Top of the Rollercoaster

So, here it is. The last day of me being 28.

Which means tomorrow, I'm 29. It's the start of the rollercoaster towards 30, which — as we all know — is code for "Gay Death". Or, at least, that's what it feels like. Pish.

However, the glass is half-full (unlike meself this coming Saturday, as I hope to be entirely full), so I'm still in my twenties, and will be til I (hopefully) leave the country. Hence, I'm planning on making the best of it.

In other news, things are moving remarkably quickly in life.

I'm thrilled to report that the Cullybackey Man is staying in the US (which means I can go and visit later in the year, maybe May?), and is getting a place with M.

In a parallel manoeuvre, things sound like they're going brilliantly well for Neilo and his lady, and he's talking about them getting their own place in the Greenwich.

So it's the top of the rollercoaster for a lot of us. Or, to put it another way, "It's a very exciting time!"</MG>

Saturday has now been combined with a blind date, all beyond my control, which I'm understandably nervous about. So meself and LS are going to get some fancy schmancy birthday/smarten-up hurcuts done on Friday.

And finally, seeing as I'm adding scattered thoughts... As I was slowly drifting off to sleep lastnight, I mentally walked through and around my Nan's old house, Aweldêg. I've not done something like that for a while, and I'm not entirely sure where it came from. Just been thinking about her more recently since I found that letter from her for my 21st birthday. Discuss...

Maybe not, eh?

Anyway, best crack on....