This is one of those posts where I don’t know how to really start or what it is what I want to write about.

I’ve had a weird couple of days and it’s confusing the crap out of me. I usually have certain things that I do on certain days but that’s not the way things have gone. I do my best to not be a creature of habit but it transpires that I’m someone who actually likes structure. One of my favourite quotes about this is by Oscar Wilde:

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

I’m cooking my dinner at the moment. It’s a chicken pie with mashed potatoes. My wife is at work so I have to fend for myself. Ahe doesn’t like pies or mashed potatoes so I have a little treat when she works late. I don’t like it when she works late.

It’s weird but I miss her when she’s not around. I saw her a matter of hours ago but I miss her on a daily basis. She holds my world together. She’s part of who I am. We’re like a set.

Got a bit mushy at the end.

This post represents my current mental state. All over the place.

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