Bored now

Dear God I am so tired of being positive. I know many of you were tired of me being negative but this finding a PMA is knackering and dispiriting. It is grey outside, it is cold and foggy. I'm broke (again) and facing the 'family' Christmas so anxiety levels are soaring. There really isn't that much to be positive about or to write about.

So back to my alter ego as Victoria Meldrew. Bah humbug! Hate the weather! Still depressed! Still so many things. Wonder if I am ever going to feel better. Bollocks!

That's better. I feel like I have lanced a festering boil. The PMA thing, I think, only works if  there is real positivity to be found. Pretending only makes things worse, and I always said that in this blog I would be, if nothing else, honest.

Today is the shortest day and the good news is that from tomorrow days will get longer by one minute a day until June so the dark afternoons will slowly fade. I suspect that lack of sunlight doesn't help the depression as indeed does not  being particularly warm. I know that those of you that live in countries where the snow and ice are constant from November to March will say that we here in Britain are wimps for the way we cave at a little ice and snow  but our mentality is geared up to a long wet winter, with wind and floods. That we deal with with humour and the spirit of the Blitz. We are not an ice and snow society although it looks increasingly as if we might have to.

But this ice and snow means that buses don't run - people have had to cancel their Christmas plans, the airports are a living hell. (reason to be cheerful - missed the airport chaos) the trains are slowing to crawl and not running at all on the busy East Coast line and the roads are mass of ice and uncleared snow. Add all this to the enforced jollity of Christmas and you have cause for a national meltdown. It is an amazing tribute to people in this country that their tolerance extends to the mess of the last few days and they succeed somehow in remaining chirpy despite all. The real spirit of Christmas exists in people like my hairdresser who offered to ferry me to my sister's on Christmas Eve and the chatter at the bustop as we wait for half an hour for the bus.

So - if I don't get the urge to write again before Christmas - Happy Holidays to all of you and may your Christmases be merry and bright. Not going to wish for white. And may 2011 be the year that all our dreams come true. xxxx

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