Enough moaning I think. Love schmuv. I am going to try to stop being a baby and get on with all the busy stuff in my life that can’t be put on hold for any more evenings staring at the ceiling, wondering and wishing for things that will never happen.
This afternoon will include an attempted visit to the beach with attempted marshmallow toasting and assorted other attempted activities, or instead, there will be a car-load of bawling brats and it will be quickly home for fish ‘n’ chips on the coffee table. Either way, the conversation is guaranteed to be interesting and giggleful.
Well, this is going to be short and sweet. It has recently come to my attention that miracles do indeed happen and so I think I am going to crank up my expectations for the next month or so. The next big winning lotto ticket is mine, a gardener, cook and cleaner are going to beg me for volunteer work and I am going to attain the skills I need to become a professional web developer. It’s all good…