My secret, is that I have not learned the secret of being content. I am not proud of the fact that my happiness, at present seems to be dicated by my surroundings. Although I am happy about decisions that we have made over the last year, I am not bubbling over with glee at not having my own home as yet.

Living with Richard's parents is fine, they are kind, sometimes helpfully and have given us some fab room space, and we are able to save some money, but not been able to have an off day is hard. I feel like I have to be on top of it all, and have a cheerful word to greet each task, The fact that Richard is home so late at the moment (9-11pm each eve), is tiresome, our day seems so long. The end of his busy period is in sight, after the 10th of May things should ease off.

Getting back to the being content, is does concern me that I rely so much of the external to make my happiness feel complete.