I'm not actually working now and am very happy for it. Neither am I planning a return to work at all at the moment. Bugger the mud and the aches and the pains. Yes, I'm still interested in archaeology, but to be honest, I have no idea as to what direction that interest should take me now. And yes, I like all the people I worked with, but somehow it's just not enough. And Jim is so wonderful: I know he worries over the money and the bills and everything, yet all he says is that he'd rather have less money and a happy wife, than loads of money and me all stressed and wrung out.

As to feeling depressed, I'm doing much better. The thing is, I'm not and haven't been depressed in a sense that would make me worry about it. I know exactly the reason for why I feel the way I feel, and as far as I'm concerned, I think it's a very valid reason as well. I don't need therapy, I don't need happy pills, I need some time and to give myself the permission of not always being able to cope with everything, and eventually this will all come to a conclusion of some sort anyway. November, maybe?

As to other things in life, I'm waiting my mom and grandmother (the one who didn't die, naturally) to fly over in three weeks' time. They are both having their birthdays over here and I get to play a host, show the lovely flower gardens of Hometown to my gardening mad grandmother, see my mom again.

And after less than four months of living in our nice and roomy house me and Jim and thinking and talking about moving, once again. Not now, naturally, after the almost £2000 deposit we had to pay for the rent of this house, but afterwards. We want to move away, not only from Hometown and Homeprovince, but from the whole island, and we do have somewhere perfect in mind... It would take a lot of organising and a lot of pieces to come together and quite a bit of luck, too, but that's no reason for not giving it a go...

before & after