Hey.
I just sat and worked it out.
177 days 'till i turn in to a pumpkin, and hit the big 3 0. And the pressure is on. 'cos the plan is that i'll have emigrated from Smallville, Scotland to London by that sunrise.
New life, new job, new friends. Big distance from the family, ex boyfs / shags, and wasted weekends. Don't know what's scarier - going, or not making it. But 'fording every stream', i'm following that dream.
Not made much progress with moving today, but kicked the arse out a few issues that were causing stress in the mainstream. So, today = 1 formal complaint, 1 hour's counselling session, 1 "freaked out" text, 1 bodypump class, 1 run, 1 family meal and 3 articles in the press - none with my face.
Phew. Dunno how much wine. But hey it's pay day, so all's off the record.
