Three Months II

So, it's been yet another three months since my last entry to this (increasingly dusty) magic macro micro journal (I prefer that to 'blog'). I'm not proud of myself and I feel just terrible for the hordes of readers who have been left having to turn to alternative means of gratification (easy tiger) or worse still, actually go on living their lives forgetting the positive impact this little spot of the internet has on them. Perhaps not.

There's no point crying over spilt milk (even though I didn't spill any) and it's all water under the bridge (where else would it go?) so we begin again, like an old 40's car coughing through the disgrace of age and pushing as hard as it might to begin again. i.e. I'm writing another one now. I've been away for yet more time but it's taken forced rest to allow me to get back on this blog and tap out some more nonsense.

So currently I'm recovering from the tail end of a particularly nasty flu virus which I'm lead to believe (through the occasional paper my flatmate pushes under my cell door) is doing the rounds of Great Britain (not sure about Northern Ireland though). I'm feeling a lot better today and although I'm off work (and have been all week more or less) I'll be fighting fit as of Monday I'm sure. I would say come back to see if I've posted something on Monday about general well being, but we both know you'll be disappointed if I don't so best leave that.

I spent the first half of my viral imprisonment in Sussex with both my Father and my Grandmother who did a grand job of putting up with my winging and falling asleep on every surface I could find. It's a sad, sad day when you wake up with a doily stuck to your face I say.

I must also add here that my father has returned to the UK after over sixteen years in America. I still don't think it's sunk in really and spending a week with him falling in and our of consciousness (me, not him) probably didn't help with the reality check needed, but it was enjoyable as illnesses go and I hope to be seeing him and my brother in a few weeks.

I'm now back in my London pad, not going to work (they can live without me for a few days, I'm sure) and starting to get itchy brain cells and desperately need to exercise them. I have many exciting plans for 2011 and I'm chomping at the bit to get them onto paper and discussed with my team. Of course, as many of these things go, many of my ideas may be discarded and replaced with other better ones however it's a start and we all need to start somewhere.