BLIMEY!

it has been AGES since I wrote. Does that mean my life is boring? well, it could, but actually I've been quite busy, I went to London for a bit, and gave in to the lure of Toni and Guy, getting my harcut buy a Japanese stylist was about as close at I could get to my previous oriental haircut. I was not dissapointed.

A week in Cyprus was another of my adventures, where Mr V and I were able to lounge around in the gorgeous sunshine, as well as do some diving and eat loads of yummy mediterrean food. We went back the same hotel as we went to in May. I am never quite sure about doing that kind of thing, after all, there are so many different place to go in the world, why go back to the same one twice? In fact it was better this time than last time, so I guess that somewhat dispells my theory that going back again could be a bit mundane. I would probably go back there again as well, so I am truly converted, or perhaps just getting older and turning into a creature of habit (heaven forbid).

Now, with my tan fading fast, it is time to address the fact that we REALLY ARE MOVING BACK TO ENGLAND. Secretly, I am quite excited at the idea, and can think of several reasons why, although I have to play it down, as Mr V is really not happy about going back at all. The big reason for me is that I can get some proper work there. Since April I have lived in a kind of limbo, not getting a job, but wanting one, and trying to make a start on this small business of mine ( which has, to say the least, been sporadic and slow) Now I feel like I have some purpose and oppourtunity ahead. It's a kind of relief. I'm also looking forward to seeing all my old friends at home, most of whom are either pregnant or with babies and small children, so stuck here I'm missing all the fun. I am not looking forward to the extremely high cost of living and the nightmare public transport network though, and I feel perhaps it will not be long before we attempt a bid for freedom abroad again. It is strange how I get frustrated with not being settled, and yet, when the oppourtunity presents it's self, I get bored and want to move on. My mother always said I could never be amused as a child for more than about 20 minutes, before I got fed up and wanted to do something else.