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A Week of Lurgy, Life Admin, and Liberation

September 9, 2026

Greetings from the snot trenches, where it is currently 1:30am, sleep has apparently packed a bag and left without forwarding details, and I am writing this with all the grace and composure of someone who has not slept properly in two days.

Yes, the dreaded lurgy has entered our house, made itself comfortable, and appears to have no intention of leaving quietly. Hubby and I have both been taken down by it, which means our home has become a glamorous little retreat featuring coughing, sniffing, tissues in every room, and two adults operating at roughly the same level of dignity as damp laundry.

If this post seems unusually dramatic, please remember that I am approximately 73% mucus at this point. The remaining 27% is stubbornness, caffeine, and the faint hope that future-me will read this later and have no memory of typing it.

There is something truly humbling about being sick at the same time as your spouse. Usually, one person gets to be the patient, and the other gets to be the responsible adult who makes tea, finds medicine, and offers sympathy. This week, we have both been the patient, which has resulted in a household management system best described as “mutual survival with occasional groaning.”

My sinuses seem to have decided that now is the perfect time to stage a full-scale rebellion. I have coughed, sniffled, spluttered, and made noises that I sincerely hope no one outside this house has heard. At one point, I began wondering whether I should search for a life jacket, just in case I drown in my own snot and mucus before Hubby wakes for work. Things reached a new level of dramatic when one particularly violent sneezing attack apparently sounded so alarming that my neighbour across the way became concerned for my welfare. Not once, but twice, they thought I might be crying out for help. Which, to be fair, was not entirely inaccurate, because damn this dreaded lurgy to hell. May all the evil snot goblins rot in the seventh circle of Kleenex tissues and nasal spray.

In terms of adulting, this week’s list is short but heroic. Aside from my usual 11am AEST post today, my only other official act of responsible adulthood is making an appointment with my GP. Some people climb mountains. Some people run empires. Today, I will make one phone call and require applause.

That is, of course, assuming I can sound coherent enough on the phone to explain that I am unwell and would quite like a medical professional to confirm that the lurgy is, in fact, being deeply rude.

There was, however, one very bright and important moment this week. I returned to Box Hill Hospital for the final check-up on my hip surgery, and I am thrilled to say that everyone was very pleased with how things are going.

After everything that led to the surgery, the recovery, the appointments, the waiting, and the slow rebuilding of confidence, it felt rather wonderful to hear that I am now officially free to go and live my best life. Apparently, I have been medically cleared for joy, movement, and general thriving, which is excellent news, though my sinuses appear to have filed an objection.

Still, I will take the win. Hip: approved. Lurgy: not invited. Overall result: progress, with tissues.

In other news, the Sunday blogging series now has an official name: Midweek Musings. Yes, I know Sunday is not technically midweek in the traditional calendar sense, but it does fall in the middle of my posting week, and frankly, that is the kind of logic we are embracing here.

The first post in the series will go live at the official time of 3pm AEST. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I will enjoy writing them. They will be a space for thoughts, reflections, little life updates, and whatever else happens to wander through my brain and demand a paragraph.

And now, because it is still 1:30am and I am still awake, I am going to hope very sincerely that by the time this post goes live, I will be asleep. Ideally breathing through both nostrils but let us not get greedy.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to continue searching for that life jacket before the mucus stages a full maritime incident.
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Blogging Update!

September 6, 2026

Hello, dear reader!

Just a quick update on my blog and posting schedule .

Currently, I post every Wednesday at 11am AEST ( soon to be AEDT by Oct 4th 2026). After giving it some thought, I’ve decided, in an effort to keep up with my writing to add Sundays to the posting schedule.

While Wednesdays will continue to cover weekly goings on – Sundays will be dedicated to more creative writing like short stories, poems and a humorous look certain aspects of my life. I’m really excited to start doing this and I’m hoping you’ll enjoy it as well!

I’m aiming to post around 3pm Sundays ( at least that’s the plan at the moment) but we’ll see what works!

Two blogs a week?

Lets Go!

Ceej
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The Week That Was: Leave, Life Admin and a Gen X Gut Punch

September 2, 2026

This week I finally took some very overdue long service leave. And when I say overdue, I mean the kind of overdue where the leave balance was probably sitting in the system wearing a cardigan, asking if anyone was ever going to collect it.

