My dog ate it and then there was a storm...

It's been a while since I last wrote a blog.  Those who have followed this from the start will understand that this is not something that I am happy about.  I can't help but feel that insistent nudge at the back of my mind that says I should be writing, and that the blog is as good a place as any to start that, and as time drags on and days become weeks and life shoves obstacles (enjoyable and not so enjoyable) between me and the keyboard, that feeling just gets worse.

Mostly, I have just been busy.  I have been catching up rather hard on what I refer to generally as 'the day job' - i.e. the part that pays most of my bills but isn't as fun.  It's not bad - mechanical and slightly maddening at times, but it's something I did for six years straight in a previous life so it's easy enough to return to and it keeps me occupied (and funded). 

I have also been busy having a social life - November has that tendency these last few years, with an annual pilgrimmage to Nottingham to see friends who have become part of my extended family and then a local show which I attend here in Reading the following weekend.  There was also a trip to the Royal Television Society to see Steven Moffat and various others talk about the latest season of Doctor Who, a trip to London to see a musical (Made in Dagenham), some cinema trips, some driving to various and sundry places and generally a whole lot of going places inbetween attempting occasionally to chain myself to a desk and get some work done.

I've always said that it is better to be busy than bored, and I stand by that.  But being busy for me can be an issue because I am not the most organised person in the world.  I am married to the most organised person in the world though, and tat helps a fair bit because without her I would never get anything done at all ever.  I actually had the pleasure of taking her with me to Nottingham this year for the first time, and introducing her in person to a whole bunch of people who had heard about her plenty but never met her.  Predictably, they all loved her (probably more than they like me) and rather less predictably she turned out to be a hell of a Cards Against Humanity player, which surprised everyone, but nobody more than me.

Nonetheless, busy usually equals a disorganised Greg, as I flail from one project to another. Because of my infamously intense but extremely short bursts of attention span, this means I will often have half a dozen things on the go and this makes for messiness when I inevitably forget one or more of them.  The one thing that I have managed to maintain over recent weeks is the eating more healthily thing.  Now, I mentioned this in the last blog and here I am a month later still getting it done.  I won't pretend that I am cooking cordon bleu every night, but I haven't eaten anything out of a microwave or a packet in a month.  There has been much more fruit and vegetable content, much more 'cooking from scratch' and much less bad stuff.  In fact, I had my first 'bad stuff' at the weekend having had a gastroscopy (worst experience of my life so far) and I decided I was entitled to a treat.

I'm quite proud of this eating better thing.  It's made me feel better within myself, both because of the actual health benefit and because I feel a sense of achievement.  It also gives me hope about other stuff.  I never thought that I would be able to break the habit of my lousy eating and actually bother myself to eat right, and yet here I am doing it.  It bodes well for the other stuff that I have never thought myself capable of - being organised, having a tidy living space, getting exercise etc.

And maybe even keeping a regular blog. We can but hope.  In the meantime, I'll just have to put up with this sore spot in the back of my mind where Terry keeps kicking me.