Still alive

Astonishingly I'm still here, despite everything. Things haven't got any better since last I posted (what with the roiling disaster that is Johnson as a corrupt-as-hell PM during a pandemic & climate catastrophe), but I've managed to keep body, soul, family & finances together thus far.

So why am I posting? Well, last night, purely randomly, I happened upon LJ & I got reading the old entries - at the start of the blog - and I was overwhelmed by how strange the conflict between memory and perceptions of memory are. My pervading memory of being in Leeds - prior to moving abroad in 2005 - is one of a gloriously happy time. Yet, when I read my LJ posts, they're clearly a mixed bag of great social life & fraught "other events" - usually work related.

I remember every event I wrote - my fruitless search for a permanent job, the bloody idiocy with Malton job, the house repair, my accountancy qualification being deemed equivalent to a GNVQ by the NHS, the repeated (& in retrospect, clearly unjustifiable) bollockings I got from my managers & the poor references provided & the constant need to jump through hoops to keep my employment etc etc...

I guess what I want to say is that, whilst I think I made the right choice all those years ago, I still miss each & every one of you.