I had grand visions, of course. Rest. Relaxation. Possibly becoming the sort of person who drinks tea slowly while staring out a window and thinking deep, elegant thoughts. Instead, the week became a tasting platter of adulting, errands, health nonsense, emotional damage and the universe whispering, “You wanted time off? Cute.”

Long Service Leave: The Dream Versus the Reality

There is something deeply satisfying about taking leave that has been owed to you for so long it feels less like time off and more like retrieving buried treasure. Except instead of a glittering chest of gold, you get a calendar full of appointments, cleaners coming to clean, phone calls, and jobs you have been pretending not to see for months.

Because naturally, the minute you get time away from work, your brain goes, “Excellent. Now we can finally deal with every boring, practical, grown-up thing we have been avoiding.” Adulting arrived wearing sensible shoes and carrying a clipboard.

So yes, I did some responsible-person things. Not glamorous things. Not Instagram-worthy things. The sort of things that make you feel vaguely smug for thirty seconds and then immediately tired. Still, they were necessary, and future me will probably be grateful once she stops being dramatic about it.

Meanwhile, My Body Chose Violence

And then, because apparently the week did not already have enough plot, my body decided to contribute its own dramatic subplot. Specifically, the worst women’s health issues I have had in a long time.

Honestly, rude. There I was, attempting to have a peaceful week off, and my reproductive system apparently saw an opening for interpretive theatre. Not a quiet little background performance, either. No, this was full production value: lighting, sound effects, emotional monologue, and possibly a fog machine.

I am being direct because there is no point pretending it was just “a bit uncomfortable.” It was awful. But I am also choosing to keep it light because sometimes the only way through bodily betrayal is snacks, pain relief, inappropriate jokes, and strongly worded internal feedback to the management.

A Sombre One for the Gen X Heart

On a genuinely sad note, this week also brought the reported passing of Dolly Parton, Tim Curry and Peter Cullen. That is not a sentence my poor Gen X heart was prepared to process in one go.

Dolly was rhinestones, warmth, wit, big-heartedness and songs that somehow managed to be both larger than life and deeply human. Tim Curry was chaos, charisma, camp, menace, mischief and theatrical brilliance all wrapped in one unforgettable eyebrow raise. Peter Cullen was the voice of Optimus Prime, which means for many of us he was not just a performer; he was part of the emotional architecture of childhood.

It felt like the universe gathered up a handful of icons and said, “Here, remember mortality?” No thank you. Return to sender. My inner child is sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by VHS tapes, humming dramatically and refusing to make eye contact.

There is a special kind of grief that comes with losing people who shaped the background music, movie nights, cartoons and cultural wallpaper of your life. You may not have known them personally, but their work lived in your home, your memories and your sense of humour. This week, that hit hard.

Death received a lot of formal complaints this week and is currently on a performance improvement plan. Depending on how Death improves — also known as not taking anyone else before year’s end — Death may or may not be fired.

But Spring Has Sprung

Happily, because life is never only one thing, spring has arrived. And I love spring. I know every season has its fans, but spring is absolutely my favourite. It has optimism. It has colour. It has that little lift in the air that makes everything feel slightly more possible.

Yes, there is the small matter of hayfever lurking in the wings, ready to leap out like an overenthusiastic pollen goblin. But I am choosing hope. I am choosing blossoms. I am choosing sunshine that does not yet feel like the surface of the sun. I am choosing the smug joy of noticing longer days and pretending I am now a person who will go for brisk meaningful walks.

Spring feels like the world taking a deep breath and saying, “Right, let’s try that again.” After a week of life admin, body drama and pop culture heartbreak, I will take that little seasonal reset with both hands.

Two More Weeks on the Horizon

The good news is that I am due another two weeks of recreational leave, and I am very much looking forward to it. I am trying not to put too much pressure on it, because clearly the universe likes to hear plans and then immediately improvise jazz over the top of them.

Still, I am hopeful. Maybe those two weeks will include rest. Maybe they will include nice weather, soft mornings, decent coffee, and fewer errands. Maybe my body will read the room and behave itself. Maybe I will even achieve that elusive state known as “relaxed adult with clean laundry.”

For now, though, this week has been a lot. It was overdue leave that turned into a mixed bag. It was adulting with a side of cramps. It was grief for voices, faces and songs that meant more than I probably realised. But it was also spring arriving, gently and brightly, reminding me that not every ending gets the final word.

