It’s weird, the Easter holidays were epic and have left me happy, feeling loved but completely exhausted. Ha, I have prescribed myself a week of early nights. But, the other weird post-holiday feeling is that I am on the brink. One the brink of what I cannot say. Sorry. No big reveal.

The truth is it could be a number of things. Writing jobs that have made positive noises, editing courses that have helped me look at my manuscript again, or the new college place on the plumbing course.

It feels a bit like the lull before the storm. I’m trying to use my time wisely, many jobs have finally been finished (or even just started), the house is clean (mostly-probably should do the skirting boards) and I am exercising every day (nearly-still stuck on 4 pull-ups). The last time I remember feeling this twitchy was the night before I started writing up my PhD thesis.

I don’t know what is going to happen. But I have a deep down, good feeling.

Watch this space…