So I didn't blog yesterday as I and some friends did the 13 mile Bewl Water walk - in under 4 hours!!!
And naturally I was fucked.

Back to work - well WFH this week cos of train strikes, so easing myself in gently, mostly by deleting the junk emails that clog the inboxes up!

So this year? It was a good year actually, the first one in ages. It started shittily with the leg issue but I figure if it can manage that walk, its pretty good as its going to be. All my loans were paid off in May and now its the slow slog of paying back credit card debit. I had really, really hoped that I would have paid one by now but its not worked that way, I cancelled two cards completely and am on a payment plan for them, it sucks as I can only pay back the minimum payment but on the other hand, there's no interest building up. I still rely on the others more than I'm happy about but at least the other two I have no temptation or ability to spend.

Things still suck because the car needs work and its so hard to remain motivated about ridding myself of debt when I know, as soon as I have a decent amount, I'll need to use it to get rid of the car issue.

I really, really want a holiday this year. I'm 40. i've not been away since 2019, 2017 was the last new country I visited, but we've got to remain strong.

I gave up Sharemare. Part of me misses her and riding a lot. The other part of me, is glad i'm not rushing about after work in the dark and cold and wet to go up and sort her out and the money i'm saving on her and petrol helps my budget.

The dogs have been fucking awesome. Mrs Spaniel as always and Mrs Collie, God I can't even tell you about how proud I am of her and the work we have done.

I met E 2.0. I'm still slightly bewildered about it all, why he didn't have the balls to deal with it properly. But now the dust has settled, its good. The bad sex and performance issues would have started to grate long term and he was just a bit..... well.... dull. I was fooling myself by starting to fall for him when long term it would have made me bored, miserable and just chuntering alone.

There's the issue with J. I'm going to the theatre with him obviously in two weeks time and today I asked if he wanted to watch the Charlton/Man U game at his which he was up for. Am I making the same mistake about convincing myself I have feelings I don't? Is he doing the same? I really don't know. I'm hoping we can have some clear the air talks before the theatre so i'm not left wondering.

I'm really looking forward to that. It's To Kill A Mockingbird - one of my ultimate favourite books and it has Papa from Stranger Things in it as Atticus and I fell hard for Stranger Things over the summer, so hoping it'll be good, hoping it won't be awkward. We'll see. 

So belatedly. It's time to tell 2022 to fuck off and Welcome in 2023. Who knows what it has in store? After pandemics and Queens dying, its hard to make any predictions!