Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

Weeeee... Ok, I'm still dealing with my wibblings and trying to find reasons why they are happening and I'm still coming up blank. Generally I think my thick skin has worn thin and jibes and insults are being absorbed instead of bouncing. I had a great day on Thursday because I was busy so I'm going to try to remain so. The day started badly, I was in bed and heard a knock at the door. It was the washing machine guy who had turned up on his own. I rushed down in my bath-robe only to hear him say "Sorry mate - I didn't know there were steps, I'll come back later." Does he not read my blog? Sheesh. (Actually it occurs to me that I haven't posted any photos of the new gaff so I'll finish this post with them) The following hours until he (and a a mate this time) turned up again were bright and beautiful and I spent them tidying, cleaning, computing and gazing at my beautiful view. I could see the clouds gathering in the distance but I was c...

It's ok folks, he's alive... I'm sorry this has been so bitty recently but I have had a lot and nothing to do all at the same time. Last night I had a huge wibble which resulted in me having a bit of a sob (actually I bawled like a baby) but I put it down to trying to let out some of the stress I have been feeling. Looking back on it it was funny really because I was having a real crisis instead of just trying to have one. My main problem was this: I rattle! No, I don't mean that I physically rattle or that I am having chest problems (although I am) I mean that I am like a pea in a great big drum. I'm also conflicted - I relish my time alone but I hate being lonely. When I was at Alison's she was generally asleep when I was awake but she was there at least and I had to regulate my behaviour accordingly. Now, however, I am on my own (until September) so I can do what I want or, more accurately, I can do what I want as long as it doesn't involve clos...