One step closer

Happy Sunday!
Okay, I know, the weather is lousy (a trip to the corner shop for coffee and milk has put to bed plans for a nice walk this afternoon) but January is nearly over which means that spring is one step closer - hurray!
Okay, I admit, I have reasons for my new-found optimism.  Firstly, an offer I put in on a lovely little one bed flat in Walthamstow was accepted on Friday, which means that I am about to spunk 90% of my life savings in one go and get myself into horrendous debt for the next 25 years - yippee!  Seriously though, I'm well chuffed.  Don't worry, I am well aware that it could all go belly up before completion but I'm one step closer to fulfilling one of my biggest life goals.

Come see me soon...

And that's not all.  The owner of the City Pride pub, Luigi, has agreed for me to hold a little exhibition in his function room - cool, eh?  Again, I'm not getting too excited until it actually happens, but hopefully from 18th February for two weeks, Tuesday to Friday, you'll be able to pop along and have a gander at my stuff - oh, and Luigi is going to be offering a discount on his authentic Italian food for anyone visiting the show.  I know I for one will be taking advantage of his hospitality... get the dates in your diary.
But before I leave you all too it to go chase my mortgage broker and design my exhibition poster, I leave you with a final thought.  Yesterday I finished Miranda Hart's book, Is It Just Me?  Okay, I admit it Miranda, it took me a while to warm to your style, but it has been a while since reading about yoga and motherhood has made me laugh out loud on the tube.  And, as for the last chapter on Dreams, the lady has it spot on.  You see, Ms Hart always wanted to be a comedy actress, but it wasn't until her mid twenties that she even dared admit it to herself.  And, love her or hate her, you have to admit the girl's done good.  And she never would have if she hadn't taken that deep breath and put herself out there.  Which, come the 18th February, I shall be doing once more, this time with my art.  Wish me luck.  Oh, and if you come along and decide that you hate it, I won't be offended if you forget to tell me...

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