gatheringdarkness

Every year I do the family thing. And, invariably, I get patronised, criticised, ignored, and generally made to feel as though I am an annoyance and an irritation.

So 2010 is going to be about purely about me. I want to go somewhere hot, miles away from all family members, and just totally relax and enjoy myself for a change.

As they will use presents as a stick to beat me with, I’ll suggest they make a donation to the Blue Cross instead of giving me a present…

I used to live in a shared house with 8 people. There was no living room, only one bathroom and only one kitchen. The place was a living hell.

So when I moved to this flat, I thought I was in Heaven. A living room, bathroom and kitchen and I only had to share with one person, my friend and flatmate, Bruce.

It is reasonably priced, all the bills are included apart from the phone and the council tax, and life is tickety boo.

Except that I have now been here six years, and I can’t help feeling it’s time to move on.

So this year, I’m going to bite the bullet and move.

As a pedestrian I have been hit by three cars. The last one put me in hospital for two weeks, plaster for three months and physio for six months. I have been cut, bruised and broken by incompentant drivers.

The concept of EVER causing such injuries to anyone else was so terrifying, that I never evn had the confidence to sit in a driving seat.

But I can’t live in the past anymore. Companies EXPECT people to have a Driving Licence. It’s an unofficial qualification for a job.

So, this year, I am going to get a driving licence.