Men are a funny thing - well actually so are woman at times - but I've been pondering on the whole dynamics of meeting that ideal chappy (if there is such a thing!).
Dating is a funny game, you meet with a stranger, talk about your life story and then argue over who pays the bill. Then there's the whole arranging a next date or having to avoid the subject if you don't want a repeat, and then the goodnight kiss -urgh, awful! Then you either wait for them to call - or pray for them not to if your not interested! Its no wonder there's so many books written about it!
Actually getting a date in the first place can be quite tricky, I've become a bit picky it would seem in my late twenties. After quite a number of dates since I've been single I'm starting to lose faith - the guys who ask me out are never the ones I'm interested in, don't get me wrong, some of them are lovely guys but they don't tend to tick the right boxes for me- and of course as sods law would have it, the ones that you do want to ask you don't!!!
Now I do have a type, I didn't think I did until I realised that all the men I seem to go for look scarily alike! I was quite alarmed when I realised this - I've always gone for the pretty boy type but unfortunately those pretty boys tend to have egos the size of Norway (or somewhere else that's pretty big!!!!). It got me thinking that maybe I should change my type - and is that possible?
I'm starting to sway towards the idea of a big rugged MANLY man, someone who'll pick me up and carry me home after too many wine spritzers, then put up a few shelves and re-hinge the bathroom door before bed! I want a man who'll go to play rugby on a Sunday morning and then return home to cook me up a roast dinner and top up my wine glass as soon as is half empty - not swig his Fosters can, burp loudly and then scratch his arse like so many men!
But where do you meet such a man? I don't imagine they hang around in the cocktail bars me and my friends frequent to drinking Mojitos and commenting on the decor! They're more than likely rustling up a BBQ (that they built themselves) or in B&Q buying new power tools and drill bits!
From now on I'm on the look out for a proper man - one who makes me feel ladylike and dainty and what you see is what you get. No more men who straighten their hair and go to tantastic every weekend, not someone who's idea of a top weekend is to see how much he can drink before he throws up and is intent on seeing how many girls he can snog for the sake of it - come on boys, its not just the ladies who need to show a bit of class from time to time!
So next time I'm in B&Q buying my anti freeze - the only thing I can think I would possibly go in there for, I might pay a little more attention..... would skinny jeans and kitten heels look totally inappropriate in there????
Monday, 28 May 2007
Sunday, 13 May 2007
My friends....I'd be nothing without them!
I've been thinking alot recently about friendships and the people in my life. When my last relationship ended I really thought I'd never get over it and the gap in my life would be too large to fill but I've really surprised myself in the last few months.
Its true that in testing times you really do discover who your true friends are and recently I've realised how damn lucky I am and that without these friends in my life, I really don't know how I'd have coped.
My friends are the most important part of my life and I do love them whole heartedly. When I'm feeling down they pick me up, when I want a good night out they're ready and raring to go, if I need a good talking to they'll give it to me straight, and if I've had a fashion crisis they'll say "oh lady no"!!!!
So although break ups are hard and its been a bumpy ride, I've also had some amazing times, some of my best in years in fact! I'm in no hurry to get into a relationship, I'm not sure where I'd find the time and I'm not giving up my girly nights out for anyone. So sure, we do spend much of our time slagging off men, joking about recent bad dates (and sometimes good dates!), or even men we've met that seemed to be just lovely and keen but turned out to be complete weirdos - girls take note, never go on a date with a footballer!!! - but ultimately we have a fantastic time. We know each another so well and we never have a bad time together.
So me and one of the girls were talking the other day, we're both single and have been through a lot together recently and we realised something. Why do we chase the idea of meeting a man when our lives are so full anyway right now? Why does the notion of 'soul mate' have to apply to a boyfriend? Why have we been instilled to think that meeting a man will complete our lives? I have everything I need without one. We tell each other how fabulous we are all the time, we confide in each other about everything, we're in contact everyday and know exactly what is going on in each others lives, and we tell each other we love them on a regular basis. When I think about my friends I smile, I look forward to seeing them, even if its only been a few days, I feel totally relaxed and at ease in their company and I know I can get through anything life throws at me with them in my life.
So yes, this is a slightly sentimental posting but its something that is very close to my heart. I recently went to a training session with work and as an introduction exercise we had to choose from a pile of pictures and postcards one which appealed to us and represented us in some way. I chose one that was covered in lips - all in different chatty expressions. You then had to present to the group about why it represented you and they had to monitor your body language and analyse the words you use. I spoke about being a chatterbox and how communication was of huge importance to me, I spoke about my friends and my family and what made me tick. When they gave me the feedback it was a real eye opener. Apparently when I spoke about my friends I used the words 'fabulous', 'incredible', 'absolutely' and 'fantastic' and I put my hands on my heart and often put my hands in a prayer position (and I never pray!). I was told I spoke passionately and honestly and I wish my friends had been there to see it!!!!
