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My family laughed at me when I asked for a season of Frasier on DVD for Christmas one year. I remember them saying I was an old woman, and that next I’d be asking for the box set of Last Of The Summer Wine.

But I loved Fraiser. I still do. And if that makes me an old woman, then so be it.

It fits in with the rest of my lifestyle which includes knitting, constantly carrying around a hot water bottle with me, and staying in on Friday night.

A few months ago, I broke down in tears because I felt lonely. I felt like I was a horrible person who drove people away from me. I felt like people didn’t want to spend time with me because I’m constantly miserable or depressed. I felt like I’d isolated myself.

Just before we moved house I had a panic attack one night over the fact the house we’d bought was further away from Liverpool and not as close to a train station as the one we had been renting was, and this made me feel even more isolated than before.

But the last few weeks have reminded that I’m definitely not alone. Far from it.

We’re officially in the new house!

The last few weeks have been completely crazy. The day after we picked up the keys (i.e. the day after I shared my last blog post) we started decorating the new house, and we spent the next two weeks working our arses off.

I’ve never been so tired in my life. I was working 7 and a half hours a day at my job, and then going home just to work even harder, painting the new house and packing up the old one. My entire body ached, and as I didn’t have time to work out, my hip pain became unbearable. This resulted in a trip to the doctors to get some stronger painkillers.