Life is good.

One year on and its been a very strange time all in all. From Dale Street to Grove Street to Alexandra Drive, Grove Street has been the worst by far.

More tensions, more arguments, more mood swings, more negativity generally. We should never have moved there, but what choice was there?

Mad Anna’s House or the street, that’s what.

Mad Anna has caused a lot of grief for everyone concerned, and the time has come to just let her get on with it (while still providing the safety net that this family specialises in).

The college thing, for me, has come much too soon and I feel unable to continue at the moment. Next year, maybe.

The poetry still shows no signs of life, but I haven’t tried, so maybe that’s why.

Life is good and I can taste the tea in my empty cup for once.