Sniffle, cough, splutter

Why oh why, does anytime something important happen I get sick.

Big interview on Tuesday. In between now and then I'll have to learn, and master, PowerPoint, wow and sparkle as much as poss, somehow get my nails and eyebrows done, get rid of this mahoosive cold and gross cold sore.


The worst bit is g has never had a cold sore. Thus I am trying my very, very best to prevent him ever getting one. For years I evaded contracting it from various relations (all my direct family suffer) only to contract it from a stupid ex. Apparently breaking my heart wasn't enough he had to leave a bit of himself behind (read crusty, inappropriate and painful)

Exes leave behind a trace of themselves with you wherever they end up.

I still hold onto a real dislike of rice pudding due to one ex who insisted on eating several tins daily, directly out of the can.

Another went on and on about his Chinese heritage (despite mostly being Scouse) and insisted every restaurant we ever went to incorporated Dim Sum. Cue put off my local Chinese for life.

Then there are the ones that leave us with a searing streak of collective "oh god did I really do that?" and pure disappointment with ourselves.

The one thing I ever did haunts me to this day. It was so out of character I don't even know how it happened or why. But it did.

I was "the other woman". It was only short. A few fumbled behind closed doors and a sense of "she doesn't deserve him". It was all it took and then one night where I accidentally bonded with his gf the whole ruddy mess came out.

I became a social pariah and he got off Scott free. Being 17 was bloody hard work.

To this day I'm appalled with what I did and would never dream of ever doing it again. However, like a cold sire, it still rears it's ugly head now and again. Like that little mark an ex leaves on you I succumb from time to time with that gut wrenching feeling of shame. Luckily though it's not quite as painful and you don't have to show it all in a job interview.

A mad mad couple of months...

I've not written for ages... my bad.

It's been a mad couple of months and trying to get everything down and into one little blog post is going to take some major chopping.

The first, and major, development is during our holiday G proposed!

On the beach, at night, just him and me. He got down on one knee and made me the happiest girl in the world. The next day we spent looking around jewellery shops for the perfect ring which I found. One carat sapphire and white gold.

The rest has been a whirlwind of congratulations, cards, presents (Emma Bridgewater cake tins!!!) and prep for an engagement party.

In addition to this I've got an interview. Well, a second interview, at a small publishing firm. I'm not holding out for much hope but it's a glimmer of light in my murky professional career.

So, how things been with you?