It's A Slow Burn

Gradually I am adjusting to my new circumstances. Hopefully before long, I will be posting regularly again. In the meantime, here is a picture of the extremely cute Brett Goldstein, who is definately worth a second look.

Things...they are a changing.

For those of you who are regular reader of my blog, I offer my utmost apologies for the dearth of posts in the last couple of months. Things - moving home; work ; Australia all got the better of me and gradually - very gradually, I am beginning to get back on track to face a new year of challenges. Some things have not changed and the lovely Sean is still my long-suffering boyfriend but I really have been through the mill in the last eight weeks and I am hoping that I will be able to make some important changes and additions to this blog.

All I can ask is watch this space.

All Change

It has to be said that 2010 has not exactly been ideal so far. My beloved Sean has lost several friends and a relation and my dear friend Dav lost his mother in the last week. All very sad indeed. And now, to compound all this sadness, out Letting Agency has been terribly underhand and have served notice on our flat.

Those who know me will realise what a homebody I am and I seem to have been nesting for much of my life. My flatmate Julie has decided enough is enough and will be heading to Cornwall so I shall need to find somewhere new to live by 19th March. It's all too scary to even begin to contemplate and I am desperately battling my anxieties in order to have - what should be - the holiday of a lifetime.

My life is about to undergo a massive overhaul.

A New Hope

So after the horrors of snow and the nightmare of closing pools I paid my first visit to The National Sports Centre at Crystal Palace - the nearest pool to where I live that is still open. Well, one where you can swim properly anyway. Well the first thing that gets you is the cycle route there. It's up hill most of the way, but I can probably get there in about 20 mins. The roads have been seriously damaged by the snow however and the pot-holes are scary. The centre itself is very poorly signposted but eventually I found the entrance and it's not difficult to be impressed. Sumptuous cherry-wood changing rooms; long lanes in a spacious pool; cool but not cold water. I did my mile (34 lengths) and whilst it was difficult for me I soon got into my stride. I was a little non-plussed as to where the showers were. I am SO not used to individual shower cubicles I thought they were toilets! Scary cycle home where I had my brakes on most of the time. God knows I am going to be late for work tomorrow. Oh well.

The important thing is that the NSC inspires one to be fit. It's so large and has just undergone a re-furb and I simply felt that I wanted to be fit and go here regularly. Certainly it has been a major jolt to my system, not having been in a regular exercise regime since my accident before Christmas.

October to December

My Christmas Present

Sean Warhol