Nothing much has been happening lately. Work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep. It's all been a bit Groundhog-like with countless days ever repeating. Already we're at the end of January and that stupid remark "Soon be Christmas" doesn't seem so stupid anymore.
I am steadily building a mental list of things to do. Everything from budgeting properly, so Christmas doesn't come as such a shock, to trying to set up a holiday fund so we actually get away this year. The nearest we got to a holiday last year was a long weekend in Glasgow. Although we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and can't wait to go back, it's not quite sun, sand and sangria. With all the stress I've been under at work the last couple of years, a holiday can't come soon enough for me or my workmates. They need the break as much as I do.
I would love to be in a position to just go out and book something. I envy the people that can. A neighbour was telling me yesterday how he's just booked three holidays for this year! I would have loved to have bragged back that we were also jetting off to some far off shore but I couldn't. I don't begrudge the man his holidays, he has worked extremely hard all his life to be able to afford them, but I couldn't help feeling a little pang of jealousy.
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