'kay where was I ?
I am proper rubbish, actual unadulterated patheticosity. I'd give myself a stern talking to but y'know I'd get distracted half way through, wander off in search of tea, and before where I knew where I was it'd be December, I'd still be in my jarmers, in bed hugging a bottle of gin to my chest.
No excuses just crappness. My lack of discipline is staggering. I got a bit angsty back in April, or whenever it was. Not in an exciting, whistfully pretty kind of way. More in a what is this festering pile of inactivity and indecision, surely it can't be my life? kind of way. I didn't want to think about it, much less attempt to write about it. Fairly positive nobody would have wanted to read about it. Hence the silence. Which is meant to be golden.
I'm not sure what has changed. The lure of perceived discipline perhaps.So in the manner of one returning to a mistreated lover promising to have changed, and desperate to make ammends I'm back. I'll be on my best behaviour for a couple of weeks. I promise.
Whilst on the subject of mistreated lovers Alphaboy headbutted me yesterday morning. It was an accident, he was 90% asleep at the time. I was just saying goodbye before setting off down the mines when he span round and headbutted me. Really bloody hurt. To compound the horror in the middle of bleary apologies he said " oh dear, cos your nose has always been a bit flat and wide looking..." It's the charm I tell you. The charm and the casual brutality.
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