Having finally got over myself and the year of the big sulk, life is feeling OK. (I do wish people wouldn’t empty bottles and cans into their recycling bins after 9pm). There are some days that I feel positively child-like and bouncy, to the point of being annoying. Contrasting this unfortunately, is the fatigue and weird dizziness that I get, but I’ll happily take minor physical malaise over month after month of despair.

Nothing major has changed in my life to bring about any feeling of positivity, I still have no great plans to make, or events to look forward to. The future still presents nothing but the continuous cycle of work, weekend, work, weekend, work, annual leave, overlaid by the changing seasons, ad infinitum, but these days, that’s fine and it’s not a prospect that I find particularly distressing.

Raise your glasses to the healing power of prescription medicines and time.

(And now there are mating cats having a ding dong out there).

This new perspective on things has reminded me how nice it is to share your life with somebody special, and while it’s not something I’m going to force, I’m no longer dismissing the notion. A recent encounter with a woman who contacted me through that lesbian dating site is providing a pleasant distraction to my otherwise blissfully mundane life. At the moment our e-mail exchanges are fun and playful, almost akin to a Morris dance – we skip around cagily with bells on our ankles and then WHAM one of us smacks the other with a bladder on a stick and throws in a mildly flirtatious remark or a serious question about past relationships. And then back to the skipping. If nothing else, it’s really rather nice to find an e-mail from a friendly stranger arriving in your inbox a few times a day.

I wish Rocky could read and write, I’d love to get e-mails and text messages from him while we’re apart.

8.05am “Mummy, I’m bored, when are you coming home?”
8.09am “Mummy, I’m really bored now. When are you coming home?”
8.16am “Mummy?”
8.17am “I’ve taken your slippers out of the kitchen in case something bad happens to them while you’re out. Oh look, a tissue. TASTY!”
8.19am “I’m just having a snooze on the bed in case you’re wondering where I am when you come back.”
9.32am “MUMMY! It’s that nasty Scottish man on the radio. PLEEEEEASE come home and make it stop.”
10.24am “Mummmeeeeeeeeeeeee? Muuuuuuuuummmeeeeeeeeee?”
12.06pm “There are people shouting at the radio, I’m really scared.”
1.42pm “That blackbird keeps looking at me from Martin’s roof.”
1.59pm “Hmph”
3.48pm “Mummy, surely you’re coming back now? I’m so bored. SO BORED!”
5.15pm “I know you’ll be back REALLY soon. If I wag my tail really fast, it’ll make it happen sooner.”

Actually, I already know how fed up he gets when he’s alone, I’d rather not have documentary evidence of the torture.

Poor Rocky.