Crap. It's ages since I was last here. That's really bad.
I've been reminded that I have this space waiting for me by my mate Ed, who's set his blog up today and emailed people to let them know. Perhaps I should invite people to check out my cyber-head space, my web-space to think....?
Well... so what have I not been writing?
Douglas is now 4 and a half months old, and is a big fat wobbly boy, just as I'd hoped he would be, and I adore him. I haven't managed to see as much of him as I at first hoped, what with the pressures of work and being skint rather more often than anticipated. It's this pesky change in consumer finance law and me apparently being the only person in the office who can write letters and spell correctly at the same time. Bah.
Michelle and I continue to stumble on together. She threw me out 3 times in the 5 weeks between the end of May and the 2nd week of July. I'm not sure just how stable anything is from one day to the next. My emotional and mental state continues to take a battering, mainly at my own hands. I'm clumsy, almost careless really. For a few weeks there I was pretty dissociated. The top class weed we were smoking really did me no good whatsoever. I almost checked myself into the nearest hospital a few days ago. I felt like I was operating at 90 degrees to reality. I was struggling to keep my feet on the ground, trying to concentrate at work but feeling solid life slipping through my fingers, like a foggy sleep, whilst attempting to tackle the most important letters yet. I've not felt that weird since the original breakdown.
And then we have the whole London Bombing to contend with. But that, perhaps, deserves a separate post.
The new Harry Potter is out, and I'm half way through it, so will be off to get stuck in to it shortly.
Otherwise, Caroline's shambolic progress continues.
Not dead inspiring, eh?
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