With the lack of Mo Music to fire my muse I am sat staring at an empty blog post....

I am working on a couple of Christmas posts because I am nothing if not predictable.  Like the Santa Arbitrator of Christmas tunes I have a nice list and a naughty list but when I started writing that at the weekend it ended up too much Scrouge and not enough Tiny Tim.  Although the cold is killing my feet and my head so I have more in common with the lame little one than you might immediately think....

Anyway tomorrow is the penultimate assessment.  My key workers, Occupational Health lady and I are going out into the community.  I used to be several peoples key worker, I used to work with people out in the community too.  I think it is maybe difficult to explain how confusing a role reversal I find this.  I am not depressed by the thought or upset I just find it weird.  In the same way I was confused at the first Headway meeting I went too.

The Christmas Craft group has finished now.  I'll miss it.  I still struggle a lot with motivation but if something is pre planned I simply turn up no matter how rough I feel.  One of the tutors has a 'crazy quilting' course starting next month, 2 hours on a Friday morning.  If I can get on the course I think I'll try and do it.  It's nice to meet people who don't know about the NCF, have no expectations and I need to keep trying to make my brain learn new things.

Anyway I chose this song because Ruth and I talked about it briefly at the weekend.  I put it on my wall when I first heard it because I love the bittersweet dreaming of paradise combined with the great escape elephant.  I always feel I should dislike Coldplay, maybe because the band themselves can be a little smug.  I don't feel strongly either way about their music generally but this one makes me smile.  Maybe if I keep smiling I can write a far cheerier Crap Crimbo Countdown 2011...