So really the moral to this story is, never neglect your friends. Men (and women) will come and go but your friends are always there and they help shape us all. Mine are the true loves of my life and they are so important to me. So away with the notion of soul mates only being in partners, here's to friends being the new soul mates, men can be used for occasional dating and the obvious, friends are for everything else.
I love you.................you are all totally fabulous!
Its true that in testing times you really do discover who your true friends are and recently I've realised how damn lucky I am and that without these friends in my life, I really don't know how I'd have coped.
My friends are the most important part of my life and I do love them whole heartedly. When I'm feeling down they pick me up, when I want a good night out they're ready and raring to go, if I need a good talking to they'll give it to me straight, and if I've had a fashion crisis they'll say "oh lady no"!!!!
So although break ups are hard and its been a bumpy ride, I've also had some amazing times, some of my best in years in fact! I'm in no hurry to get into a relationship, I'm not sure where I'd find the time and I'm not giving up my girly nights out for anyone. So sure, we do spend much of our time slagging off men, joking about recent bad dates (and sometimes good dates!), or even men we've met that seemed to be just lovely and keen but turned out to be complete weirdos - girls take note, never go on a date with a footballer!!! - but ultimately we have a fantastic time. We know each another so well and we never have a bad time together.
So me and one of the girls were talking the other day, we're both single and have been through a lot together recently and we realised something. Why do we chase the idea of meeting a man when our lives are so full anyway right now? Why does the notion of 'soul mate' have to apply to a boyfriend? Why have we been instilled to think that meeting a man will complete our lives? I have everything I need without one. We tell each other how fabulous we are all the time, we confide in each other about everything, we're in contact everyday and know exactly what is going on in each others lives, and we tell each other we love them on a regular basis. When I think about my friends I smile, I look forward to seeing them, even if its only been a few days, I feel totally relaxed and at ease in their company and I know I can get through anything life throws at me with them in my life.
So yes, this is a slightly sentimental posting but its something that is very close to my heart. I recently went to a training session with work and as an introduction exercise we had to choose from a pile of pictures and postcards one which appealed to us and represented us in some way. I chose one that was covered in lips - all in different chatty expressions. You then had to present to the group about why it represented you and they had to monitor your body language and analyse the words you use. I spoke about being a chatterbox and how communication was of huge importance to me, I spoke about my friends and my family and what made me tick. When they gave me the feedback it was a real eye opener. Apparently when I spoke about my friends I used the words 'fabulous', 'incredible', 'absolutely' and 'fantastic' and I put my hands on my heart and often put my hands in a prayer position (and I never pray!). I was told I spoke passionately and honestly and I wish my friends had been there to see it!!!!
So really the moral to this story is, never neglect your friends. Men (and women) will come and go but your friends are always there and they help shape us all. Mine are the true loves of my life and they are so important to me. So away with the notion of soul mates only being in partners, here's to friends being the new soul mates, men can be used for occasional dating and the obvious, friends are for everything else.
I love you.................you are all totally fabulous!
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Another boozy night out!
So another Bank Holiday weekend over and, dear lord, I think I better start looking into liver replacements coz this one can't have many years left in it!!!!
Saturday night we went out to celebrate a mates birthday, we knew it'd be a drunken affair....it always is when us lot get together! So we start the night in a classy bar, sober and respectable! The next thing, my mate pulls out a miniature bottle of whiskey from her handbag and pours it into her (already large) glass of whiskey! Her bag had seemed heavy - and it explains the clunking noise that was coming from her on the way to the bar!
"Well it costs a bloody arm and a leg in here....I thought I'd bring my own"
After deciding that some cheap drinks were in order we battled over to the cheapest bar in town.... so we stuck to the carpet a bit and there was vomit by the fruit machine...who cares, with triples for £3 its a result!!!!
So the alcohol was flowing and the conversations and laughter got louder and louder, the birthday boys eyes were getting glassy and the sugar from the alcohol shots were giving everyone an E number frenzy!!! The night was in full swing!
So we moved on to a cocktail bar - now I make that sound posh but really all we wanted was cheap Sex on the Beach (Ooeer!) and some Tequila Sunrise so where better than Cucamara...if you want to get drunk, that's your place! We'd only been in there 5 minutes when one of our party threw up all over the floor! As he turned to us to finish his drink and wipe his mouth some poor unsuspecting bloke skidded in the whole lot....we shouldn't laugh, but oh we did!!!! I knew I shouldn't have bought him that last WKD!
Now anyone that's been on a night out with us nutty lot will know that as far as conversations go on our nights out, nothing is out of bounds, so when one of the ladies started talking about transvestite porn I think a few of the less regulars got confused and a little disgusted....poor girl suddenly found herself stood alone with people whispering and pointing in her direction. They failed to hear the beginning of the conversation, she was merely talking about an email someone had one sent her that got her in heaps of trouble- but bless, she was branded as a weird sex fiend for the rest of the evening! And don't get me started on the cleavage obsession that then started!
