The Very Next Day...

So, finally girded my loins and took the tiger by the tail, bull by the horns and bit the bullet. Feeling a gut wrenching nostalgia when looking at smoked almonds, Dolly Parton records, a suspicious looking stray hair, Cake For Breakfast Dishes of friday, the bag of miscellaneous Boy Stuff I have neatly prepared and left at the front door. Feeling strong and proud and relieved when talking to Mum, Bella, Bex and Nat. Again, there is someone sitting on my chest most of the time. But I know from experience that all this will pass, given enough time.

Last night, drank most of two bottles of wine and took a lot of herbal tranquillisers. I felt relieved by my lack of emotion/nerve endings if not entirely lucid and sober... And New Years this evening, hopefully easy enough to take on the same detachment, Henry's should be FAB and I want desperately to be in the present, enjoying it, and not wallowing in nostalgia and madly romanticising.

So, New Years Resolutions:

• Be gloriously and proudly Mansfield-esque independent, staunchly partner-less.
• Buying THINGS not STUFF (ie, practical application rather than the purely decorative).
• Budget seriously, pay back debts and holiday fabulously, preferably in Europe, with Liz and Charly.
• Learn to drive.
• Timetable writing evenings and stick to it.