"Hey! I thought you were in London?"

As many of you know, the answer to that question is "No, no I am not in London." And those people will also know that I'm currently back in the delightful haven that is Cesspool... I mean Blackpool (Only joking... I love it really! Warts, STI's and all). What a lot of you won't know is why... why I'm still here, what I'm doing with myself, what my plans are.

The easiest answer to all of those questions would probably be "I don't know", and to be honest it is sort of true. I moved back at the end of September after leaving my job at Halo and jetting off to Canada for a little holiday. My plan was to have some much-needed family time for a few weeks, maybe a couple of months, and then begin the job-hunt, hopefully returning to London in no time at all. As anyone who's ever had a 'plan' of any kind will know, they pretty much never go to... well... 'plan'.

Turns out the Old Man needs a bit of work doing. And no, my Dad is not having botox, or peck implants. Shame really, that would have made for a brilliant blog post. No, my poor old padre has been suffering a bit of late due to some problems with his heart, and needs to have an operation. It's mostly a preventative measure, in the way that nothing serious has troubled him yet, but without it he could be in some bother. So, when we received that news I decided to stick around for a bit longer, until after Christmas, so I could be around for the operation and to help him recover afterwards.

Once again, those pesky 'plans' are proving troublesome, and unfortunately he hasn't been admitted yet. Turns out Blackpool's ICU is being used for swine flu patients at the moment so, understandably, they're not taking on any cardio operations.

So.... we wait. And for the fourth month in a row I'm chilling with the family. Which is bloody lovely, if a little frustrating at times, what with all the waiting and not knowing what my own plans are. I've been filling my time, as you know, with a lot of Grey's Anatomy, as well as cracking on with the entire series box set of The West Wing. I have been trying to use my time a little more effectively, doing a lot of reading and trying to do as much writing as I can. It also makes a change to spend so much time with Dad. Turns out he still likes to be commander of the remote control, and still loves to "tidy" anything you leave unattended for longer than thirty seconds, never to be found again. LOVE YOU DAD!

So. My "plan". Honestly? I don't have one. But I never really have... and I've done just fine so far haven't I? I find people are too preoccupied with planning everything to the finest detail, and on occasion I am one of those people. If I'm going on a trip, I like to have everything sorted out in advance. If I'm going to have a big expense at the end of the month, then I'll plan my spending to prepare for it. But right now... well I can't make a plan. I have ideas about what I would like to do once I no longer need to be at home, but right now my plan is my family, my Dad, and making the most of the fact that I can watch six episodes of my favourite show in one day, because maybe I won't get to do that again for a long, long time!

For now, I'm back to my roots, living it not so large in Blackpool. But fingers crossed I'll be back to London soon, and fingers crossed there'll be something exciting for me to do when I get there. And no, I'm not worried.... what good would that do?!