So as the night went on it became clear that birthday boy was VERY DRUNK - he gave it away by announcing every 3 minutes that;
"I'm veeeeerry drrrrunk, have I told you all I love you and that I'm veeeerry drruuunnk"
So what to do but go for a 2am curry!
As 10 of us piled into the local curry house you could see the faces of the waiters fall - 'bloody hell, I'll never get home now with this lot'. Birthday boy ordered 2 beers (both for himself - one which we had to confiscate!) and everyone concentrated hard on the menus - probably because the alcohol had made our eye sights a little hazy and everything appeared to be printed in double and italics!
We attacked the food like it was our last meal but low and behold the birthday boy ended up with his head in his plate fast asleep - but would occasionally wake up to say;
"waiter can I have another beer.....I'm veerrryyy drrruuuunnk"!!!
So we ordered taxis and eventually, to the sigh of relief by the waiters, made our way home.
As we said our goodbyes we asked the birthday boy, who was now being held up by his exasperated fiancee (bless ya honey), if he'd had a good night
"Oh yes.....
..........................but i'm veeeerrrrryyyyy druuunnnkk"!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday night we went out to celebrate a mates birthday, we knew it'd be a drunken affair....it always is when us lot get together! So we start the night in a classy bar, sober and respectable! The next thing, my mate pulls out a miniature bottle of whiskey from her handbag and pours it into her (already large) glass of whiskey! Her bag had seemed heavy - and it explains the clunking noise that was coming from her on the way to the bar!
"Well it costs a bloody arm and a leg in here....I thought I'd bring my own"
After deciding that some cheap drinks were in order we battled over to the cheapest bar in town.... so we stuck to the carpet a bit and there was vomit by the fruit machine...who cares, with triples for £3 its a result!!!!
So the alcohol was flowing and the conversations and laughter got louder and louder, the birthday boys eyes were getting glassy and the sugar from the alcohol shots were giving everyone an E number frenzy!!! The night was in full swing!
So we moved on to a cocktail bar - now I make that sound posh but really all we wanted was cheap Sex on the Beach (Ooeer!) and some Tequila Sunrise so where better than Cucamara...if you want to get drunk, that's your place! We'd only been in there 5 minutes when one of our party threw up all over the floor! As he turned to us to finish his drink and wipe his mouth some poor unsuspecting bloke skidded in the whole lot....we shouldn't laugh, but oh we did!!!! I knew I shouldn't have bought him that last WKD!
Now anyone that's been on a night out with us nutty lot will know that as far as conversations go on our nights out, nothing is out of bounds, so when one of the ladies started talking about transvestite porn I think a few of the less regulars got confused and a little disgusted....poor girl suddenly found herself stood alone with people whispering and pointing in her direction. They failed to hear the beginning of the conversation, she was merely talking about an email someone had one sent her that got her in heaps of trouble- but bless, she was branded as a weird sex fiend for the rest of the evening! And don't get me started on the cleavage obsession that then started!
So as the night went on it became clear that birthday boy was VERY DRUNK - he gave it away by announcing every 3 minutes that;
"I'm veeeeerry drrrrunk, have I told you all I love you and that I'm veeeerry drruuunnk"
So what to do but go for a 2am curry!
As 10 of us piled into the local curry house you could see the faces of the waiters fall - 'bloody hell, I'll never get home now with this lot'. Birthday boy ordered 2 beers (both for himself - one which we had to confiscate!) and everyone concentrated hard on the menus - probably because the alcohol had made our eye sights a little hazy and everything appeared to be printed in double and italics!
We attacked the food like it was our last meal but low and behold the birthday boy ended up with his head in his plate fast asleep - but would occasionally wake up to say;
"waiter can I have another beer.....I'm veerrryyy drrruuuunnk"!!!
So we ordered taxis and eventually, to the sigh of relief by the waiters, made our way home.
As we said our goodbyes we asked the birthday boy, who was now being held up by his exasperated fiancee (bless ya honey), if he'd had a good night
"Oh yes.....
..........................but i'm veeeerrrrryyyyy druuunnnkk"!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, 7 May 2007
Thursday, 26 April 2007
In at the deep end!
So after a rather long road of job hunting...I finally got offered a new role!!!
After a few weeks off - and many lovely lie ins - I embarked on a new journey on Monday - and boy do I have lots to learn!!!
I woke on Monday and put on my freshly pressed suit - after working in a company that operated a casual dress policy I felt a bit like I was putting on my new school uniform (no comments boys) ready to go to big school. Will the big kids like me? Will they steal my lunch money or make me undergo some weird initiative training to test me? Luckily none of the above occured but I was so nervous as I walked into my new office for the first time. I had to do the usual introductions;
"Hello, I'm Polly Tronic and I'm an alcoholic"
Oops, wrong meeting!!!!
