I have felt a bit like a bloke in a cave about my birthday. I avoided the 'phone and Facebook and the postman. I wanted to avoid the birthday and all the well wishers.
And then I realise that it probably wasn't just my birthday I was avoiding, it was just life in general that made me want to avoid the 'phone and the people.
It has been a tricky start to the year for us, and I am feeling more than a little fragile.
Charlie is now really on the mend: he is now finally out of the cast, and it only took him a week to take his first unaided wobbly steps by himself. I cried. Enough said.
It has made me realise that I feel like I have been stuck on hold for a good few months.
So, this week coming up I am determined to make it a bit more about me me me me me.
I need to de-clutter this house of ours and de-clutter this brain of mine.
I need to de-junk the fridge and the pantry.
I need some new weight and fitness goals. I need some new plans.
I need to just push past all the crappolo that has been the past few months and get on with the diminishing.
Will you watch this space for my plans, and share this next stage with me?