I hate winter. I never used to. I think it’s because we have mini Maxx. She’s at nursery now and winter is the time when kids are indoors all day and passing germs between themselves ALL THE TIME. So since before Christmas Mini Maxx, Mrs Maxx and me have been pretty constantly ill between us. Mini Maxx now has foot and mouth disease, which I have to say, I thought was reserved for cows, but apparently not. Although I’m sure she already has mad cow disease, which I’m also sure she inherited from her mother.
Its a weird time again at the minute, as although I’m still employed doing this contract in London, I find myself in a sort of limbo. I can’t yet start to look for my next project, as I don’t know my end date here. I could be here a few more weeks, or another few months. And I want to change my car. I think I’d like a new landrover discovery sport, but I’m not sure I can afford it. If I could start a new project quickly after this one ends, then I probably could, but if I burn through my buffer, I cant. We also want to book a holiday, but if these are my last few weeks, I need to rack the money up. These problems are nothings in the overall scheme of life, but to tell you the truth, that’s about as dramatic as my life gets. Which is actually great I guess if this is all I have to worry about.

