Monthly Archives: April 2011

A year since he and I first met and, very quickly, moved into a relationship. The actual relationship thing moved fast but since then, it’s been a very slow green light progress. In any prior relationship committment actions and decisions … Continue reading →

Unfortunately, when you open yourself up to another person, in the form of a relationship, you are also opening yourself up to being available to be hurt. It doesn’t matter that the person who hurts you had no intention of … Continue reading →

I didn’t wait for any of BF’s future strategies to be implemented. I couldn’t. I quit my day tour Saturdays. This is when the stupid, aggressive, selfentitled local drunks come out. I’ve always hated it and now I am actively … Continue reading →

There were a lot of issues on yesterday’s tour that I haven’t mentioned; all of them to do with the large, already probably intoxicated, group that the short person was with. There were 17 of them , all celebrating someone’s … Continue reading →

I dream about all of the scenarios that might go wrong. My ultimate nightmare is driving the biggest bus and I hit a pedestrian or a cyclist. I wake up in a cold sweat and find it difficult to sleep … Continue reading →

Being accused of discrimination by a drunken little person. An awful, awful tour today but it was redeemed slightly by merely having a drunken small statured person on board.  It’s part of the ‘collection’ of epic people, epic tours and … Continue reading →

to be in a room with three other people and realise that all of them:  your 17 year old kitchenhand parttime work daughter; her 19 year old metalworker boyfriend; your 49 year old boilermaker/welder boyfriend – they all earn more … Continue reading →

Even though they actually occur on a Thursday and consist of only one day. Today, I: slept read visited my mother grocery shopped wrote emails applied for two jobs got soaked in the rain talked for a really, really long … Continue reading →

I wish he would call. I tried to call him but no answer. No surprise there; his phone appears to be attached to his hip pocket everywhere outside of his house but not within it (unless I am there, too. … Continue reading →

Tonight my youngest daughter told me that during her (pupil free) day she had popped over to her dad’s house to print an assignment. She casually added, “Oh, and I cleaned his house, too.” I know that technically speaking the … Continue reading →