So, here’s to long service leave, however chaotic. Here’s to the icons who helped raise us from the television, radio and movie screen. Here’s to spring, even if it makes my sinuses question their career choices. And here’s to the next two weeks of leave, which I am formally requesting be restful, gentle and significantly less weird.
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Tea, Tech Gremlins and Tiny Furry Managers

August 26, 2026

A light update from a week that tried very hard to be dramatic.

This week has been one of those weeks where life looked at the calendar, cracked its knuckles, and said, “Right, let’s add some seasoning.” Nothing catastrophic, thankfully, but enough little stresses, delays, admin hurdles, and technical gremlins to make me consider whether staring dramatically out a window counts as self-care. I have also confirmed that tea is not just a beverage; it is a survival plan in a mug.

Work has been its usual busy self, with deadlines, tasks, and the kind of to-do list that seems to reproduce when nobody is looking. I’m convinced mine has a secret social life and keeps inviting friends over. Every time I tick something off, three more tasks appear, looking innocent and pretending they were always there. Still, I’ve managed to keep going, which I’m counting as a win — not a shiny trophy kind of win, more of a “still wearing pants and answering emails” kind of win.

On top of work, there has also been the joy — and I use that word with the facial expression of someone reading tax instructions — of dealing with the NDIS. To be fair, it has been my support coordinator who has been grappling with the NDIS on my behalf, and I am extremely grateful, because forms, phone calls, and follow-ups are not exactly my preferred leisure activity. This week, though, we had a very productive conversation about next steps, which felt like a genuine win and not just the kind where you reward yourself for remembering where you put your password.

If dealing with admin were an Olympic sport, my support coordinator would be out there doing the heavy lifting, while I’d be in the stands waving a tiny flag, holding tea, and offering the kind of moral support that mostly sounds like, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Around the house, there have been a few small DIY projects happening too. I would love to say I was heavily involved, but honesty is important, and my involvement was mostly limited to admiring the finished results, nodding wisely, and occasionally standing nearby in what I like to call a “management role.” By “management role,” I mean offering helpful commentary such as, “That looks good,” while maintaining a safe and respectful distance from anything sharp, electric, or capable of exposing my complete lack of handyman credentials.

Then, of course, WordPress decided this would be the perfect week to have a full personality crisis. Technical issues popped up and caused delays in my posting schedule, which was frustrating because I had good intentions, and surely good intentions should be rewarded with smooth uploads, working buttons, and a website that does not behave like a toddler refusing to put on shoes. Instead, WordPress apparently chose to become an uncooperative gremlin with Wi-Fi access and a flair for drama.

So, if things have appeared a little delayed or quieter than planned, that is why. I promise I have not vanished into the wilderness or taken up a mysterious new life as a hermit with questionable internet. I’ve just been here, battling admin, work stress, and website issues like a very tired warrior armed mainly with passwords, patience, snacks, and the faint hope that refreshing the page one more time might count as a technical strategy.

Overall, though, things are well. The kittens are well and continuing to provide their usual blend of cuteness, mischief, and tiny household management opinions. They remain convinced that anything happening in the house is absolutely their business, especially if it involves boxes, laptops, food, or anything I was hoping to keep neat. Their motto appears to be: “If it exists, we must investigate it. If it is tidy, we must fix that.”

We are also only three weeks away from our wedding anniversary — twenty years married for Hubby and me. Twenty years! That feels both wonderfully special and slightly alarming, because surely, we were only just figuring out wedding plans five minutes ago, probably while making decisions about napkins that seemed very important at the time. Somehow, here we are: two decades in, still laughing, still juggling life together, and still probably blaming the cats for things they may or may not have done. Honestly, after twenty years, that seems like a perfectly reasonable household policy.

So that has been my week: a little stressful, a little chaotic, a little delayed, but not without its funny moments and good bits. Hopefully WordPress behaves itself from here on out, the to-do list stops multiplying like it has access to a cloning machine, and the kittens continue to supervise the household with all the seriousness of tiny furry managers who have never missed a board meeting in their lives.

Thanks for sticking with me through the posting delays. Regular updates should be back very soon — assuming, of course, the gremlins have packed their bags, left WordPress alone, and found somewhere else to cause chaos. Preferably not my inbox.

Until next time, I’ll be here attempting to look organised, negotiating peace treaties with technology, applauding DIY from a safe distance, and accepting that the kittens are probably the true management team of this household. If anyone needs me, I’ll be under a blanket with a cup of tea, pretending my inbox can’t see me.

