1 year has passed, and with it my life seems to have been catapulted into an entirely new dimension. One that is worlds away from where I was last year.

I married my best friend and he landed himself a new job, and they were the only two positive things to have happened in 2008. The rest, I concluded this time last year, was all negative, traumatic and sad, and would be filed away in the back of my mind in a box marked, ‘bollocks’ - which I would only ever open again when I felt the unusual urge to make myself suicidal or something.

2009 had to be better. It couldn’t get much worse. And though the year before had virtually erased every ounce of faith from my heart and soul I found myself beginning this, the 25th year of my life, with a weeny flicker of hope. Hope that began to glow and glow until eventually it illuminated my entire world and soaked me in a warm light of happiness.

I’ve loved almost every single second of 2009. It’s been the most positive year of my life so far and truth be told, I don’t really want it to end.

So much has altered. So many minor things and so many major things.

Of course the safe arrival of my son, Leonardo, has been a major highlight. The taste of which has been all that sweeter after sampling the bitterness of losing his brother Harry last year.

Harrisons journey from bump to butterfly was never in vain, it taught us all to love and appreciate one another so much more and it reminded us that life, for us, is all about family, friends and looking out for one another.

When we moved house at the end of 2008 we didn’t know a single soul. We’d moved to start afresh, to be a little closer to Jay’s new job and settle somewhere where the pain and memories of sadness weren’t around us every waking moment. We moved again this year, after having a small house fire a few months ago, but we’re still in the same village and our neighbours and the local community have become our friends.

We’ve met some truly wonderful people. I’m so grateful for that.

Having my book published last month is another highlight of course. It’s a dream come true. I can’t help but feel extreme satisfaction at the thought that I was able to take so many negative and traumatic experiences and turn them into something so positive. And my copy of my book now takes pride of place here on my desk in my office. Every time I catch glimpse of it I’m awash with the same kind of pride I feel when I watch my children playing.

2009 hasn’t all been rosy though, we’ve lost a number of loved ones this year. Jay has had to say a tragic farewell to both his Nanny and his Auntie, and between us we also lost an extremely valuable member of our family, our beloved dog, Mr. T.

So there are certainly more stars in the sky now and it pains us not to have them here with us, alas it is a comfort to know that there are others up there helping to take care of my baby boy in heaven.

Mr. C and I have plans to bid farewell to 2009 in style, we’re getting glammed up, consuming the last of the Crimbo booze and are off to flirt with Lady Luck at a Casino in town. How lovely it would be to begin the New Year with a little extra dosh in our sky rockets :-) I plan to let my hair down, (actually strictly speaking that’s not true, I plan on having my hair up tonight, but you know what I mean,) and will be putting my tiny fears aside for the night.

You see for a gal that doesn’t ‘do’ change, it’s gonna be a tough feat for me to let go of the past of which I tend to cling. I’m apprehensive. I know it’s only a day’s difference in the grand scheme of things and that tomorrow probably won’t feel any different to today, (though perhaps tomorrow will bring with it a hangover, as January 1st normally does,) but I’m frightened that with 2009 drawing to an end our new found happiness mightn’t last. I think I’m suffering from ‘Too good to be true’ syndrome.

Just how much happiness is a person allowed?

Ah well, Jay promises it’s only going to get better next year. And I have to believe him. He’s never let me down before.

So here’s hoping, darling friends, family and followers, that 2010 is a joyful, fun and fortune-filled year for us all!

Happy New Year all.

Here’s to the future :-)

Steph x x x

 
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Of course the trouble with not going to school very often and using science lessons as fag breaks is that the opportunity to obtain a career within the medical profession is pretty limited for a girl like me.




In fact the reality of the situation is that I am currently facing two obtainable options. I could either look at becoming a surgeon, specialising in 'Operation,' (you know, the game where you use tweezers to take out body parts and if you put the wrong bits in the wrong places you get buzzed.) Or indeed i could consider option two, which is becoming a slutty nurse with a little assistance from the dressing-up section of Ann Summers. So you see, very limited options indeed.




Fortunately, however, i am pleased to announce that I have no huge desires to embark on a new career in the medical profession anyway, though I do have a talent for diagnosing my own medical problems.




And it is with this talent, coupled with a little internet research, that i have concluded to diagnose my current state of health. And it doesn't look good guys. Because I've decided to diagnose myself with the dreaded Swine Flu.




(Either that or I have a cold.)




As much as I'd love to have your sympathy right now, (I am a firm believer in the curing wonders of a touch of sympathy and a new pair of shoes – so please feel free to send shoes also,) – I probably don't deserve it. Because, Swine Flu or Common Cold, either way, I've probably bought it all on myself.




I've partied far too much in the last week or so. I practically drank both Jay and Corny under the table the other night (when we had an impromptu evening of fun, frolics and karaoke) and I've lived off a diet of Budweiser and chips for a few days too long, (such a classy bird am i!) - not exactly running around screaming, 'get me, get me' to any form of virus going, but not really giving my immune system the best possible chances either.




The very fact that I am even considering my immune system when i go out and let my hair down these days, probably indicates that I am too old for all this malarkey. Too old to be imitating Amy Winehouse's lifestyle, (though probably just old enough to wisely spend her money,) and too old to be assuming that my bod will bounce back to normality the morning after.




Well I have learnt my lesson and am suffering the affects now. Especially now that I *have Swine Flu.




Today I have on the sexy and alluring scent of Eau De Vicks, and I am popping Cold and Flu tablets like there's no tomorrow, (of course there might not be if I get much worse) – my nose is running (but it's okay cos I've bought some more toilet roll since my last blog) and I am generally feeling rough.




An early night, a little TLC and a cuddle from my two gorgeous men should be just the medicine I need. Your lovely messages won't go a miss either ;-)




P.S – I don't know if it's possible to diagnose oneself as a hypochondriac, but if it is, i think i am. (she says shamefully ...)

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