C'est moi de nouveau. Sorry for the faltering resumption of my blog but I would like to commit to paper (white board?) now that Virgin Media is shite. Truly, deeply, madly awful. I am finally online with a wireless connection after an entire month of trying. We only got the broadband and netbook to cover our period of unemployment and much of it has passed with little connectivity. I have battled with Indian call centres, systems verging on ridiculous (3 days to send packaging for a lap top to be collected in then another two to collect the laptop in its box, then 3 days to fix it and then return an entirely new netbook). Hmmmmmm, me thinks I am a mug of massive proportions for tolerating that.
Anyhoo. Enough complaints. I am alive, have been interviewing steadily and have more coming up. Nothing has come off yet, but I am not despondent. Time will tell and the right fit matters far more now than ever. I have, however, spent plenty of quality time with my many and much loved friends, become a master baker and generally discovered the art of relaxation! Ooh, and stayed sober which is far, far more important than anything else. 5 months is fast approaching and I suspect 6 months will be on me before I know it.
As for cravings, well, they have crept up a bit on me of late. Nothing major, just little longings. A glass of very good red, maybe with the Sunday roast. Some crisp white wine with the thai curry I made or perhaps a cheeky glass of bubbles after a hard days interviewing. Suddenly the taste and the reasons for drinking wine are bubbling back up to the surface and taunting me. What I have to remind myself, though, is that I wasn't drinking like that towards the end and am not entirely sure that I ever did. These are the sorts of phrases trotted out in magazine restaurant reviews, not the ones
I used to have when I fancied a bottle of plonk! I would start off well, then convince myself that another wee glass wouldn't hurt, then another and on an on. The hangover the next morning would be a sharp reminder that nothing has changed, followed by the carb cravings and the insatiable desire later on for a hair of the dog. That, my friends, is the reality and I am not about to get complacent about it. Not after all this time.
Onwards and upwards!
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