Anyway, the rest of the week has passed in a blur - I've gone "HUH" alot and stared blankly at lots of people. I've said "I'm sorry, can you just run through that again" quite a lot and I've come home most evenings thinking 'oh dear lord, what have I done' but on a whole all is going well and despite the above, I'm feeling positive!
But it dawned on me...how long in a new role do you have to be on your best behaviour for? A week? A month? The whole duration of your employment? Anyone who has ever worked with me (and you all know who you are because the majority of you are now close friends, drinking partners, confidants and general all round rocks) knows that I'm pretty much the same in and out of work - although a little more responsible and occasionally sensible in the office...sometimes!
I've always been ambitious, always wanted the best I can get and wanted to offer the best I can but over the last 6 months I kind of lost my way. I was in a job that wasn't inspiring me, I let a few personal issues cloud my efficiency and I was basically bored. My work was no longer stimulating and it posed no challenge so to be faced with this incredibly steep learning curve is actually a huge positive in my life. I miss the people I worked with of course - some much more than others - and I miss my 'celebrity gossip' mate - who has also been my shoulder to cry on, moan on,laugh on, bitch on......etc etc but I'm hoping I'll find that in my new place - I'm a strong believer in building strong working relationships - work has to be enjoyable and fun as well as productive!!! Its true that you spent more time at work than you do with your friends, family or other halves - you just don't have to wash your colleagues socks or remind them to put the bin out!
So I need to join the tea rota, I must remember who takes it decaf, no sugar - who takes the full fat with 3 sugars and who just drinks tea and coffee every 20 minutes so needs their drip feeding every time you walk past the kettle - like I said, so much to learn!
'Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me'
After a few weeks off - and many lovely lie ins - I embarked on a new journey on Monday - and boy do I have lots to learn!!!
I woke on Monday and put on my freshly pressed suit - after working in a company that operated a casual dress policy I felt a bit like I was putting on my new school uniform (no comments boys) ready to go to big school. Will the big kids like me? Will they steal my lunch money or make me undergo some weird initiative training to test me? Luckily none of the above occured but I was so nervous as I walked into my new office for the first time. I had to do the usual introductions;
"Hello, I'm Polly Tronic and I'm an alcoholic"
Oops, wrong meeting!!!!
Anyway, the rest of the week has passed in a blur - I've gone "HUH" alot and stared blankly at lots of people. I've said "I'm sorry, can you just run through that again" quite a lot and I've come home most evenings thinking 'oh dear lord, what have I done' but on a whole all is going well and despite the above, I'm feeling positive!
But it dawned on me...how long in a new role do you have to be on your best behaviour for? A week? A month? The whole duration of your employment? Anyone who has ever worked with me (and you all know who you are because the majority of you are now close friends, drinking partners, confidants and general all round rocks) knows that I'm pretty much the same in and out of work - although a little more responsible and occasionally sensible in the office...sometimes!
I've always been ambitious, always wanted the best I can get and wanted to offer the best I can but over the last 6 months I kind of lost my way. I was in a job that wasn't inspiring me, I let a few personal issues cloud my efficiency and I was basically bored. My work was no longer stimulating and it posed no challenge so to be faced with this incredibly steep learning curve is actually a huge positive in my life. I miss the people I worked with of course - some much more than others - and I miss my 'celebrity gossip' mate - who has also been my shoulder to cry on, moan on,laugh on, bitch on......etc etc but I'm hoping I'll find that in my new place - I'm a strong believer in building strong working relationships - work has to be enjoyable and fun as well as productive!!! Its true that you spent more time at work than you do with your friends, family or other halves - you just don't have to wash your colleagues socks or remind them to put the bin out!
So I need to join the tea rota, I must remember who takes it decaf, no sugar - who takes the full fat with 3 sugars and who just drinks tea and coffee every 20 minutes so needs their drip feeding every time you walk past the kettle - like I said, so much to learn!
'Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me'
Friday, 13 April 2007
Me, Me, Me!!!!
Well I do apologise for not having written for well over a week - I've been having an E number frenzy since lent finished on Easter Sunday!!!!
Actually, I've not JUST been sat stuffing my face with Haribos and mini eggs (although I admit a large portion of this week has been dedicated to just that!), I've also started 'Operation Job Hunt'. I've been attending interviews and searching the job sites for the elusive perfect job and so far its looking good.
Now most people get incredibly stressed about interviews, they can't sleep the night before, they get the shakes through nerves and they can't string a sentence together, and although I understand that it can be a nervous experience, the only thing I've gotten that worked up about was my driving test (all 3 of them) - and that's just because I was a terrible driver! Interviews however don't faze me in the slightest, in fact if I'm totally honest, I quite enjoy them, after all I get to talk about my favourite subject................ME!
