Faff
Gosh, well that was a faff, but I’ve finally moved myself from over there to over here. Anyway, now we’re all settled in here I’m going to go back to the bitching mightily about unimportant things because I find I just can’t do the whole gushing over how good life is (and it is good). Besides, I don’t actually do much these days and what I do do is either intensely boring for others to read about or personal and none of your business 
I do, however, watch an awful lot of bad TV (which The Zozo has succeeded in getting me semi addicted to) and regularly pootle into town so I’m sure I’ll have plenty of ranting material.
So, for those who haven’t been keeping up, don’t follow me on or have only just stumbled on this here’s a little potted history:
Covered in the original blog (now defunct): I’d moved to Colchester, I was miserable, single and overpaid.
Hinted at in the original blog (still defunct): Met The Zozo (now my fiance), got a new job, stopped being so miserable.
Covered in a few blog posts in an abortive attempt to blogging again (soon to be defunct): Rented out my flat in Colchester and bought a little cottage by the sea in North Norfolk where I live with The Zozo, quit work, now living the dream… albeit off my savings, something that needs to be rectified in the next few months.
Not covered in any blogs: Had a fantastic 2 week holiday in Barbados and New York, asked The Zozo to marry, she said yes.
Current situation: Living in our little cottage by the sea, unemployed, messing about day trading and , planning a wedding and desperately in love.
Things that haven’t changed: My spelling still sucks, my grammar is still questionable, my abuse of the English language still abounds.
All caught up? Good, lets move on…