When Marillion is all that will do…

listening to Season’s End: Remastered. Very mellow, a little sad. Suits the mood.

It hasn’t been a good start to the year so far, what with all that is going on. Sympathies to anyone else having a tough time too. Tim is still down in Felixstowe, and I don’t feel it’s my place to blog about his family, but right at the moment I’m not getting long cheery phone calls for him and I really don’t know what to say. I feel like maybe I ought to be there, but I wouldn’t know what to say if I was there. His family have always been very welcoming and accepting of me (can you be one without the other? Not sure) but given my own contorted family background, I’m just not overly good at family. So while I care very deeply about them all, I don’t know precisely how I’m supposed to be reacting right now. (Forget which of you know what, sorry for the obtuseness and all that. Tim and I are fine, before any of you leap to the conclusion that one of my work colleagues did that he’s left me!)

So there’s that, and there’s the exhaustion of really not sleeping well – Small had a major coughing fit last night and kept both of us awake for ages, there’s the stress of the whole car thing (trying to sort out insurance just now for a car that I don’t (yet) own, which was imported, and I have no idea how much it’s valued, while I have an insurance claim ongoing and can’t remember the details of the last one where the guy drove into me (which actually runs out this year, phew, it’s nearly 5 years ago (shriek, which means Small is nearly 5!))) (loads of nested brackets, can you tell I’m a programmer? 😉 ), and there’s the day to day stress level of working in a support environment, and I could do with a holiday.

Just as well I’ve a couple booked 😀

Not sure I can be bothered to waffle on in such a bizarre way, and I think I ought to go get some food. ‘Night all.