There's not a single question anyone could ask me about myself that I wouldn't know - and since I'm a natural chatterbox that often struggles to actually STOP talking, I quite relish the experience. I'll always remember my interview for university when my course leader said
"You'll make a great student here.....as long as we can shut you up for long enough"
What a cheek!
Now imagine my shock when I was called to an interview and I found out that it was going to be a group interview - and it was going to last for 5 hours!!!! Even I can't talk about myself for 5 whole hours - well I probably could but even I need to take a breathe from time to time!
So I arrive at the interview venue nice and early so I can suss out the competition. Nothing to be too frightened about but certainly some strong contenders - and to be honest, I got on with them all which makes it harder when your all fighting for the same thing!!! We got handed a timetable for the day and at that point I actually experienced nerves. It was like being back at school - spelling and grammar tests, psychometric testing, preparing proposals and doing presentations! There was a moment when I thought 'its not too late to run to the toilet and escape out of the window' but I thought 'what the hell, lets just get on with this'.
As it happened it wasn't as daunting as I thought it'd be and they threw in a free dinner so I was happy! And luckily I got called back to the next stage - a normal interview where I can talk about myself to my hearts content!!!
"So Polly, tell us about yourself.............."
"Well, where do I begin................."!!!!
Actually, I've not JUST been sat stuffing my face with Haribos and mini eggs (although I admit a large portion of this week has been dedicated to just that!), I've also started 'Operation Job Hunt'. I've been attending interviews and searching the job sites for the elusive perfect job and so far its looking good.
Now most people get incredibly stressed about interviews, they can't sleep the night before, they get the shakes through nerves and they can't string a sentence together, and although I understand that it can be a nervous experience, the only thing I've gotten that worked up about was my driving test (all 3 of them) - and that's just because I was a terrible driver! Interviews however don't faze me in the slightest, in fact if I'm totally honest, I quite enjoy them, after all I get to talk about my favourite subject................ME!
There's not a single question anyone could ask me about myself that I wouldn't know - and since I'm a natural chatterbox that often struggles to actually STOP talking, I quite relish the experience. I'll always remember my interview for university when my course leader said
"You'll make a great student here.....as long as we can shut you up for long enough"
What a cheek!
Now imagine my shock when I was called to an interview and I found out that it was going to be a group interview - and it was going to last for 5 hours!!!! Even I can't talk about myself for 5 whole hours - well I probably could but even I need to take a breathe from time to time!
So I arrive at the interview venue nice and early so I can suss out the competition. Nothing to be too frightened about but certainly some strong contenders - and to be honest, I got on with them all which makes it harder when your all fighting for the same thing!!! We got handed a timetable for the day and at that point I actually experienced nerves. It was like being back at school - spelling and grammar tests, psychometric testing, preparing proposals and doing presentations! There was a moment when I thought 'its not too late to run to the toilet and escape out of the window' but I thought 'what the hell, lets just get on with this'.
As it happened it wasn't as daunting as I thought it'd be and they threw in a free dinner so I was happy! And luckily I got called back to the next stage - a normal interview where I can talk about myself to my hearts content!!!
"So Polly, tell us about yourself.............."
"Well, where do I begin................."!!!!
Monday, 26 March 2007
The Forty Days of Lent!
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this in any previous blogs - I know I ramble on a bit at times - but I'm on lent at the moment - no sweets or chocolate from pancake day to Easter Sunday, its hell!
Now I don't do it for religious reasons, its not to repent for my sins or to feel deprived - its purely because I have a serious Haribo and Malteser problem!
Actually I've done lent since I was a little girl, probably since I was 6 or 7. It was a tradition I did with my Grandma and have continued it in her absense ever since, keep the memory alive and do it for her. I've never cheated, I have been tempted many a time but have always managed to put the lid back on the sweetie jar and walk away!
By this time though I start to find it hard, less than 2 weeks to go and the Easter Eggs are everywhere, I can practically smell them the minute I walk into the supermarket and don't even get me started on the pick n mix in Woolworths - I dream about it most nights - Brad Pitt move over, I'm thinking cola bottles and liquorice allsorts, fruit pastilles and wine gums, chocolate fudge cake and box after box of Celebrations!!!! The adverts on the telly are pretty bad too - I've started to avoid the adverts just before and after Corrie - you know the really annoying ones with 'Trudy'?!? I don't even like dark chocolate but when she bites into that Dark Flake I find myself salivating just a little! Its a good job I live alone!!!
The worst thing is people think they can make you cheat - they sit and eat a Mars Bar in front of you and do the;
"Hmmmmmm, this is lovely............would you like a bite....go on, you know you want to.....just a little bite...no one will know"
Its just not funny - why would you want to encourage someone to fail? I'm stronger than them anyway, I can guarantee I won't break - I have that dream to look forward to every night - and come Easter Sunday that dream will be reality- that chocolate egg is going to taste like the best egg ever. All my friends and family will see for a whole day is me surrounded by sweet wrappers with chocolate round my mouth - like a big kid.
