Great Expectations

Hello all, yes, I know, I haven’t been around that much all summer, blame it on a bad wrist, writer’s cramp, and to be brutally honest, booger all to write about untill now.

But now…I have spent some time trying to get to know someone, someone I really thought was special,…then the bombshell, someone they’ve apparently known for years has “popped” back onto the scene and hey presto, me out in the cold, second place again. NOT

Those of you who know me well, will know this simply isn’t going to happen to me again, even if it means my being a spinster all my life, no way will I take second row to anyone anymore.

Altogether this has been a rather strange summer, BabyMibs has grown far faster than I had anticipated, both in spirit and in size, and it feels as though almost everyone I know has either gotten engaged or married….maybe just my old age showing through or maybe life trying to tell me something, am still undecided on that front.

BabyMibs is starting to show his own personality quite strongly now….he has very fixed mideas on what he’d like to do etc, and I think maybe I am geting the same way in a different way. I feel I have gotten the same way, short-tempered, short-fused and definitely far too short on time to waste on guys who may be interested, maybe not.

Have a feeling my new mindset is going to end a “cruel summer” with a “winter’s tale”, but why on earth should I settle for second-best?


I am the best thing that could happen to I not??


Apologies on the lack of this space for updates on our summer hols and how the new place is shaping up xx


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