Hi Folks. I'm girding my loins for what is going to be a hectic weekend. Tomorrow, as usual, I've got to go to work, then I'm going out with my new ladygirl, then, on Saturday I shall be spending an afternoon doing the necessary paperwork, paying the necesssary monies then getting the keys to my new flat. After that, my old mate Mark is coming up from Brizzle and we're going to a concert he bought the tickets for. We're going to see Me First And The Gimme Gimmes, a band I know little about. I'm only going because the dopey pillock bought tickets for himself and his wife, then he realised he'd bought tickets for the Brum Academy gig, not the Bristol Academy, and his wife didn't fancy coming all the way up here. So, me being his vice-Best Man (who royally fucked up his wedding ceremony with a CD player malfunction. It was horrible. I still wake up screaming about that one.) I stepped into the breach.
Then, on Sunday, I'll be moving out of the house and into my new flat. I've got mixed feelings about it. I'm not happy about being away from my kids, but it's probably for the best. I'm not moving far, a couple of streets away. I am hoping it's a new start, and I can start moving on with my life. Sunday night, I'll probably collapse with exhaustion and emotion.
So, because my new flat won't have a computer just yet, this'll be my last post for a bit, but keep checking in, because, like the Terminator and Status Quo, I will be back!