New year, same aches

Some things never change, despite the calendrical niceties. I like my flat, generally, but I know I could have been living, certainly in terms of the 'location, location, location' mantra, somewhere else better for the same price, apart from cowardice. And I've still absolutely no chance of having a boy in my life, even as a friend, never mind anything more. And my girl is jetting to new pastures tomorrow, with her boyfriend, for months - her choice, of course, and I'd never dream of interfering, even if I could. But 2020 sucks, already.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B