Finding my writing mojo in Love, life and laundry.

Dear Diary,

I find myself sat back up on the Hoe having come here with the express purpose of writing. Whilst the view could be considered inspirational (might try and add a photo when I am on a more sensible device) it really isn't an ideal set up. Am on my tablet, crampingmy fingers on the teeny tiny wireless keyboard I have. The sun is shining but the wind is, well, refreshing! Am bundled up in a squillion layers and scarves and rather resemble the Michelin Man.

If this becomes routine then I shall be a regular here. The coffee is good and the staff helpful. Would mean that my winter ramblings were sporadic and weather dependent!

I need to find the mental space to be able to write at home.

Back to work tomorrow. Can't wait. 6 weeks off and my brain has turned to mush. Am slightly dreading the amount of e-mails that will await me. Ho hum, no one is going to expect much on first day so can wade through them. Things are changing apace at the office. In the time I have been off my line manager has changed twice and my job role once. Can't say I am sad at the change, new role will make me feel slightly more useful.

It is strange the places one faces discrimination. Sometimes where and from whom one expects and at other times a complete surprise. I have once been told that I would be unable to coach some people because I am in a wheelchair, this from a nice, if slightly dim, lady. And how is one meant to respond when told that, "this government is awful and people like you shouldn't have to work."

Aside from the obvious things like I am perfectly capable of working, most of the time. I also quite like working. It gives me a purpose, routine, gets me out of the house etc.etc.

For the record whilst my body might be a bit flakey I am not deaf, nor do I have learning difficulties and I am entirely able to answer the question as to whether I have sugar in my tea - grrrrr.

Just been struck by how restful and lovely it is sat here. Water lapping the shore, boats clanging as they pass, snippets of others' conversations and the beautiful sunshine. Only 23 sleeps until the days start to get longer again - hurrah!

Am pondering whether marriage is important. I always thought it was important to me. Made it clear to the hunk when we started dating that my 'dream' was to settle down, get married, maybe have babies and generally be a traditional family, or at least as traditional as I could get.

Urg. This thought will have to be paused. Grey clouds have swooped in and it is starting to rain.

Fi