It is not as if my life is interesting enough to write about in the first place. How I wish it was more interesting, a whirl of glitz and glamour. I do worry that this blog is not Sex In The City but more Ed Reardon's Week or Diary Of A Nobody.
Perhaps I should use this blog to encourage me to do interesting things. I am someone who could quite easily drift through my life, until one day I'm old and my carer is asking "do you want to be Lucy today?" And I'm thinking where did it all go?
I am not moaning to you about it, after all it is something I can control. But there is something scary about upping sticks and moving away from the familiar which is stopping me.