the happy little world of miss ktp!

I feel like I've made a bit of peace with this whole situation now, I've stopped being the stroppy "life's not fair" teenager. Ok I'm not seeing my mates, I'm single, I'm not in London, I can't go to my gigs / wrestling / pub... but I do get to hang out with my folks and have family time, which I wouldn't normally get with my busy 24/7-must-do-as-much-as-possible social life. Thankfully I get on so well with them (even though dad and I know how to wind each other up in seconds!) and it's actually quite nice being with them, and it's 10000000000000000000 times better than being on my own and stuck in a room in a flatshare in London. I've managed to make my old bedroom feel more like my space, all that's left to do is paint my walls pink, the ceiling blue, put up all my old Steps posters and hang CDs from the ceiling and we're sorted! The other big thing I've done is set myself a little weekly planner. I've realis

Wednesday sucked, there's nothing else to say about that matter. Mum and I drove down to pack up my life, most to go into storage, some to come back with me. The bigger bits we've had to leave there for the new people, we'd hoped to sell bits or take other bits to the tip but due to the lockdown we can't do either. Even though it took over 8 hours it still felt rushed trying to pack up 4 years of living in that house. It hurt more than anything saying bye to the house and Adam and knowing I won't get to be there on moving day, for Adam and I to support each other through it, or be able to put my own stuff into storage when they come tomorrow. After 1.5 years of everything dragging on, the end of it has just felt horribly rushed and abrupt. As of today I woke up to the news that the government have advised house moves go on hold. We're still pushing and hoping that it'll continue, but they have said that if anyone in the chain shows signs of the virus we h

...you wait almost 2 years for a post, then 2 come along at the same time. Well after BoJo's statement last night of STAY AT HOME.... I stayed at home... and cried. I'm still at my parents but don't have enough clothes (cue a miserable time on ASOS, who knew I'd ever not enjoy online shopping?!), didn't have enough meds to stay up here indefinitely and also wasn't sure if the move was still happening, "just a little bump in the road", not sure how many more little bumps I can take tbh. This morning, after not much sleep, things are a bit clearer. The Drs are sending me a prescription to a local pharmacy, the removal men are still scheduled to come Saturday and the move is still going ahead for 9th April it seems. Now just the hurdle of packing my stuff up. I think tomorrow Dad and I are going to have to drive down and spend the day packing boxes for storage and bags to take back to my folks. The family that I was planning to rent my room from

Well it's been a while hasn't it... wonder if anyone will even read this?! Hellooooooooo out there! I never thought that when I'd dust off this old blog it would be in such different circumstances. Since my last post in 2018 my life has totally flipped upside down. To cut a mega long story short.... - Adam and I have split up, we're still really good mates and there for each other but just not as husband and wife. It was such a heart-breaking decision but it's the right one. - We put our house up for sale about a year and a half ago and thanks to Brexit (anyone remember when that was all anyone spoke about?!) and muppets trying to get mortgages they couldn't afford we had 4 sales fall through... we're currently on our 5th sale which (touch wood) is completing April 9th (virus permitting). - Tommy has gone to live with my folks, it was such a hard decision to know what to do but at least we know he's being well looked after (read totally spoilt),