I’ve reach a spot and I got to stop but it’s not bothering me…  I’m not feeling my best at the moment and I believe, for me, it is ‘that time of the year’.

I’m not on my way to hospital, I just feel like I’ve run out of energy and drive.  So rather write a whole bunch of crap and put out into the world, I’m going to rest up and come back in the New Year.  Yesterday I hit the pit at 4am and stayed there until 4pm!  Am I worrying about anything?  No, everything’s fine in my life, although I am still single, and after six years I think I’m allowed to moan about that from time to time.  I’ve tried the dating site malarkey and had some great chats, but that’s all. 

Oh, and there was that lovely lady who said quote, “Ooh no, I couldn’t date anyone with a mental illness,” despite informing her I’ve been well for last 10 years!  Yeah, cheers for that love, I hope your fun-bags turn square and start festering at the corners on Christmas Eve.  Honestly, the last place I thought I’d be stigmatised is in my own front room!  Still, that’s life I guess.  Maybe I’ll find a like-minded partner in the New Year…

So what are you lot doing for the Yule Tide bash?  I hope you all have a blinder and get what you want from the bloke that shoots down your chimney.

Now there’s one thing I’ve just thought about and it happens every time we get a cold snap here or a light scattering of ‘God’s dandruff’.  Oh yes, one flake and the whole country stops running.  Has your council got enough grit?  You wait; it’ll be the top story on the BBC for weeks.

What else before I hibernate?  Oh yes, check your ‘Thankful list’.  You may believe you’ve had a bad day, week, month or year but as you know, there are people far worse off than us. 

When it’s minus 5, thank your lucky stars you don’t have sleep in a shop doorway in Oxford Street.  And let’s not forget a very basic right.  All we have to do is wander 5 yards into the kitchen to get a drink of fresh clean water.  Some poor buggers have to walk miles for a bucket of brown liquid which might just kill them.      

And, if you have food in your fridge, a bit of cash in your pocket and clothes on your back, whether they’re fashionable or not, you are a millionaire in some countries.  So, to the New Year: same crap – different day?  I sincerely hope not.  So if you need cheering up over the festive period, you could do worse than dob in a multi national company for tax dodging or invite your friends over for an ‘Immac a Moose’ night.  Catch ya laters guys x

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