What a lovely day, the sun has been shining all day, Mr. S is down the pub watching the footy, the sky outside is a beautiful pastel shade of blue (MCFC blue?:D) with a warm rosy horizon and wisps of clouds floating like delicate lace ribbons across the skyline of the city. Pretty bloody perfect.

It's funny, but I’ve been off drink, drugs and ciggies since 1st January and am experiencing not only a feeling of clarity in my body but my mind is also frighteningly lucid. Like the jolt that one might feel at the top of a precipice, I get vivid memories of the past, stuff that I suppose I've been ignoring for years.  I thought that I'd maybe write some of them down in this blog in the hope that they might disappear somewhere in the labyrinth that is the internet. Now I have to decide whether to start at the beginning or the end. Or start and the end, then go to the beginning and work my way back.

I’m procrastinating, aren’t I? sod it, I feel too happy today to go delving so I'm going to make a nice cup of tea and have a think and put a picture of the sky outside on my page because it is so gorgeous, fiery and passionate, as I am feeling right now xx