Just to set the scene, and give you an idea of the 10 weeks I’ve just been through
I kind of always knew that moving somewhere new would be a bit tricky, I’ve always been kind of happy on my own but I’m really not sure how healthy that is. I have moved pretty far away from home so have really started again with friendship circles and everything, I’ve met some pretty odd characters.
My new jobs going well, everyone hates the manager, but that’s normal right? I’ve learnt that false confidence gets you everywhere and failing that just refusing to acknowledge mistakes entirely works equally well. The guys I work with offer plenty of writing material.
After getting out of a long relationship and being messed around far too much I’m staying well clear of relationships, unless I find the one… right ;) I’ll be sure to note down how that goes.
I’m walking in the park today and I bump into my new best friend, her ex fiancée and a lad called Scott she has been messing around with. To make matters worse the ex fiancée is convinced there is something going on between her and me. I hung around just long enough to realise they weren’t arguing, felt slightly and strangely disappointed I made my excuses and left.
Fixed my bike and washed the car. The bike didn’t need fixing; the car didn’t need washing, just your standard day off in the sunshine really.
I’m thinking of starting the scribblings of a book, something fictional with some fantastic relatable characters.
Well hope this has made a good corner stone.
