More scabby septum....

My poor nose is going to collapse. I look back on my reckless youth and wish I'd paid more attention to the signs.....

Life's going mad!!

I have single handedly managed to completely tip my entire existence on its head in the short space of two weeks. I no longer know who, or what I am.

I have deconstructed the fox, and begun to rebuild from the ground up.

Although the changes are big, and painful, and sweeping, I can't honestly say at this point that it's the wrong decision. The process of regrowth and construction is quite illuminating.

Let's, for argument's sake, call it a spring cleaning of life.

The changes are far too big and raw to mention here... In time, all will be revealed, but I simply wanted to let you all know that I am alive.

I've walked in the snow. I've walked in the sun. I've walked in the rain. I ended up smelling like a wet dog!! Valuable lesson.

I'm putting my current mindset down to mid-life crisis and winter blues... It's not an excuse, it's part of the modern human condition. I am a sixties kid, and a fekked up 21st century dweller. What the hell do you expect?? Plain sailing??

I am still questioning EVERYTHING, and occasionally having brainstorm/revelation/crisis (delete as applicable).

Are all estate agents a worthless bunch of semi-qualified legal misfits, with no sense of humour, or compassion?? (don't answer... I think it's a rhetorical question).

I wish spring would sprung!!