It's an unexpected state of affairs for me as there's been a lot of great stuff going on including birthday number 45 (note the absence of the all important birthday countdown), a wedding and five overseas trips in the space of six weeks. And I love sharing this kind of stuff.
But I'm full. Like an over-stimulated child at a birthday party, full of the thrill of new people and the excitement of new experiences, who absolutely insists it is not time to go home yet who falls asleep in the back of the car the minute you leave the driveway.
I feel so full that I've struggled to choose something to write about. It's like someone tipped about 20 jigsaws worth of puzzle pieces into my head and I just can't work out where to start. Corners, borders, some obvious part of the middle bit...it's all felt a bit much to deal with and I've found myself going around and around and around - and then doing nothing at all - on a fairly regular basis.
So that's where I am at - I am tired. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just tired.
And as I look forward to being at home - in my own bed - for ten days in a row, well it feels like absolute bliss.
So for the next week or so that is where I'll be...unless well, of course...
|This year's winner for the birthday card of best fit...|
So Şerefe, proost, santé, cheers and bottoms up!
After all life is for celebrating and there are 356 days to
go celebrate until birthday number 46 wraps its arms around me.