30 October (part 2)
‘Omg, going nuts here! Have taken a permanent job (so I have payslips to show the mortgage company) and selling then looking for a new flat. I don’t know what to do with myself it’s so stressful! I have a buyer, just don’t want to lose her, and haven’t found the ideal property yet.
Gosh, it’s all happening in your family. I can remember something similar happening to us – my stepfather’s sister invited the man she was having an affair with to our house to stay then a few weeks later we had to go to a big family do where he was there with his wife. My mum was v unhappy about it.
What to do (said in Indian accent)?
I’ve booked a week off at Christmas and my office closes down over Christmas anyway. I can’t see I would have moved by then but who knows. Weren’t you going to go back to India? I was going to go for Xmas/NY but not sure that is the smartest thing to do considering I’m buying/selling. I’ll probably stay here but at least it’s time off – albeit dreary!
x’
30 October (part 1)
Wow, just when I was about to have some kind of breakdown, I see my love sent me a Facebook message on October 21. I just have been too busy to even log on.
‘Hey, so what’s up? How are you? I see that you have put your flat up for sale!!!
I’m still in my mum’s flat in the Algarve. Have been here for over a month now! It’s been the hottest Oct for the past 60 years, so you can imanine just how nice the weather has been. best part is that there are very few tourists around. So just chilling really.
Also caught my auntie (the one who was married to my uncle that passed away two years ago) who is now seeing my uncle’s cousin (all very odd), using my parent’s flat to have an affair with another man!! Had to boot them out and take the keys off her… All very awkward.
Have spent the last two weeks or so doing the flat up, new washing machine and fixing bits and bobs – flat is actually quite nice now. The view is absolutely amazing….
Don’t really know what to do with my life but don’t really fancy heading back to cold dreary London 
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Not sure what to do next? Maybe I should go out and visit Annabel again?’
Is he going to invite me to Portugal?
About
‘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.
