Acoustics

Have just come to realisation, after listening to unidentified neighbours bedroom activities echoing across the estate, that will never be able to have sex in this house with the windows open. Assuming the opportunity ever arises of course!

Singletons, smug marrieds and fuckwittage

I've been revisiting Bridget Jones' Diary and the Edge of Reason the last couple of days whilst on my “holidays”. Loving them all over again! Hard to believe they were written in 1996 and 2000 respectively!

I can see the resemblance between the me of a few years ago and good old Bridget - without the acquisition of an adorable Mr Darcy, and I've always been perfectly at ease with the comparison, but alas nowadays, even my Bridget days seem behind me!

More and more often I look in the mirror and see a resemblance of my mother looking back at me.

Unfortunately, that is never a good thing.

Arty farty

I've just hung two original Steve Johnston prints, worth approximately £375 each, up on my living room wall. They look BEAUTIFUL!

I seriously can't stop looking at them.

(Strike a Pose and A Quick Getaway if you're interested!)

Like the Murphy's...

... I'm not bitter.

I was sitting in my garden having a cigarette some time in the early hours of this morning, after watching some chick flick that inevitably ended with true love conquering all and a happy ever after, pondering love, life, the universe and DM, when it struck me that I have absolutely no bitterness regarding the situation.

I have, in the past, felt quite angry and bitter towards him, for getting to go off and live happily ever after, and leaving me here with nothing. But I realised last night that I don't feel bitter at all anymore, even if I try to, I just can't muster it now.

I'm glad about that.

Bloggiversary!

Today is my 3 year anniversary of blogging! It may have been a somewhat haphazard 3 years, admittedly, but it's 3 years nonetheless! Quite an achievement for someone with the staying power of a gnat!

The help

I used to have a very sexy gardener, which was fabulously entertaining for the lust interest cells, and came to a pretty satisfactory conclusion!

This fine figure of manhood shaped help has been sadly lacking in the OG abode of late, but today, right now, hallelujah! I officially have the HOTTEST window cleaner in town. I expect the window cleaning fund is going to be a priority from now...

I feel like such a desperate housewife!

Please

Think I'll have a Zachary Levi lookalike for my next boyfriend please!

Talking of 'next boyfriends', I've finally got round to making use of my free 72hrs online dating subscription, and after trawling through literally hundreds of profiles, yesterday I actually emailed one who winked me a while ago and whose photos are adorable (in my eyes anyway!). Yes, I am shallow enough for looks to matter! Anyway, typically, he hasn't logged in since, and not for five days, so I've probably missed the boat there! We'll see I guess...