27 August
I think I’ve blown it. The hunky, hot, cheeky chappie estate agent hasn’t responded. I emailed him to pull out a great deal he set up. A couple want to move in on Thursday for three months.
Him and I have been flirting outrageously since I got back from India. He contacted me when he saw my ad on Gumtree and did a rental valuation. It started then and there. Phone calls, suggesting watching fireworks on NYE together in my flat, cooking together…
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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.
