Tullamarine

So many questions and issues to be resolved following my trip to London. Probably a wee bit too soon to be attempting anything productive as I've been travelling for two days and am beginning to feel a little insane in the membrane.

Initial thoughts are that it was largely a waste of time. Glad I managed to build Nana a new shed and spent some time with Pierre but little else springs to mind as something worthy of the name, 'achievement'.

The usual manner of these things is that I look back on them with affection with increases in direct proportion to the passage of time involved. To summarise (with the aforementioned tiredness caveat) I felt out of place for a large period of time and didn't bond with my friends in the way I expected or hoped for. It was the same last Christmas but I blamed that on the deleterious nature of my relationship with Peta and what I perceived to be her selfish behaviour.

This again is a familiar tale, I have excuses for my unhappiness / discomfort which are gradually stripped away to reveal...me.

My current excuse is that I feel betwixt and between, at home neither here nor there (I'm currently in transit both literally and metaphorically).

Or am I just a moody twat?

Shall I give writing a bash? Teaching? Work with my brother? Children? Living on a remote island? Kelping? Surfing? Fishing?

Told you there were lots of questions, won't take long for me to realise how few and how well concealed the answers are.