Just when it was safe to go back in the water

There are days when it's all so utterly pointless.

And says when you have the bit between your teeth and god help anyone in your way.

Which was yours?

Today

It's all end of the weekend-ish. Sad, fighting, wishing tomorrow wasn't just another day.

Another day, another mortgage

Ding ding, seconds out, round whatever the hell it is we're up to now.

The question of whether we're doing the right thing seems to have become moot.

We're doing this thing and to hell with the consequences, perhaps?

I'm doing this. The kids are doing this. At least three of us are apparently looking forward to it.

And now the house has seemingly become houses. The first one is now tantalisingly within reach but remains imperfect. The 2nd is moving forwards but, is it 'the one'?

Does it even matter?

The wheels continue to turn and we shall move onwards and see where we end up.