Deathly silence

How is your sleep pattern? Mine is terrible. I routinely awaken at 3am and can’t get back off to sleep. Mostly my eyes pop open and I am gripped by panic. My themes that occupy my head are money (lack of), keeping my daughter happy and helping her cope with her severe dyslexia, my job (and lack of sales) and my relationship (currently lack of). You see there’s a ‘lacking’ pattern? So I remortgaged to pay for various work around the house and now there isn’t enough money to go around :-/. I live in an affluent area, the kind of area tradespeople are happy to visit because if means they can bump up the price and you are bound to pay it. Very stressful.

My partner was significantly younger than me….see how I’m preparing you there? Ok so 16 years my junior. It sounds weird (ok so I appreciate it is weird) but the thing is we clicked and so it just happened that I was one minute texting and the next both feet first. At first i fought it. Worried about what others would say and I have a sibling the same age so it grossed me out for a while. Now I just think about the nitty gritty stuff between us and age doesn’t come into it. I have more energy and more guts so apparently age isn’t as important as I first thought.

One door opens

Exceptional beginnings

I am sure you agree that there is something exceptional about beginnings, launches and opening doors.  The anticipation of starting this blog has been paralysing.  What you haven’t started can’t fail and has infinite possibilities.  Once it manifests itself –  it is what it is and there’s only reality.  People might hate it, people might find it boring, nauseating , confused even….let’s face it they might not even find it at all.

I got hold of this first edition ‘classic Italian Cookbook’ printed on the year of my birth 1973 and it was a nightmare to get hold of, I eventually found a good condition copy in Venture, USA. The irony won’t be lost on you as this too is a new venture and an adventure we can both embark on together.  This will be tricky as I don’t know you but I guess we will come to know each other.  I chose this book because it will bring my love of Italy and my love of food together and I can share it with you.  We can get fat together and we can travel together.  My job takes me around Europe and in my free time I’m usually camping in my ancient T25 camper or en route somewhere.

I am also starting a new phase as a single person.  I have split from my longstanding uninspired, unexcited and ungrateful partner and will start to tread a well beaten path (for me at least), the path of healing and detachment and finally breathing myself back to life.  You will be my defibrillator and we can get through this as a team. Not just any team but  a top team, say the Man United of 1998 under Ferguson’s watchful direction or the A Team led by Hannibal and Mr T (Google these guys if you are too young, they rock).

To counteract the inevitable fat inducing cooking I will need to start some sort of fitness regime and I am going for Yoga.  Don’t laugh, this is a little unorthodox I know but I am going to embrace it and as you are now drawn in, so will you have to.  You tube has a free 90 day programme as that is how long apparently it takes to form a habit, like belching after dinner or eating a chocolate egg yolk first.