Thanks for reading,

Ceej
Yet another test

August 20, 2026

Trialing again.

Ceej
The Week I Wish Wasn’t ..

August 12, 2026

I know. I’ve used this header before … A couple of times actually. It’s the only one that accurately describes the week that we’ve just had.

On the night of Monday August 3rd, at 10pm we experienced what could only be described as a plumbing emergency. Our toilet decided it’d had enough of this life and finally decided it was time to go to god. So, by 10pm Monday night we had a leaky toilet and no idea how to fix it

Tuesday morning, we decided to call a plumber so, at 6.45am I was reaching out to Irwins Plumbing Service for help. To say I / we were stressed was an under statement. We knew it was going to be costly ( We didn’t know how much at the time) and I had to wrangle our finances to ensure we could cover it

For those that are not aware, we live in a rental. We’ve lived in this rental since 2001. Mid 2002 the unit was sold ( We went with it) and our new/ current landlord gave us a lease for 12 months. That lease expired in November 2003. Since then, we’ve been on a month by month basis and as such our landlord has not done so much as a property inspection or performed any routine maintenance. In fact, asking him to do so is like pulling teeth ( aka nigh on impossible) so, for the most part, we’ve attempted to fix stuff on our own.

By Tuesday afternoon, Carlos from Irwins Plumbing came by to assess the damage and give us a quote to fix it. As predicted it was a costly exercise, nonetheless I arranged to have someone come by on the Thursday of that week to fix it

In the interim my my nerves were shot and having the added stress of work being busier than a one legged man in a hopping contest did very little to help matters.

Thursday morning hubby and I were up at the god awful time of 4.30am with the promise of a plumber being on site at 7am. Naturally, 7am came and went. By 9.40am I had called Irwins Plumbing to enquire as to our plumbers whereabouts and was told we’d been placed in a window that was in fact between 9am -1pm and we were the next job on the guys list.

At 12.49pm Trent entered the chat.

Trent as it turns out was our plumber and he was running a little late after being held up at the previous job.

He arrived at around 1.15pm and commenced work straight away. It took him all of an hour to fix it and he did a bloody fantastic job! Not only that, when all was said and done, the job came in $104 cheaper than originally quoted – so I was happy with that.

Trent, if you ever read this, good job mate! We’re super happy with the work you’ve done! 5 stars to you friend!

Despite this, I still wish it was money we didn’t have to spend. We’re now having to put the money back and that means things are going to be a little tight for a while. Ugh!

Being an adult sucks balls!

Thanks for reading,

Ceej
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Which Type of Partner Are You? Fandom Edition

August 5, 2026
(A/N : This blog is written in the name of fun. I mean no offence to anyone in writing this)

There’s something that’s been rolling around in my brain since the Outlander series ended (That was 874 years ago .. Well, that’s what it feels like to me anyway) and today I thought I’d tackle that something in the form of this weeks blog.

As you can tell by the title – Which type of fandom partner are you?

For context: Your girlfriend/boyfriend/ spouse/husband/ wife is neck deep into a fandom. Whether it’s books, a TV show, a film franchise, music or musical, game or genre of anything – you’ve fallen madly in love and can’t imagine your life without them in it. They’re your person in all things. They’re your always and forever. Everything is going great guns until one day – BAM- they’ve fallen down a fandom rabbit hole and have no intention of ever climbing out.

The question is, how do you handle their fandom obsession?

I have come up three types of “Fandom Partner” and trust me when I tell you, regardless whether you want to or not, you will find yourself in one of these categories eventually. Falling into a category doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re still a decent person. This is purely from my own observations ( as someone who has been part of various fandom spaces over the years) and my attempt to explain what I’ve seen during my time in fandoms.

Ready? Here we go!
1. ALL IN FLYNN
An ALL IN FLYNN is the type of person who takes one look at their significant other and decides then and there to join them down the rabbit hole.

