Life has returned to normal, although accompanied by a heavy case of “the holiday blues”. I mean, you know when you return from a week away and you get that low feeling of wanting to get back to where you’d had so much fun? Well, I had that but I’d been away for 6 months so it really sucked.

But I got to see my family again, and my youngest is staying with me now. I’ve been offered work, but not because I’m great, but because there’s always a shortage of drivers everywhere. But ok, maybe it is because I’m a little great as well. The job I want is on the horizon. I can keep myself going with bits and pieces until then.

I’ve had a lot of calls and texts in the last week, wishing me well, some hoping I return to my old job soon. But I’ve also had the same calls from those I was “in the trenches” with; those who smiled and shook my hand as they looked me in the eye and knew I knew they were betraying me everytime they were out of my sight. It’s hard to know who to trust anymore.

I’m back in the gym, eating badly to try and put on weight, but it’s hard when you can’t sleep. I struggle to get out of bed in the mornings.