Where has the year gone?

Once more, nearly three weeks since I last posted, and the usual excuses apply (though I think they are very poor ones when I consider the blogs that I read, usually medical people who work silly shifts, study, and still seem to manage to post every couple of days... But then, they have more interesting lives than I do, as well!)

I'm hoping that my posts will pick up after the beginning of May - the Fforde Ffiesta will be over, and I will have some spare time again. Will try not to spend all my time playing Scrabble on Facebook and actually post properly...

We might be on the move again - the shower and bath are both on the blink, and the landlady didn't pay the electrician's bill from the last time it broke (October -> February - 4 months without a shower...), so I am not hopeful that she will pay out for it to be fixed again. We have the same electrician coming in this week (I've promised to pay up front and claim back from the landlady by deducting from the ), but if it can't be fixed straight away, we are just going to hand in our notice...

On a more positive note, I'm going in for a Tae Kwon Do competition in the middle of May - getting to test my sparring skills properly against someone. I'm not expecting to get very far, but I'm really looking forward to it!

I'm also hoping that I'll be able to get more creative writing in after the beginning of May - I'm trying to write every day on the train to and from work, and I've got a couple of pieces that I'm willing to show to the world :-)

Random Musings

Inspired by travelling down the motorway and the Dr Who programme guides I've been reading...

Time is a one way process. In the same way that we travel down a motorway, we live life in one direction. The speed of the journey depends on the driver - some people enjoy the speed and thrills of living life at 100mph, but they will reach their journey's end faster as well. Others are juggernauts, bulling their way through, intimidating the slower drivers who don't want to conform to the speed that the lorry is going. Slow drivers might seem to potter, but they get there in the end.
But what if, as on a motorway, we could see people coming the other way? Those who have already lived through what we are about to encounter? People who, unknowing of what they are doing, could give us a clue as to what lies ahead. We would have to be skilled at reading the signs - the lit headlamps and slowing windscreen wipers showing the storms ahead. Occasionally, one or two would be aware of us, and try to alert us, flashing their headlights to warn of the police speed checks.
And, once we became aware of the opposite flow, could we find a way to join them? To find the junctions and roundabouts to travel in the opposite direction? To rewind time and our journey to the beginning.