You’ll find yourself becoming so involved, that even the one who found the fandom first, can’t help but gush to all their fandom friends that “They’re even more obsessed than I am!” or ” I am so lucky that my significant other is with me in this!” The two of you will go everywhere together. To every event, to every convention, to every meet and greet and every fan held function around the globe. You’ll share the same friends, you’ll cos play together, you’ll buy all the merch (including limited editions of things or the same things in several different colours) and chances are, you’ll create content that gets you a whole ton of extra attention from all four corners of the fandom-sphere. Your home will be decked out with fandom memorabilia and you’ll stand side by side and support each other should the shit hit the fan ( as it often does in the fandom space, regardless of what it is) the two of you will ride at dawn, on your metaphorical horse, with your swords drawn ready to defend the realm unto death. You know the hills you will die on by name and you’re not in the slightest bit sorry either. 10/10 no notes

2. SIDELINE SUSAN

If you’ve managed to get your hands on a SIDELINE SUSAN – they’ve similar energy to an ALL IN FLYNN except they’re quieter about it.

A sideline Susan is exactly as the category suggests. On the sidelines. OK, so you don’t go to every fandom related event on the calendar but every once in a while you’ll go to something, just to make your significant other happy. But mostly, you prefer to stay out of the spotlight. You’re the kind of person who, should your significant other wish to create content, you’ll go all out and buy all of the equipment required – complete with all the bells and whistles- just so your fandom obsessed other half can create something wonderful. You may not even like the thing they’re obsessing over but, you understand that *the thing* is important to them and so, you simply nod and smile while they spend hours talking about the latest fandom drama that’s got their attention.

As far as the merch goes? Behind closed doors, you roll your eyes while you mutter ” Dear God, not again! I swear they’ll send us broke” as you sit reading the latest credit card statement. But to their face you say that you’ve got no issues with what they’re buying but just ” take it easy” and remind them gently that money doesn’t grow on trees.

Having said that, you really can’t be to judgemental because you’re also aware on how much you’ve spent on said fandom obsession in the name of happiness. Being on the sidelines, you’ve become an expert on walking that fine line between casual spectator and full on player. It’s a skill not many people can possess. You Sideline Susans have mastered the art and thats nothing to be sneezed at.

And finally, while you won’t ride directly into the fray, if and when the fandom space becomes to much (which it does at least 75% of the time) you’ll be there with an empathetic ear, a warm blanket, a cup of hot coco with a box of tissues on standby.

3. Grumblebum Gary

Grumblebum Gary.

In the unfortunate event you’ve found yourself in possession of one of these, I’m afraid you’re in for a rough time

You guys are literally the worst type of people when it comes to anyone you know belonging to a fandom. Regardless how happy the person is being part of said fandom thing, you’re quietly seething and turning into the green eyed monster because their attention is focused on something other than you.

You’ll make with passive – aggressive comments should the situation present itself and take great pleasure in reminding your person that fandoms are toxic and that anyone involved in a fandom is monumentally stupid.

Fandom Merch? Outrageously expensive and all they’re doing is pissing money up against a wall

Attending fandom events? Even to make your significant other happy? Fuck no! You’d rather set your genitals on fire or shit in your hands and clap!

As far as you’re concerned, being involved in a fandom is a complete load of bollocks and should be left in the bin where it belongs

In the event the shit hits the fan? Well, you’ll just tell them “I told you so” and “You’ll get no sympathy from me” before going about the rest of your day

Your motto is ” Saw a fandom – took a shit on it” and the less said about that, the better.

So, there you have it folks. The three types of fandom partners.

Which one are you with?

Thanks for reading,

Ceej
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The blog I Wasn’t Going to Write

July 29, 2026

I had no intention of writing a blog this week.

I’m too tired, to exhausted, emotionally spent and I feel like my nervous system hasn’t been able to relax in months.

There are so many things that need to be fixed, so many things that need to be done and so many issues that need to be addressed, I simply have no idea what to do or where to start.

I feel like the weight of the world is on top of me, like no one around me is willing to be accountable for their actions and they just expect me to either turn a blind eye or make excuses for the messes they’ve caused.

I’m hurt, angry and upset and every single person I’ve tried to talk to has simply dismissed me or expected me to simply suck it up and deal with it.

“This has nothing to do with you, so you don’t have to worry about it” seems to be the current theme in my life. Thing is, it has everything to do with me and the reason that it has everything to do with me is because I feel like I have been left to *verbally fix* everything or *explain away* what’s been going on, while everyone else just gets away scot free without consequences … and honestly, I’m so bloody tired.

I’m so tired and worn out I’ve actually reached out to EAP (employee assist) – the free service provided by my work place for a little bit of help and guidance. I’ve booked appointments for various different services they provide and my hope is that over the next 6 months I find a way through all of this.

Thanks for reading

Ceej
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A Little Life Update.

