Snow in March.

Its snowing. Today is the 29th of March and we have a snow storm raging outside the window. A storm is the only appropriate word for whats going on. It's been windy and wild all day, and since nightfall it has started to snow. The snow is swirling around in waves and the cars across the road are now white all down one side. It's a bit chaotic. And yet very captivating to watch.

Anyway...enough of the weather. Not a lot has changed in the last month. David O'Doherty was hilarious. Really enjoyed that night out. Work is the same, home is the same. Still not sleeping very well. Especially not the last few nights. But hopefully I'll be so tired when I get to bed tonight that I'll fall straight to sleep.

Booked tickets last night to go see Dara O'Briain live in July. Four tickets, two of us going. The other two are for whoever is free the week leading up to it.

Going to a wedding in a few weeks in England. Looking forward to it, though it's going to be a little bit peculiar. For one thing, its the first wedding I've been invited to that wasn't a relative. For another, I will only know the groom and the bestman. I haven't yet met the bride. I've spoken with her, but not met her. And lastly, though it sounds a bit cruel, I didn't think that of the three of us - groom, bestman and myself - that he would be the first to get married. He's a wonderful guy, and I am over the moon for him, but I just didn't expect it. Though having said that, I don't know who I thought would be.

Getting to that age where friends are getting married and having babies. Its a bit weird. I barely know what I want to do in six months time, let alone for the rest of my life.

Dreams

I've been having some strange dreams lately, and some nights of interrupted sleep. Falling asleep is difficult. I'm not used to being in this bed, this place, without knowing I'm going back. And it's strange, I've gone from a double to a single, but yet the single feels empty. I've gotten too used to having someone's arms around me when I fall asleep that its made falling asleep without him kinda difficult. I thought I was getting there too, but last night proved I'm not. It took me the best part of an hour and a half to fall asleep, and then I woke about three times throughout the night. Inbetween times having some peculiar dreams. The most peculiar, and the one that has stuck in my mind more vividly than any of the others, is one where I was getting married. I know its because I was talking to someone about weddings and venues and all that goes with it last night, but still. It was so vivid. I could even see the face of my groom, which was a little weird. I was stood behind his chair, hand on his shoulder, singing a song for him. Which was possibly Mary Wells 'My Guy' but I'm not entirely sure. It was all a bit odd. Stranger still was that the guy who's arms I miss, and the groom in my dream - not the same guy. If the guy with the arms is Batman, the guy in the chair was the Riddler. Actually, I like those names, I might stick to those. They suit the men they are attributed to.