Retrospect

When you move forward it’s hard not to look back to see where you’ve been. Sometimes it’s quite a thrill to see the distance you’ve travelled and the vast hurdles you’ve overcome. Sometimes there’s the dissapointment of realising you’ve not got as far as you’d hoped. And then there’s the times where you look back and see, with a full sense of despair, that if anything you’ve gone the wrong way.

Yes, I’m in a morbid one.

I’ve spent a most informative evening flicking through myspace reading Kate’s blog stuff and, heaven forbid, even Ali’s (yes, the name mentioned only in dark rumour that only the most adept of you will recall). It’s always folly to look at the fall out of failed relationships, but I’m feeling a little down and wanted to remind myself of times when I was more self assured. Silly really.

Nevermind. The cider coursing through my veins should help. That and a lamb pastie in 5 hours when the bakery opens. It’s my birthday on Friday- wish me luck as I reach a quarter of a century…

Had enough typing now- toodles!