13 days and counting...................
Now I don't do it for religious reasons, its not to repent for my sins or to feel deprived - its purely because I have a serious Haribo and Malteser problem!
Actually I've done lent since I was a little girl, probably since I was 6 or 7. It was a tradition I did with my Grandma and have continued it in her absense ever since, keep the memory alive and do it for her. I've never cheated, I have been tempted many a time but have always managed to put the lid back on the sweetie jar and walk away!
By this time though I start to find it hard, less than 2 weeks to go and the Easter Eggs are everywhere, I can practically smell them the minute I walk into the supermarket and don't even get me started on the pick n mix in Woolworths - I dream about it most nights - Brad Pitt move over, I'm thinking cola bottles and liquorice allsorts, fruit pastilles and wine gums, chocolate fudge cake and box after box of Celebrations!!!! The adverts on the telly are pretty bad too - I've started to avoid the adverts just before and after Corrie - you know the really annoying ones with 'Trudy'?!? I don't even like dark chocolate but when she bites into that Dark Flake I find myself salivating just a little! Its a good job I live alone!!!
The worst thing is people think they can make you cheat - they sit and eat a Mars Bar in front of you and do the;
"Hmmmmmm, this is lovely............would you like a bite....go on, you know you want to.....just a little bite...no one will know"
Its just not funny - why would you want to encourage someone to fail? I'm stronger than them anyway, I can guarantee I won't break - I have that dream to look forward to every night - and come Easter Sunday that dream will be reality- that chocolate egg is going to taste like the best egg ever. All my friends and family will see for a whole day is me surrounded by sweet wrappers with chocolate round my mouth - like a big kid.
13 days and counting...................
Thursday, 22 March 2007
Payday Blues!!!!
God how awful is the last week before payday?!
My fridge is empty and my evening meals are getting more and more boring with the remains of whats left - ham and houmous sandwich last night (think the houmous was a little past its best too but never mind) and I think alphabet spaghetti this evening - left over from a somewhat jovial shopping trip - probably on my way back from the pub!!!!
I, like so many, live for payday - life seems easier, my mood is brighter and I feel more positive! I don't like to budget at the best of times but when your skint and waiting to get paid its even more depressing having to plan what you have left - which means no fun stuff - no nipping to the supermarket on the way home after a bad day to buy a posh tea and your favourite bottle of vino - no treating yourself to those fabulous shoes you saw last week to cheer yourself up - and no long evenings in the pub drinking a nice Merlot - its half a lager and lime that tastes like its been poured straight from the drip tray and a packet of dry roasted - if I'm lucky!
Now I have very little self control at the best of times so when my lovely friend asked if I fancied going for a cheeky glass of wine and a spot of lunch today (even though we do it ever Friday lunch as well), I just found I couldn't resist. After a long and boring morning at work, some lunch, wine and girlie conversation was just what i needed - and although I knew I couldn't afford it I thought 'what the hell' - and what a lovely lunch it was too. So I walked (and stumbled a little - hiccup) back to the office feeling a bit guilty - it dawned on me that if I wasn't so quick to spend all my money as soon as I got paid I'd have enough to see me through the month and wouldn't have that last week of payday blues! Seems so simple but I know next month I'll do exactly the same.
But my friends are in the same position - we're all as bad as each other - in fact when one of the girls realised she'd ran out of gin last night and she'd had a bad day, she opted for opening that bottle of babycham that had been in her fridge for god knows how long - you see, payday desperation!
So this weekend will be interesting, if I get desperate there's always the half bottle of cooking wine left over from a casserole, a bottle of tequila I've had for about 9 years, or the Cherry Lambrini I bought last summer - must have been the week before payday!
Party at mine anyone?
My fridge is empty and my evening meals are getting more and more boring with the remains of whats left - ham and houmous sandwich last night (think the houmous was a little past its best too but never mind) and I think alphabet spaghetti this evening - left over from a somewhat jovial shopping trip - probably on my way back from the pub!!!!
I, like so many, live for payday - life seems easier, my mood is brighter and I feel more positive! I don't like to budget at the best of times but when your skint and waiting to get paid its even more depressing having to plan what you have left - which means no fun stuff - no nipping to the supermarket on the way home after a bad day to buy a posh tea and your favourite bottle of vino - no treating yourself to those fabulous shoes you saw last week to cheer yourself up - and no long evenings in the pub drinking a nice Merlot - its half a lager and lime that tastes like its been poured straight from the drip tray and a packet of dry roasted - if I'm lucky!
