New Year 2016

I realise we last met on the 12th November just before you went away.  I have dated two different men in the period since and am still dating the last one.  I am not mentioning names any more unless you meet them.  We have been in multiples x3 of Graham.  It makes me feel awkward although I do also see a funny side and also how blessed I am at the moment to be considered attractive enough to be dated by all these men!  I promise I am working hard in therapy to unpick my issues in this scenario although the therapist is lovely to me.  J2 calls me the Dating Diva.

His and Kirsty’s relationships (Kirsty – new lodger- also 25) nose-dived over Christmas.  Kirsty is dating a 36 year old divorcee with 2 children from work who looks about 16 and is bringing her insecurities to the precipice and Charlie who wowed me with her charm at a festive family gathering, slapped J2 about physically and mentally at a New Years Do in front of his mates and their families. He can’t bear to see her at the moment.

J1 is in Afghanistan.  Thank God for facetime.

A* arrived in England last night (middle thereof) and is whistle stopping everywhere including Spain and Portugal in 5 weeks before she heads off to a new ‘doing the vintage’ job with boyfriend T in New Zealand, not Australia now.

My close friend Isabel died just before Christmas made bearable by the hours and hours I sat with her in the last year.

I have had my Cameroon and Sri Lankan posts made in to ebooks visitors can get from my website.

 

I am sure this doesn’t sound very upbeat, but I feel full of upbeatness!  I had a great time in Cornwall – alone for some of the time.  I am still regularly attending church and all the little offshoot activities.  Work is OK.  I have never been part of a team before where I am a little in love with all of them.  I sort of made some resolutions about where I was aiming to travel this year (no surprise there), that I could easily lose weight just by drinking less red wine and some targets (doable with IT application) for my blog.  I need to help J2 move on, probably by both tidying up after him and cooking for him less.