day in March.  He is younger than me, a surveyor, works in London, lives in Luton and is kind, very kind.  His name is Dan. I am not saying anything else for fear of some torrid jinx.

A* has fallen in love with T.  J2 (who is getting good with outstanding in his teaching observations) is talking about moving in with C.  J1 dates.  Bear and Adele continue the juice diet.  There is nothing to report about Sean the horse except that it is incredibly cold and tiring going up there every day in the dark to muck him out.  I guess the effort means I don’t have to go on juice diets.

Please tell any of your friends who have plenty of time on their hands to check out my blog.  I get uber excited by the little google analytics bar chart.  More Russians now read it than Brits.