Reminiscing. (It’s only been a week.)

So a week ago tonight I was at the O2 London having a blast watching Barry Manilow. In stark contrast, one week later, and I’m home alone in the cold, wet NW, working late and fed up!

I want to redo last Friday. That was a good day.

I’ve been home 48hrs and I am rapidly realising I have no love for this house, and need to start a new purge - to get rid of loads of my crap. I feel an overwhelming desire to abandon all material things and just be basic.

So, alongside a ten hour working day tomorrow I shall be filling yet more bags with stuff for the charity shop - it feels cathartic already!!