Close, but...

Barring any major catastophies I'm now led to believe that I should be 'signed off' within the coming month.


Just a few more lines of bullshit on my learning portfolio then a whole host of signatures and that should be it over and done with.


I don't know if I'll ever get the portfolio back into my custody, but I've already realised it'd make a pretty good draft-excluder...


So by 'signed off' I mean - confirmed in rank, and job, as a constable.


Those of you who have followed my story, somewhat muted as it is these days, will note that I haven't had the easiest route to this destination.


Though faults may have been my own, and those of others, my goal is within sight.

Now the question rears its head "What next?"

Thirty-one years later

So yesterday I celebrated my thirty-first birthday. Another year older, another year wiser, they say. However, I cannot say I’ve felt particularly different at all for the last five or six birthdays now. My mind is firmly entrenched in my twenties and refuses to move.

I celebrated it down in Norwich with girlfriend & her lad; a nice yummy meal out at Wagamma’s, some thoughtful and quite original presents, a few cards. All -in-all how I like to celebrate birthdays really. Though I’m happy to attend big parties I generally don’t like to be the host or subject of one.

Birthdays are always a good time to stop and take stock. So where do I find myself?

Unmarried, but in the second year of a stable relationship.

‘Plodding’ away in a good job, however one that I’m still trying to figure out.

Not owning my own home, but quite happily renting one in these turbulent economic times.
With few savings, but comparatively little debt.

In close and stable contact with most of my friends and family, yet surprisingly lonesome all-to-often.

Having travelled to 23 countries, yet wishing to travel to many more.

However much things depress me, frustrate me, annoy me and perplex me at times. I sit back and consider… Well, things, could be a lot worse…