So, January continues to be the longest month of the year and the obvious start to a ‘new’ year… yet here I am, suspended in memories and still wondering ‘what the hell happened?’. I feel guilty for mentioning Mikes name, as though I should be ‘better’ or should have ‘moved on’. God how I hate that phrase, makes it sound like I’ve been speed dating and can’t quite get over the bloke with the big nose and halitosis, and I really need to ‘move on’.

I’m ‘trying’ internet dating, but that is for a later chapter.. The bird droppings and remnants that I currently appear to be attracting, are just too much to condense into this quick mid week ramble. I haven’t put ‘widow’ on my profile and alien would only attract more weirdos than I currently am ‘attracting’….. Can I have a time capsule please, so I go back 22 months?..