Ok, I may have let my "daily" Blogs slip a little bit just lately! I was kinda waiting for my views to stop being marred by the turn out of my ex not quite turning out to be the great boyfriend he made himself out to be. Next time I start dating again I'll be sure to choose someone a bit more manly and strong-willed, and preferably someone who really knows what they want! Mind you, I wonder if many of us actually do know what we want....?
I've been at my new job for almost three months now, which means I've been living in Ipswich for almost six months. What's happened in this time span? Not much really. I got invited to a fancy "do" through work and had to have my Mum ship my long evening gown over from Lowestoft just so I didn't look under-dressed in my little black cocktail dress. Turns out almost everybody was wearing bloody cocktail dresses. £7.50 postage well spent(!). As it was, I looked at the photos afterwards and realised I didn't look as good as I though I did! My boobs looked fantastic though, obviously. Myself and a colleague had a few glasses of champagne (a few can mean about five, right..?) and had a pretty good laugh - although I did notice my boss throw me a few "Don't you dare embarrass me" glances my way. I'm pleased to say there was no embarrassment that night. At least none I'm aware of. I happened to be sitting next to one of the guys on our marketing team, who was a blast to talk to. It's usually my luck to get positioned next to the company bore, or the office sleaze, so it was a refreshing change!
I'm now living with my colleague, Jemima, and her husband Paul, who both have a two year old boy. I have to admit he does tug at my heart strings a little sometimes, but I still remain firmly positioned in the "Person Least Likely To Have Children" box. Even cuddling my niece this weekend hasn't made me feel broody one single bit. I'm missing the maternal gene. Although I do feel concerned when people don't eat properly, and I love to make packed lunches. But that doesn't make me maternal, that just makes me odd.
I'm going to crack back on with attempting to lose weight again. Paul attends a spinning class three times a week and Jemima, I think, is toying with the idea. She's mentioned it a few times but it's usually before dinner and then all thoughts of exercise are dropped after we've finished our meal. Probably because the thought of missing out on home-made lasagne is just too insane to consider. Although I have to add that I do put courgettes and peppers in my lasagne, which pretty much cancels out the red meat and white sauce. Right....?
Due to the extremely ridiculous parking charges in town I am now forced to become a "bus wanker". The Park & Ride was ok because it was full of professional working people who own cars. But the regular buses....? Oh dear god. I wonder where some of these people crawl out from on a daily basis and why they don't just stay there. Last week there was a guy who sat up the top section of the bus at the front, with his dirty feet up on the ledge, stinking of booze and humming to himself. He made the whole bus stink of whiskey! On Friday a woman let her little boy, who couldn't have been much older than four years, climb up on the luggage rack and swing from the window bar. If you ever want to see an example of bad parenting - get on a public bus, there are dozens of great examples to case study! Let's not forget about the weirdos who randomly start up a conversation with you about their problems.
I don't mean to sound harsh but, if I don't know you please rest assured that I don't give a flying turd about your problems. A strange middle-aged lady wearing a bright orange fleece seated in the seat across from me on the bus last week turned to a lady behind her and struck up a (one-sided) conversation about cats. The conversation then turned to how her ex-husband tried to take her cat away. This then developed into a tyrade of abuse about her ex-husband. She glanced my way at one point but I cunningly avoided all eye contact.
People read my Blog by choice, so you can't complain about my moaning if you choose to read it. People sat on the bus minding their own business do not choose to listen to your utter bollocks, so please please please....keep it to yourself or start up a Blog! On a separate note; £1.80 for a one-way journey, bus is always at least fifteen minutes late, and I don't always get a bloody seat. Thanks Cameron, good idea to get the bus nowadays right mate???!
I've picked up on the pace on my childrens book, despite losing all my fecking notes. I've basically started from scratch. I guess that's the joy of moving house, you always lose something. I'd've rather it could've been my credit card bills that went missing, but no such luck. I've organised a bowling trip with the guys from work on Thursday next week, so no doubt you'll be seeing the next Blog a few days late due to my breaking a finger or spraining my wrist! In my head, I'm like the human equivalent of Fred Flintstone when it comes to bowling. In reality, I probably couldn't get a strike even if they put the bumpers up at the gulleys. My three month old niece could probably bowl better than me. Still, it'll be a laugh anyway. Mainly at my expensive, but still....!
I'm off to the New Forest in a few weeks with Emma. I've let myself be persuaded to allow her to purchase us tickets to Peppa Pig World. God help me if I get sick on any of those rides, I'll never live it down.
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