4 April
‘Happy easter O! Rx’
I’m sitting in Cafe Nero with The Sunday Times and skinny cappuccino. I’ve got to do something about my social life. My love life.
Happy Easter to you too R! Hope you’re well wand all is good. Drink and chat this week if you have time? O x’
‘Yeah cool!x’
‘Coolio… most likely Tues or Weds best for me, as in Liverpool on Thurs and Manchester on Fri. Let me know what works for you? x’
‘Wow thats a tour! Lets do wed. x’
‘All the glamourous hot spots for me! Although am in Monaco and Dubai the week after for 2 days each. How about Weds at 6pm at the Claridges bar?x’
‘Great. Might not be able to get there for six but as near to as i can. Big project on at work-yes me working!x’
I definitely was too hasty with him. My email the other day was too brush off-ish. I have butterflies now. I hope… I hope… I hope…
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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.
This 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.
