Hi everyone, I know, I know, I promised you all that I'd start writing more chapters and I let you all down. I want to thank you all for your continued support and kind comments, they really mean a lot to me. I've just read through them all again and you have all convinced me to start again, so thank you all for that.

If I may, I just want to try and explain what's happened since I started this fic. I'm sorry this isn't a new chapter but instead is all about me, but a lot has happened in these four years. All I can say about future content, for now, is that I will have to reread all my old chapters. I hate reading my own work, all I can see is the faults and how much better it could be done. Which is why my next update may end up being a re-write of a previous chapter, so I hope all of you can bare with me for now, and please check out the older ones from time to time just encase.

So it's fair to say that everyone's had a bad year, and I'm in that same place as well, but as I said, if I may I want to let you all in on what's happened for me. I don't know where to start, haha. I think I'll start with this year and see where things lead.

Soooo, this year... At the start of the year I finally got into my first relationship (at 21, ahhh) after finally coming to terms with myself, turns out I don't care about gender (who knew, haha). I started dating this really great guy who I'm still in love with, even though things have been tough lately. I went from working as a chef in a fancy country hotel, to working in a residential home as a simple cook (the food was simple, okay fiiine, I'm a bit simple as well haha). I loved both jobs and got along with most of the staff of both places of work, but alas I am now out of work yet again.

This year has been tough for me, I had an accident while at the care home involving a knife and managed to cut one of the tendons in my right little finger. As a result of this I had to have an operation to repair it and then had to undergo physiotherapy for three months, meaning I was out of work for that duration. I still have limited movement in that finger and it is now a hook when fully extended, but I have learnt to still do everything I was able to do before.

I was approached by a pub to go back into chefing, which I accepted, only for the UK to go into yet another lockdown, just as I finished my notice and was about to start my new job. My motorbike completely died on me just as this lockdown ended and I was about to start (again) so had to turn that job down as I had no way of getting there.

All the while all of this has been weighing on me effecting my mental health something I've always struggled with, which has taken it's toll on my relationship with my boyfriend. At four in the morning he broke up with me, he said I need to focus on my mental health as it was starting to effect him and he's right, that was wrong of me. We are still talking and want to stay close, but we both need time to focus on ourselves and hopefully one day I will be the person he deserves. I've spent the day getting my life together and seeking help.

Which brings me back to my story, I can't promise that I will update often or even if it will be regularly but I will promise to try my best. I think this will be a good outlet for me.

Thank you all for your support of my little story, and I'm sorry for droning on about me instead of writing. I'm going to stop here because I could talk about myself all night (haha), and I've got five chapters to reread ugh haha, but please bare with me.