Well, it's the New Year and things are finally getting back to normal. The kidlets are back at school and I am now grumbling at what the vast quantities of food and wine I consumed over Christmas have done to my hips and waistline. Boo.
The family seem to have missed (grasping the nearest wooden object) the awful sickness bug that's been sweeping the country, but time will tell if we have gotten away with it completely. I remember catching it whilst at a Wedding the last time the pesky little virus did the rounds. It was horrible. Truly horrible.

Anyhow, I started the new job this week and so far I have managed to leave the practice on time to get home and drive the school mini-bus. Let's hope that continues as I keep having a recurring nightmare about leaving sixteen school children, my own included, stranded at our local school.
On the good side, I had forgotten how much I enjoyed Veterinary Nursing and the team at the practice are great. It's a lot more relaxed than I ever remember it. It also seems that my skills were simply rusty and not forgotten. Yay! Lots of things have changed since I left but with everyone being so supportive and some serious CPD, I shall be able to re-enter the Veterinary Nurses' list without feeling a fraud.

On the writing front, I have started a new WIP, but there is still no news from M&B about the partial I sent them in July. My sixth month of waiting is looming large and although I try and tell myself that a long wait could mean good things-I am also beginning to worry it's gotten lost. It can be so hard to think positively, so what do you do to keep the crows of doubt at bay?