I’ve realised today that I can’t blame the size of my house for me being messy. Nor the fact that I’m doing an art course (but there’s just so much paint and pastels and paper). Or even that I just have too many things, because my sister manages to keep a studio flat tidy and she has loads and loads of stuff — she’s just very organised and keeps everything neatly tidied away in boxes.

In the past, I tried to blame CF for me being messy — there’s just so much medicine in bottles and boxes and blister packs, as well as inhalers and pills and insulin pens that need to be used all the time. But I’m realising that I can’t blame CF for everything and have to take some responsibility for myself. So I've decided what everyone who knows me has known for years... I’m just a mess.

Or maybe What-A-Mess in human form. (Is that libel?)

P.S. Happy Birthday Elf!!