This is the first time I have blogged somewhere that is not the Frenches. I am blogging from my mums house. I am still calling it my mum’s house, it will be nice when I can call it my house. I am looking forward to living here as the truth is I have not lived in one house and not moved from it in for more than 9 months in about three years. Moving is good I think but it can be quite exhausting.

I went to church tonight and Rough Edges and I am just dropping off the car to my mum and then I am going home so I shouldn’t be blogging too much. I find church so exhausting to be honest. I guess I go because very occasionally someone says something that speaks to me, something that I go yes I think that is a good thing to say but the majority of the time I find it all really hard to cope with. I feel like I am an intruder, I feel like maybe I am being dishonest because people think that I believe certain things that I dn’t simply because I am there. Sometimes I wis I just believed what eveyone else believed, it would be a lot easier and then I ould fit in. Damn peer pressure, iimagine those Happy Healthy Harold buses with them talking about how to fit in with Christians and not smoking.

Thank God for Streetwise, where everyone fits in.