Miss me?
Think of it as a breathing space. Sometimes it takes so much effort to keep breathing that there is no space to do anything else. Sometimes there simply isn't anything to say, even for a jabberjaws like me.
So what's new? On the plus side, I can now run 10k. On the minus side, I now need to wear reading glasses to look at emails on my iPhone. Alternatively I can just let them blur into into a yammer of horrible workstuff, these days nothing can't wait until the next day.
On the minus side, I have to buy my clothes at Sainsburys now. You can get a decent pair of work trousers for £9 - who knew? On the plus side, I have learned a lot about how the High Court works.
In my next life, I have decided not to come back as the proprietor of a school uniform shop after all. Lucrative and ludicrously easy though this may be, it will involve too much interaction with both children (bleargh) and Proper Mummies (bleargh). I have decided instead to come back as a barrister. I am quick at understanding things, good at writing, good at talking and showing off. And I like the idea of being able to earn £40,000 for two days of work.
Meanwhile, the brainchild languishes like a Victorian infant consumptive, pale and barely breathing. Which brings me back neatly to my breathing space.
Think of this as an oxygen tent.
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