Now I have very little self control at the best of times so when my lovely friend asked if I fancied going for a cheeky glass of wine and a spot of lunch today (even though we do it ever Friday lunch as well), I just found I couldn't resist. After a long and boring morning at work, some lunch, wine and girlie conversation was just what i needed - and although I knew I couldn't afford it I thought 'what the hell' - and what a lovely lunch it was too. So I walked (and stumbled a little - hiccup) back to the office feeling a bit guilty - it dawned on me that if I wasn't so quick to spend all my money as soon as I got paid I'd have enough to see me through the month and wouldn't have that last week of payday blues! Seems so simple but I know next month I'll do exactly the same.
But my friends are in the same position - we're all as bad as each other - in fact when one of the girls realised she'd ran out of gin last night and she'd had a bad day, she opted for opening that bottle of babycham that had been in her fridge for god knows how long - you see, payday desperation!
So this weekend will be interesting, if I get desperate there's always the half bottle of cooking wine left over from a casserole, a bottle of tequila I've had for about 9 years, or the Cherry Lambrini I bought last summer - must have been the week before payday!
Party at mine anyone?
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
The Internet Generation!
I've decided to join the realms of Internet users out there and get installed at home.
I know its hard to believe I don't already have it what with my blog, myspace, facebook, etc but its something I've never got round to - but it getting difficult fitting everything into my lunch hour (OK, well maybe I play sometimes when I should be working but we'll keep that between ourselves OK!).
Now I think I'm a fairly intelligent young woman. I can programme my video and set the timer on my boiler all by myself so I'm pretty technologically minded!!! I've always been pretty good with computers so I thought getting something as simple as broadband fitted would be a piece of cake - wrong!
So I contacted my mate who owns a computer business and asked for his advice. The conversation went like this;
Polly:
"I want the Internet at home but I've not got a phone line installed - can I do it without one? Can I get one of those wireless thingy-me-jobbies"?
Ted:
"Of course you can have the Internet without a phone line, just ask a fairy to sprinkle some magic dust over your computer and you'll be set up. In other words Polly, GET A FRIKIN PHONE LINE"
That told me then! Looking back I didn't really think my question through did I?
So I started ringing round to get a phone line installed - BT seemed the first choice but as I was halfway through the conversation the phone line died and I was cut off - pretty poor to say I was talking to one of the UKs largest telecoms providers! Might go elsewhere! Then there's the actual Internet itself - its all 'mega bites this' and 'gigabytes that' and download speeds and usage and blah, blah, blah! I just want to write my blog and talk to my friends online - is that too much to ask???
So in the meantime my computer is sat looking lonely in the spare room with me giving it daily reassurance that one day soon I will at least switch it on!
I better go and ring BT again................it could take me all day to get through............and then get cut off again!
Don't you just love technology? We've come along way since the invention of the wheel!!!!
I know its hard to believe I don't already have it what with my blog, myspace, facebook, etc but its something I've never got round to - but it getting difficult fitting everything into my lunch hour (OK, well maybe I play sometimes when I should be working but we'll keep that between ourselves OK!).
Now I think I'm a fairly intelligent young woman. I can programme my video and set the timer on my boiler all by myself so I'm pretty technologically minded!!! I've always been pretty good with computers so I thought getting something as simple as broadband fitted would be a piece of cake - wrong!
So I contacted my mate who owns a computer business and asked for his advice. The conversation went like this;
Polly:
"I want the Internet at home but I've not got a phone line installed - can I do it without one? Can I get one of those wireless thingy-me-jobbies"?
Ted:
"Of course you can have the Internet without a phone line, just ask a fairy to sprinkle some magic dust over your computer and you'll be set up. In other words Polly, GET A FRIKIN PHONE LINE"
That told me then! Looking back I didn't really think my question through did I?
So I started ringing round to get a phone line installed - BT seemed the first choice but as I was halfway through the conversation the phone line died and I was cut off - pretty poor to say I was talking to one of the UKs largest telecoms providers! Might go elsewhere! Then there's the actual Internet itself - its all 'mega bites this' and 'gigabytes that' and download speeds and usage and blah, blah, blah! I just want to write my blog and talk to my friends online - is that too much to ask???
So in the meantime my computer is sat looking lonely in the spare room with me giving it daily reassurance that one day soon I will at least switch it on!
I better go and ring BT again................it could take me all day to get through............and then get cut off again!
Don't you just love technology? We've come along way since the invention of the wheel!!!!
Monday, 19 March 2007
I Love my Mum!!!
Oh dear, have just realised its been nearly 2 weeks since my last post - I'd like to say its because I've been crazy busy and simply haven't had time but in fact, I just kept forgetting!!!!!
Anyway, I'm back now so that's the main thing!
So, did you all spoil your Mums yesterday? I hope so! I cooked an excellent roast dinner - if I do say so myself - and a good time seemed to be had by all. As usual I cooked for about 8 people when in fact there were just the 4 of us and I did what I've been telling my mum off for doing for years
"..Is every ones warm enough.."
"....Can I get anyone more gravy...carrots....yorkshire puddings...."
"oh I apologise if the potatoes are a bit crispy, I left them in the oven for 10 minutes too long..."
