Push-Me-Pull-You

I do like my geography. I don't care who knows and I can take the colouring-in jibes! I took it all the way to 'A' Level and would have seriously considered doing a degree in it had I not taken my chosen path. In fact, my career choice at 16 was medicine or meteorology. Had my work-experience fortnight gone differently I could be sat at a super-computer or, if they deemed me audio or telegenic enough on Countryfile or even on the internet.

I'm sure you good students all remember push and pull factors. They are the reasons why people migrate. So you have on the one side, for example, poor climate, no food and on the other jobs, schools and cinemas. Well, I guess from my current situation a lot of it has been push with no pull. You don't migrate unless you have something to hope for.

I was hoping to be a big strong smug boy and happily strike out on my own. Something unexpected has happened over the last 2½ months. He shall be christened BlueLight. Because a) blue eyes, b)he has broken my (stupid) "no NHS" rule for my significant others, c)he's an antique light collector. I haven't mentioned him before because, frankly, with my track record things are best left till they are firmly in concrete. And to be honest, I've not really known what I have wanted.

BlueLight has been quite helpful in crystallising thoughts and deciding what it is that I want. He's been part of the greater vacillation I've had over the last four weeks.

It's been a pleasure to have something simple, not worry about what is behind the words, intentions. Just enjoy each other's company and take things as they come. This weekend coming will, hopefully, seal-the-deal.

I've realised I've needed a pull-factor to kickstart me out of this.

And yes, I realise there are SO many jokes to be had out of this post ;) Bring it on!