Day 12 of my time off over Christmas.
I am quite frankly shattered.
This cold has come on with a vengeance and I am full of sniffles and snuffles.
I was asked yesterday if I had thrown a lot away?
The answer is yes.
It is quite a cathartic experience. 10 bags to the tip so far and another 6 to the charity shop.
My whole VHS collection went yesterday and that was a hard decision to make.
But at the new house there is not enough room, besides which as everything is DVD nowadays it had to go.
The flat continues to be a right royal mess. But I have slowly been taking clothes over to The Chap's.
He is tired too, after days fitting our new kitchen. We both need a week in the sun to recover from Christmas I think.
It will be while before we can use it, so food has to microwaved or oven cooked.
Tonight is New Years Eve. I cannot believe how much has changed in the last 12 months.
It is a time for reflection.
I have paid off my credit cards and am moving in with the best and nicest and kindest chap I have ever known.
I wonder what the next 12 months will bring?
We plan to stay in this evening. No dinners out or expensive tickets to clubs plus the price of taxis.
We will sit on the sofa with the cats at our feet and eat a take away.