The days are dripping by..

January and February used to be so boring. Mum never did much for my birthday, it was always dark, wet and horrible, and with Christmas over and a long wait til Spring there never used to be much going on.
This year though I’ve hardly got time to pause for breath.
We’re off to see Hannah in panto on Friday. I hope it’s good, or all those evenings I spent listening to her singing around the house will have been wasted, as well as unwanted.
Then it’s only a week until our holiday, which is terribly exciting but also terribly, terribly nerve-wracking. I haven’t told Philippa anything because I don’t want her to know anything, but that means that I’ve got to be on top of everything. So the preparation, planning and packing is all down to me, which I’m finding traumatic enough, but with Philippa’s surprise trip for my birthday being so, so good I feel like there’s added pressure on me to make the Valentine’s holiday equally as good (if not better) or I’ll feel like a failure.
Honestly, sometimes I look back with envy on life when I was single. It was certainly less hectic and anxious.

RC 25-1-12