Wow, been a while and I momentarily forgot my password!! Shock horror.
Anyway, settling into new job now..making the most of the weather to dry clothes and browse internet for journo stuff, oh and seeing docs from time to time too! Amazing how easily one slips back into the pace of life!

Ok, big news is that I am dating, proper dating..this must be the first time in years when I think about it. I mean, sure, I was seeing the laid back Irish one for a while, but one weekend in 3 doesn't really count as dating does it?? Since then, Mr non-commitment and Mr no txt...useless bunch!

So now, a real live proper man, who can txt, who does call, who will respond to e-mails, who comes up with ideas of where to go (Warwick races, meals out) and has even cooked me dinner...........................I have a suspicion it is all going to go wrong somewhere!!

What is it about us girls that we actually like the bastards of the world? They are exciting, maybe we have to work a little harder for them, whatever, I don't get it!!

So, effort required to hold on to the guy who can cook, has his own teeth, doesn't have any hang ups or sexual deviancs that are obvious at this stage, doesn't require huge amounts of fan like adoration, and has good standards of personal hygiene!!!! Go forth and buy hats!!!!


Only kidding folks!!!!

:-)

Well, I have to say I have a certain contentment this afternoon. I've finally finished my training course and passed (would have been a shock after 10 years in the job to be told I was crap!!), and am free from Monday to do as I wish!

Also, I've had a lovely weekend, doing exactly what one should do at weekends, buy a paper (which I haven't read!), go shopping (for nothing in particular, just to look and impulse buy!), and see friends. Bliss.

Only low point really was visiting my neighbours grave yesterday as it was a year since she passed away. Where does the time go? Good to remember and at least smile now. Funny, no relative of mine has ever been buried, so never done the whole grave visiting thing. Can understand now why people chose burial, as there is a focal point, somewhere to go to be near to them. Strange though, as maybe there are more places we can be close to someone we loved, just by thinking about them, but I guess that isn't always easy. For me, being someone who likes to be warm, I'd rather be cooked and scattered on field a daisies!

Sorry, didn't mean to get morbid! Anyway, the ironing calls!