New Years eve, evening

Good evening,

Well 45 minutes to go to the New Year, and I am tired but I may as well stay up.

This afternoon I was scooting about on the blue bike, running errands.

Then I came home.

I have spent the evening very peacefully writing.

The manuscript first draft is halfway there, now you just have to work out which manuscript that is.

I have watched back to the future repeatedly, and the sequels, I must know it by heart now, but do I understand it? :)

What else has been on? Nanny McPhee, various comedy stuff, Abba, etc, just been watching while writing, in a very silent house, I think someone came home about 10 minutes ago, while the others are out, but the peace and quiet is awesome.

Mum phoned earlier and we caught up news and wished each other a Happy New Year.

The year ahead will focus on writing, working towards work, working out how to afford the specialist therapy (oy, Diocese, your responsibility, write me a fat cheque), even equine therapy will be hard to afford and it is reasonably priced, and generally it will be a year of writing and development in any way possible, unless the Church of England destroy me, which they will if they can.

38 minutes to go and I am tired, I was up early.

Rain is coming in after the cold weather, and temperatures are going up.

I am completely used to the unheated house now and it is better for my lungs than central heating.