2009, came and went.

I'm not a big fan of New Years and living on the wrong side of town for any parties, The Boy and I are spending an evening curled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and some films.

Each year, I tell myself, next year will be better. Well, do you know what I think, this year was that next year.

I had a great trip to London with my flatmates.
I enjoyed a fantastic Beltane and made some lovely new friends.
I got referred to a sleep specialist who suspected my blackouts and seizures might be blood pressure related.
I got to ride in an RAF rescue helicopter.
I found out The Boy and I had the offer of a new home.
I was diagnosed with dust allergies.
I found out the sleep specialist was right and am now seizure free.
I found out about some food intolerances and am now feeling better than ever.
My sister got married.
We moved in to our lovely new home.
We had a great Chrismtas.
It snowed!

[edit] It would appear that I forgot I power walked a marathon through the night in my bra [/edit]

Here's to 2010 whatever it may bring.

These lovely clouds were shot out of the back window once the snow clouds cleared.