So here I am in the next year of my life.
To tell you the truth it feels a little bit like the last one only a bit stiffer.
As still feeling hungover from lovely gentle birthday bash in rain I will keep this short. Also will have to get a decent nights sleep as I promised myself I would start running again in the mornings. What kind of an idiotic birthday gift to self is that? Why didn't I promise myself more time to write or less spent on organic food and more on decent wine? Ah well..perhaps that will all happen too.
More soon me dears.
