This is the way things have turned out.
I'm 21 weeks pregnant, living with my fiance and dreaming of nothing more than being organised. Today I shuffled around furniture in our student house room. We are alone. The other tenants have escaped back to home, which is alright for them but this is the only place I want to be. Maybe I miss some of the company from back South; that's all. My DVDs are rearranged into colour order. That rainbow cheers me up when I see it. Everything's not so bad, really.
In just four months our futures will be sealed. Dan and I are bored waiting already. It doesn't help that there is no work for anyone, let alone us, in Carlisle at the moment. Which is why I seem to have time for trivial things like blogging. Well, that's the plan anyway.
My course was successfully changed and in September I return to University as a 2nd year in Creative Writing. That kind of made taking up this again a good idea. Plus, I miss the company.
For now, I'm afraid, my rumbling stomach and very flat car battery are calling me to better things. But don't worry, this growling of empty gut will not be the last you hear of me.
