So, here we are. It's Spring 2015 and life's moved on somewhat since my last post (ha ha, one would hope it had, really). Hmmm. 2013 was an auspicious year, the one where I spent the whole year celebrating my half-century - went to Prague and danced blackfaced Border Morris in swelteringly hot temperatures in a dance festival where we Brits stood out as a ragged, yelling beacon of insanity among various decorous Bavarian teams. Prague was beautiful and I would love to go again, if only it didn't involve going on a plane. I bought an embroidery machine and have had many a happy hour creating Stuff. The bathroom finally got tiled and finished. It may also have been the year that the kitchen was finished including a lovely Green Man tile over the cooker. Or it may not, and 2012/13 have just merged into each other. I seem to remember 2012 was the year I learned Tarot with Maggie in Stafford, where one of the women on the course and I kept on drawing the 8 of Swords. Every time, without fail. I don't draw it now...
And - drum roll - the event I never imagined, the event I had long given up on - Dave moved in, and even more amazingly, stayed. Nuff said.
2014 was the year that we got used to each others' endearing little quirks and cleared some air in the process. Quite a lot of air, really, but that's over and done and we are I think the stronger for it. Furniture also arrived (and a piece left, goodbye Court Cupboard) and we now have a huge bookcase full of Crowley. The irony. Church ministry has become a thing of the past, which is sad in some ways but better in others as I now realised how stuck in a box I was.
2015 has got off to a good start. Trips to Boscastle and Robin Hood's Bay in March, shows booked later in the year, we might even get the tent out at some point! The garden's looking better each year. Life is good.