Here's where the story continues. After my 20s came to a rather traumatic conclusion it felt right more than ever to draw a line under the Twentysomething blog. Thanks to everybody who visited, commented and generally joined in the fun as well as keeping me going through the dark times over the last four years (was it really that long?). And welcome to Zuzula's new pad!
I'm back at work now - I realised after mum tried to buy the weekend papers on Wednesday morning last week that it was time to get a grip on reality again. And so far, so good. It's helping me to have a routine again. Although Day One was totally exhausting. By 4pm I was on my knees, for all the wrong reasons. Thankfully I'm off again next week - Monte Cristo and I had been planning a mini break in Cornwall and now I want to go more than ever. We're staying in a four poster bedroom in a gorgeous olde worlde inn in a tiny fishing village. Bliss - and a sure sign that I really am getting old. Time was when a good holiday meant a package deal to Tenerife where lethal looking cocktails cost 50p and are 2 for the price of 1.
I've noticed that in the last week or so I can't do enough of everything that simply reminds me that I'm alive: eating, drinking, running around, sleeping and, yes, having lots of sex. Thank God I have the opportunity right now. Otherwise I'd be climbing the walls I think. Strange isn't it?