Guilt Post

Argh. Nearly a year gone by. Where? What did I do with it?

Reading back, Bucharest seems an awful long time ago, but since then I have been in London: and since the end of July I have been off work after having approximately 2kg of fibroids and ovarian cysts removed from me. Lovely. Actually, I have been amazed by how much better I feel, and, apparently, look, despite no makeup for most of the last 2 months.

Oh, and I've also bought a flat. An impulse buy, you know. Actually, it's the first one I'd seen that I thought "I WANT to live here", rather than "I COULD live here". Atticky, light, quiet... and if it wasn't so far out in the boonies, absolutely perfect. But after 13 years of living in the middle of town, anywhere less central was always going to be a bit of a problem, so I'm not getting too aerated about the boonie issue.

This post is the equivalent of those "oh god I've been so rubbish, will stay in touch better I swear" emails that you send. I do mean it, for now, but the flesh is weak and the spirit has just got cable telly. We shall see.