Endings

It has been 24 days since I last posted and I’ve decided to archive this blog. This space doesn’t work anymore. Everything has changed and I need the way I write and curate my life to be a part of that.

I am now using Tumblr to do that. If you use Tumblr or you want to keep following me you can find me here. If you don’t want to follow me there – bye bye. x

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Making Friends

It’s really hard making friends when you’re in your 40s and single because you want to be. Everyone is either settled down and pumping out sprogs, single but frantically dating or divorced and miserable.

I’m watching Cold Feet – the entire history – before the new series starts in the autumn. And they all seem like such fun minus the kids and the marital problems. Maybe that was just the early 2000s.

But I don’t think people are really like that. I wish they were. I’d houseshare with Andy Williams any time.

Logistics

Moving logistics can be a pain the arse. The end of my house contract is 29th Augus. Moving out is in all probability going to be 5 days before. The furniture isn’t mine and it has to go. It’s potentially 2 weeks of homelessness. Thinking cap is on.

I know where I will be living eventually but I have to fill in two weeks with showering at the gym and eating clean – as in raw, uncooked. As in no cooking facilities. The one advantage is after a trip to the pub, I don’t have to drive anywhere.

Renewed

I am nearly there. And I’m currently surfing on a higher plane. Moving is imminent and I am exhilarated by it. Complete separation is nearly there and I have no concerns about it whatsoever.

I’ve also been distracted by a little bit of eye candy to help while away the evenings. It shan’t last and it’s minor by comparison to real relationships, but it’ll do. If  there is one thing I have noticed since being single it’s men. Distraction is key at times like this. And I’m glad this one arrived at just the right time.

Rental Abuse

I watched a Youtube video recently about a lady who slept in the lounge of her house. But it was a communal lounge in a shared house. It included a dining room table for 6 and the house tv. Her bed was in the corner.

She thought this was ok. That it was an acceptable right of passage for living in London. I mean, who would demean themselves purely for the sake of living in London?