Something to do...

I've decided to come back to Norwich, because my life has skidded to a halt.
I wanted to do an MA course - in fact I applied to do it at the UEA before my mum had her 'orrible accident and before my Gma was ill, and broken, and ill. I decided to go to France and now I feel a little surplus to requirements and more often than not bored out of my head. I should write, but I don't feel very stimulated, quite the opposite. I've reapplied to do the Social Work course via a government funded programme which will pay me to do, so I won't have a huge financial burden. People say it's a thankless job, but I see it as a step closer in achieving my own goals - I will be DR.LENNY by the time I'm 35! hahaha! The thought of it, both scary and exciting, is what's driving me at the minute.

I'm worried that I might be being selfish and a total Charlie Uniform. I think my mum might go spare trying to cope with my insane Gma. I'm going mad too, so I need to leave. Is it bad that I will miss my dog more than anything?

I have considered taking him with me, but I know he would be more unhappy living in a town than he would here. Besides, he is a spoilt, needy ginger boy and wouldn't like being left along all day. Am I justifying myself yet? Why am I?

I'll put some loud music to drown out my conscience...