After a good nights sleep - and yes it was a good one, I've woken up to the most beautiful day this year so far. Blue skies, birds singing. The lot.
I'm going to try, and succeed, in washing away what's happened and throw my concentration onto what I should have been doing for weeks (if not years).
I can't change what has happened, much to my sorrow. I can't possibly know what's coming up - except to do my best in ensuring its not due to me being complacent.
I'm actually in a much better "place" than I could have imagined. I've got the books - busy re-reading them. I've had excellent advice (which I ignored over and over and over again!), I've got friends who understand and are supportive in what counts (and who do not stick their noses in). I've got family who are out there and also understand (this time).
What more could anyone want? Or need?
This is the start of a fresh leaf. And now let's just get on with it.
Zig - no slap today, no ice and no running up and down stairs (I haven't got any). But lots of reading to do. You've been waiting for little old me? It wasn't that I was ignoring you - it was sleepy time half way round the planet
