My sleep patterns are always rather… well… random (see point 29) and it’s one of the first things to go off when I am upset in ANY WAY AT ALL. So I was quite surprised that I did manage to get a relatively reasonable amount of sleep last week (thanks to Sominex and the odd drop of wine). Unfortunately it would now seem the gremlins have been disturbed and have started stamping around my head at unreasonable times (between 3 and 4am is a favourite). So is it any real surprise that I am sat at my desk wondering if there is any chance of me having a nap? Probably not. (And I can’t really have a nap; I’m meant to be in charge of these people so it wouldn’t be very professional now would it?)
It would seem my bullshit radar is still somewhat under-developed as the person variously known as The Beloved, The Loathed, The Husband etc (and from now on will be known as The Ex) has managed to hoodwink me again.
The good news for everyone frustrated with the complications of my personal life is that he will not hoodwink me again. He may try to cheat me again but, this time, it will be about money not about feelings.
Yes, le mariage est finis (don’t quite know why that’s in French, may be it’s easier to not say it out loud in English).
There is a story behind this but I am not quite ready to blog about it yet. Suffice to say, for the moment, the only thing I can be sure of is that when he opens his mouth: he is lying.
…I am free?
Answers on a postcard, or watch this space.
1. I saw this over on the original 3BT site. It is so cute, I just had to put it here too.
2. A tube line suspension (not in any way beautiful) meant I had to get the bus this morning so had an unexpected treat around the streets of London: Lambeth Palace, Westminster Abbey, Houses of Parliament, Number 10, Trafalgar Square, a squint down The Mall at Buckingham Palace. Tourists would pay good money for the number 3 bus trip I got for free. As a slight downer this travel chaos meant I was half an hour late for a meeting with my boss about my contract – luckily she was understanding although no news on the contract front.
3. Everyone I know agreeing with me that Slumdog Millionaire is just the most fantastic film (and has hit all the right notes in terms of what people want/need to see/enjoy at the moment).
Because I am far too weary to think of answers:
1. Why is the common cold the most irritating ailment and how come noone has really worked out how to cure one?
2. Why has East Midlands trains changed its timetable and made the St Pancras to Nottingham service even more unbearable than its previous incarnation?
3. How do clients expect you to do any work when they are constantly asking you to sit in pointless meetings for most of the working week?
4. Why, when you know you are soon to put your person on a beach, do really lardy sandwiches become the only thing that will satisfy you at lunchtime?
5. How are you supposed to keep smiling when someone is stamping all over your feelings and blaming you?
And an answer…I came across Curious as a Cat which seems like a marvellous idea (especially when my creative juices are flagging – at the moment they are not so much flagging as begging for a defibrillator) and I will be visiting more often. But in answer to Question 1…fear.