So just as I decided to take it upon myself to upload all that back-logged art I had stored up and create a journal telling you lovely people just how things where my keyboard finally decides to kick the bucket and I have to use my old keyboard. It is wireless, and the liberation that affords me is a breath of fresh air, but its an old one, a none clacky one and one that feels at oince soft and brittle and also hard and clunky. Its like typing on a piece of wood and I cannot stand it much longer, so I will say what I have to say, what I must say and then cleanse myself.

Recently you might have noticed a lot of my artwork if not all of my artwork involves the lovely runzu in some way, something that is becoming increasingly apparent as I upload more stuff. IU have never concealed my feelings for her, our history or the plans we have made together, but as of two weeks ago, on Wednesday the First of April her and I finally decided to start dating. You might be asking yourself why it has taken so long to announce such a thing, and while I would like to say that I have been tel;ling people in person and that announcing things on here is something I always have a massive delay on the honest truth is slightly more complex and both wonderfully wonderful and horribly horrible.

Shortly following our uniting of hearts the lovely runzu also departed on her first international flight, to come and see me, and for ten of the last eighteen days we have been preoccupied traveling around the country, meeting friends, picking leaves and eating all manner of food that makes her pull faces and look disgusted. And we didn't even give her tripe, black pudding or jellied eels. The past few weeks have been our own little slice of heaven, genuinely perfect days we where gifted to know how great they where as they were happening. Too often do days of golden perfection only appear in hindsight, to have her here and know how great I felt as I felt it is a gift few are afforded.

I have never felt so poor than I have over the last few days, so much I wanted to do and couldn't and so much more we simply hadn't the time to do, I was so stressed that everything would go wrong and I would have no money-lined parachute to save me. Then she got here, and we spent long days on our bed, reading comics and watching films, days so blissful I want to cry just thinking of them. We went to visit friends and had friends visit and each time they brought or bought something that spiced our day just right, asking nothing in return other than giving her a good day. At the end I confided in her that my lack of cash was making me sad, but in doing so I managed to tickle her ire like never before. "I'm not here to see the sights Chris, I'm here to see you," she told me.

I have never felt so poor in my life, but neither have I felt so rich.

But then, as she got home, things turned a shade worse.

She is without means to communicate regularly, which explains her continued absence, and I have bills mounting up so high I can't help her. I am not going to suffer much, but it looks like over the coming months she may, and all I can do is sit here and apply for jobs hoping that maybe, maybe I can get a job. Things are dark and bleak as they can be, making this a summer of darkness to me, and though not being able to talk to her hurts hard knowing I have the love iof her and her l;ittle one gives me the fuel I need to soldier of and knuckle down to find work.

I can still type, my computer is thankfully going nowhere but for now I wont be getting any new artwork. If any of you know of any jobs in the Manchester area that could use a hard-working and self-motivated man experienced in admin and office work as well as art and the arts, shoot me a note.

Thank you guys so much for any thoughts and support, and thank you Kitty, Jessie, Not Chris (Steve) and Jack for being so awesome to us. Expect more art uploaded throughout the day and for all those that have got this far: mthanks for reading.

~Chair