July 22, 2026

Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to my new posting schedule.

Glad you could be here. This week, I’m going to be giving you a little bit of a life update .

So, to begin with, my working life has been absolutely insane. For those who are unaware as much as I wish I could make a living from the written word, I don’t and I do in-fact work part time in a Customer Service role. Nothing fancy of course. It pays the bills but man… We’re so flat out my co workers and I are utterly exhausted by days end.

On the home front, things have been OK. I’ve been trying to cut back on a few things in order to save money. We’re only one week into that so I’ll keep you updated on how that goes

On the NDIS front, I’ve had my second monthly meeting with my Support Coordinator Sarah. We discussed a lot of things and I’m so glad things are finally getting somewhere

On the diabetic front – my levels sit at 5.9. I’m still taking Jardiamet and probably will be for a while yet. My next appointment with my diabetic educator is not until November . That’s a good thing at least.

The only other medical thing I’m waiting on is an appointment with the Royal Melbourne Hospital so they can ( hopefully) ascertain what’s happening with the right hand side of my face and why it’s sore and swollen all the time. I do hope they find something as I’ve been dealing with this discomfort for around 10 years now and I’m hoping to have a solution soon.

That’s all for now. Until next week!

Ceej
My Perspective – Alone Vs Feeling Lonely

July 15, 2026

Today is Wednesday 15th July and I am sitting here waiting for the Power to go off.

This will be AusNet second attempt at maintenance work on the power grid. The first time, it was a Tuesday and I had arranged to go to my Fathers for the day. Thing was, due to the wet weather, the work was cancelled and rescheduled for a later date. That date being today. At time of writing, I still have the lights on .. so we’ll see.

Now to the blog.

Over the last few weeks I have been thinking about loneliness and feeling lonely and I wanted to write about it from my perspective.

For almost 7 years now I have been largely on my own. And if I’m being honest, its not been great.

I am a very social person. I enjoy being in the thick of things, surrounded by people, even if I’m doing something as basic as going to work riding public transport.

When it came to friends, I found as long as I could go to wherever they were, I was going to have a good time.

Then the pandemic hit and shortly thereafter my mobility began to suffer and, well, if you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know the rest.

i am not alone. I am not alone because I have my husband, my family, my support workers who work with me every day, my workmates ( via a computer screen but still) and my friends. (mostly by phone or online) I am not alone because I still get to interact with people when I attend my appointments or go somewhere on a Community Access outing.

I am lonely because despite all of that, I still spend a large amount of that time on my own. With nothing but two kittens for company (and who, if I’m being perfectly honest, spend most of the day asleep in their respective corners of the house and make for very poor conversational companions) more often that not, it is simply me, myself and I …and that makes me very sad.

*** Update***

At exactly 9:47am – the power went out . I am now running on a backup dongle ( purchased as a result of the last major outage and kept as a spare just in case) and a punch of bottle lights that have been in a cupboard collecting dust for quite a while. Thankfully, there is a torch somewhere so I can use that if need be.

Anyway, where was I?

I am lonely. A lot of the time I talk to myself out loud. I know they say that talking to oneself is the first sign of madness but, the truth is, I do it just to hear a voice. I have no doubt my neighbours have heard me – a near 50 year old woman having rather animated conversations with herself on a regular basis – but my house is so quiet that if I didn’t, I’d go mad.

I home from home. I work from home. I’m home about 95% of the time. While my mobility has improved thanks to my surgery a year and a half ago, I am still not quite able to leave my house unaided so, I can’t go anywhere or do anything without a helping hand.

When I was a kid, I imagined I’d have one of those lives where you’d keep the same group of friends your entire life. You’d still keep in touch, visit each other, have coffee dates, lunch and dinner dates maybe even go away together on holiday. Of course, that would alter slightly due to work, marriage, kids etc but you’d always find time for each other. Everyone would live within 30 minutes of each other and thats why it’d be so easy to stay in touch. Turns out, life doesn’t work out that way. Life isn’t a sitcom where the same characters stay around season after season. Sometimes life means you spend a larger part of your life by yourself- even if you’re surrounded by everyone you’ve ever cared about.

Thanks for reading

Ceej

PS: AusNet now believes the planned outage for today has been cancelled however, there is an “unplanned outage” affecting the area. *Sigh* I wish they’d make up their minds

PSS: This is not the new posting date- i am simply writing this blog for something to do while the power is out