It’s ok dear reader do NOT panic! I have not changed my mind about wedded bliss and no, I have not changed my mind about the dress or shoes! no…the change is all about jobs and the timing of these developments has simply provided us with yet another little adrenaline rush to keep us on our twinkly toes as we make our way down that aisle!
So first of all a couple of weeks ago I landed a great job as basically a PR manager in the public sector. That was all well and good and reasonably straightforward as I already work in this particular place. Then H2B decides he has had quite enough of stupid long hours and ridiculous demands from his bosses and gets offered another job. All change!
Now I have to say that the news about H2B’s job made me so very happy that I was forced to clamber up onto our bed and jump on it several times like a child would on Christmas Day. No longer will supper be shrivelled, no longer will the dogs look longingly at the door waiting the return of their master who takes them on the best walks because they really like a visit to the pub; and no longer will I have to watch H2B fall asleep mid conversation while I try to update him on all my news.
I know the timing is a bit difficult, but I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and after all I have been asking the universe for something along these lines for quite some time!
Now…moving on…I have some truly fabulous and amazingly funny and clever friends, and have recently had the pleasure to catch up with some of them. True friends never really change-you can pick up where you left off without too much trouble and it always feels like you only saw each other yesterday.
However…I do think that Facebook has a lot to answer for so when I was invited to a reunion recently I did dither before I said yes. Leaving the safety of my valley I ventured further afield with another friend to meet up with a group of girls who quite frankly are not really girls any more at all and who, we realised sadly too late, we never really liked very much anyway. Still we put ourselves through it and had to listen to them witter on endlessly about their little darlings and how well they are doing at uni and how they are having an Amdega conservatory blah blah blah. You need to be aware that by and large these people are thin. I am not and either is my friend. We did feel as though they were circling us and staring at us as if to say “wow, where are they from? What very large thighs they have” like we were some kind of endangered species.
Needless to say they were mostly wizened, dried up old prunes. I have seen more fat on rindless bacon and would have had more fun sticking pins in my eyes and eating my own liver (I am a vegetarian) than spending another second in their company.
As my very lovely friend said: “darling…what are we doing with these vapid, dull females? They have about as much gravitas as a bowl of fortune cookies.” QUOTE OF THE WEEK!