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’
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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.
