Back again.
How come I am sitting at this computer feeling guilty? 'Cos, I should be sorting the cellar out, that's why.
Lotta changes since I last wrote. Bonnie now almost a week married and off on the first part of her honeymoon (?!).
Ian, in charge. Talk about bloody miserable. I never really signed up to live with Ian and I'm looking forward to moving.
He's ok. It's just everything changed since he moved back. All his junk in the cellar that was originally intended to be mainly mine because my bedroom is so small and now he wants my stuff moved - like yesterday. So, I've spent since 10 am sorting it and nowhere near finished. The son and heir wants it all gone before his Mum gets back from Part 1 on Friday. I'd like to think he had her interests at heart but he just wants this house sold so he gets a deposit to buy somewhere for himself.
Am a bit down, truth be told. Tarot line quiet so started working for another firm as well. Have put in some hours lately and not for much recompense either but have been too busy to work since the wedding. Which was lovely by the way.
Oh, it's nice to be back blogging even if I'm only having a moan. For weeks now I've been just dying to get back to living by myself. Bonnie reckons she's going to keep her job and this house on for another year and be a p/t wife but I have my doubts. Anyway, I have to move, I can't face all that commuting next year. I need to rent privately because I can't work from the phone in the Hall of Residence. Hope I'll be able to afford the deposit and rent?
And, I suppose, I miss Bonnie. It's different already since she's met her man. Which is the way of things, I guess. I've lost count of all the friends I've seen married off. Always the bridesmaid.....
Oh well, my speech went down well.
Yes, I know it's not traditional for the bridesmaid to give a speech. But Bonnie wouldn't be told.....
She was quite cavalier about the whole do really. Wanted the cheapest day possible and had to resist a lot of pressure.
Quote, when the hotel manageress suggested matching something or others.
"What part of 'I couldn't give a fuck' don't you understand?"