WRITE CHOICES AND ASPIRATIONS

I keep saying the next time I move it will be my last, but somehow I don't think I am done yet.  But what a performance it all is.   It's that moment when you sit completely jaded and exhausted and look around you at the silly things like the odd pair of socks sitting on the bedside locker, the note pads everywhere, the lipsticks, the nail varnish, the cellotape, the things for upstairs that are downstairs and vice versa and then it hits.  Blimey, all of this needs to go somewhere, into some box or whatever before removal day.   OH how good it must be to be able to afford removal men.   However I am becoming quite adept at all this moving lark.   Best thing I have done in years is buy lots of collapsible boxes from Tescos.  They aint that big but they stack neatly, and when you get to the other end of the journey they fold away.(until next time)

Everyone keeps saying (do you think you will settle here).  Well the answer to that one is "Yes, if I can find enough work to pay my bills."   If not then it will be a definite move further north where work is more forthcoming.   Failing that it will  be back into private service yet again.   But I will give it my best shot, enjoy Christmas with my family and hope that by then work is flowing in my door.

It is nice being back in an area where I am known, where faces keep appearing, saying "Hiya, I remember you from school..."

And oh the joy of quieter roads.  How I detest heavy traffic, particularly when it isn't going anywhere.

So watch this space.   I may be here for a few years, but it might be a few months.  Who knows, I sure as hell don't.