Epic fail

"If you're going to fail, you may as well do so in epic proportions."

I had been doing so well. Sort of.

Actually, that's a lie; I hadn't been doing that well really, seeing as how I'm the type of person who, rather than avoid temptation, will run towards it with a manic look in my eye and hump it, before giving in to it. Mr B had been doing ok though. We stayed at each other's places twice before the inevitable happened. Mostly thanks to him being good, not me. I just don't really understand the concept of denying myself things. Chocolate, alcohol, sex... if I want it, I usually just go and have it if I can. I'm rubbish at looking at the bigger picture, you see.

It had all been getting a bit bogged down Mr B wise again anyway - spending too much time together than was healthy. It started with deciding to write something together and we put aside a couple of Sundays to have a roast dinner and a brainstorm. Then, as you do, the more you see someone the more plans you tend to make for other days. Started seeing plays in the midweek, going out with mutual friends on Saturdays, and before you know it you're putting yourself in a situation where it seems rude NOT to say "Well, you could stay at mine of course." And that way madness lies. Either lying next to each other straight as rulers, very aware of any bit of skin that might be touching or cuddled up because lets face it; we have been spending nights in each others beds for over a year now and most of those nights were spent wound round each other.

But I have a fresh resolution! It's a good 'un too. As of this Saturday I'll have a great excuse for a new start - moving into the new flat with two of my lovely friends, both of whom I've lived with before - Bulgarian girl previously of my current abode, and Tee who I bonded with in the big old house about British comedy (Green Wing especially), illegally downloaded American series and fury at the scabby other housemates. So new place, new me!

I decided I need a project to remove myself from the current repetitive spiral of entanglement and extraction from Mr B so I may well crack on with the writing and not really get him involved unless he actually does something (like putting pen to paper) and also am thinking about joining a gym as the new flat is going to be a million times closer to work so I can walk to work and do some additional work in the gym!

So yes - I have had a bit of a history repeating type FAIL, but I now have a plan in place to stop it from happening again. Which is completely foolproof, obviously.

(This week I'm reading a brill new book - Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke is all about magicians in the 1800s. I recommend!)