I decided to stop running a website earlier in the year (2024) as I was finding it difficult to write. There seemed to be so much that I wanted to say but prevented from doing so because of family circumstances.

This new website was about photographs, a weekly journal for no other reason than I love taking photos. What I failed to remember was that I am hopeless at meeting targets since I’ve moved out of the workplace and so it was pointless declaring that this site would be a photo a week.

I have Executive Dysfunction which doesn’t improve as I get older and it’s time to accept that. When I was younger I abandoned the 365 photos project 42 days in, I never did 90 meetings in 90 days (which is recommended to newcomers in AA to keep them occupied and away from booze) and I never manage to get to a coffee shop and read the afternoon away even though I promise myself to do that at least once a week.

So I’ve decided to write, take photos and be my opinionated and sometime loud self and, since this is my space and I pay for it, I can do it as often or as little as I want.

So what does Emmerdale have to do with it? I’ve started watching the ITV soaps early in the morning because that frees evenings up to read. Today I sat and cried as I watched it, no spoilers, because it reminded me of a relationship I was in for 13 years. It wasn’t as extreme as the storyline in the Soap but that’s beside the point. Any relationship that destroys someone from the inside out is fucking awful.