This time last year, while in the process of moving house, I was made redundant. So I was moving house, losing my job, and wondering what the hell I was going to do, pretty much all at the same time. It was an awful time and I didn't blog about it, or if I did, not very much, as it felt generally outside the scope of this blog and there wasn't much to say about it, either. It was what it was. There was stress and tumult and months of my stomach being upset; my plan to complete a good first draft of novel delayed; and the books are still not back in alphabetical order. But now it is one year later and what a relief that is.