14 January (part 3)
‘Hi, am really worried now. You are a very important person to me and i’m really concerned that we are not communicating. Hope you are okay, be nice to catch up – sunday? X’
Maybe you shouldn’t take your friends for granted then? Maybe you shouldn’t be rude to them? Of course I don’t say that. I cop out.
‘Im watching a very imp prog about dieting – i know! I think im going over to ricky sunday.’
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
2009 is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