You know the kind of thing - fussing!!!!
I have to say, although I'm not a great cook, I'm certainly getting better and more confident the more I try and those who have eaten in my kitchen have lived to tell the tale so that's always a good sign!
My Mum seemed to enjoy herself - I wanted to make sure she was pampered and didn't have to lift a finger - and of course the half bottle of rose she had certainly helped too!!!! My sister had driven up from Banbury to surprise her which was lovely and we all enjoyed spending some time together, all 4 of us - it doesn't happen very often!
So, as the night drew on, me and my dad did our usual trick of drinking every drop of red wine in sight so now, once again, I'm feeling a little hungover. I dread to think how my mum is - she only has to sniff a shandy and she's bedridden for the day!
But on a sentimental note, we should be pampering our Mums (and Dads) everyday, not just wait for a silly commercialised day to say thank you and let them know they're appreciated. My Mum, over the years, has gone from being the person I used to fight with like cat and dog, to my friend. The relationship between Mother and daughter is a very special one and I'm lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my Mum. We enjoy shopping trips together, we enjoy going to the theatre, we go out for nice lunches and I can't let many days pass without at least speaking to her on the phone. She's there for me when I need her and is always a shoulder to cry on, or even give me a reality check when I'm being ridiculous or my 'drama queen' status gets out of hand.
So remember, parents are for life....not just there to buy you presents at Christmas!!!
Anyway, I'm back now so that's the main thing!
So, did you all spoil your Mums yesterday? I hope so! I cooked an excellent roast dinner - if I do say so myself - and a good time seemed to be had by all. As usual I cooked for about 8 people when in fact there were just the 4 of us and I did what I've been telling my mum off for doing for years
"..Is every ones warm enough.."
"....Can I get anyone more gravy...carrots....yorkshire puddings...."
"oh I apologise if the potatoes are a bit crispy, I left them in the oven for 10 minutes too long..."
You know the kind of thing - fussing!!!!
I have to say, although I'm not a great cook, I'm certainly getting better and more confident the more I try and those who have eaten in my kitchen have lived to tell the tale so that's always a good sign!
My Mum seemed to enjoy herself - I wanted to make sure she was pampered and didn't have to lift a finger - and of course the half bottle of rose she had certainly helped too!!!! My sister had driven up from Banbury to surprise her which was lovely and we all enjoyed spending some time together, all 4 of us - it doesn't happen very often!
So, as the night drew on, me and my dad did our usual trick of drinking every drop of red wine in sight so now, once again, I'm feeling a little hungover. I dread to think how my mum is - she only has to sniff a shandy and she's bedridden for the day!
But on a sentimental note, we should be pampering our Mums (and Dads) everyday, not just wait for a silly commercialised day to say thank you and let them know they're appreciated. My Mum, over the years, has gone from being the person I used to fight with like cat and dog, to my friend. The relationship between Mother and daughter is a very special one and I'm lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my Mum. We enjoy shopping trips together, we enjoy going to the theatre, we go out for nice lunches and I can't let many days pass without at least speaking to her on the phone. She's there for me when I need her and is always a shoulder to cry on, or even give me a reality check when I'm being ridiculous or my 'drama queen' status gets out of hand.
So remember, parents are for life....not just there to buy you presents at Christmas!!!
Monday, 5 March 2007
A Killer Evening!
So I have to tell you about Sunday evening. I went to see The Killers and I was lucky enough to watch them from one of the private boxes at the Arena. It was amazing!!!!!
Now I've discussed previously about my 'disadvantage' when I normally go to see bands, I'm only 5'4 so I spend the whole time on tip toes or jumping up and down just so I can catch a glimpse of the band. This time it was totally different, we had a perfect view of the stage, we could sit down, we could stand up - we even had a fridge in the corner packed full of beer - which we took full advantage of!!!
The Killers were amazing, definitely one of the best concerts I've been to, and I've been to a lot over the years!!!! We sung our hearts out, we danced - I screamed a lot and was informed by my mate that I definitely need to work on my 'whoop'. Its too girly, needs to be brought down an octave or two apparently!!!!
Seeing a band from a box is totally different, whereas I appreciate the atmosphere is amazing when your in the thick of it at the front, my crowd surfing days are well and truly over and I enjoyed being able to relax and enjoy the show rather than being pushed all over the place and getting soaked. God I sound old!!!!
So Monday at work was pretty much a write off - I spent most of the day with my head down the loo with a hangover and had lost my voice due to singing all night. Even a bacon and sausage sandwich couldn't sort me out so I knew I must have been bad!
Very rock n roll!!!!! I can't wait for the next time!
..............he doesn't look a thing like jesus...........!!!!
Now I've discussed previously about my 'disadvantage' when I normally go to see bands, I'm only 5'4 so I spend the whole time on tip toes or jumping up and down just so I can catch a glimpse of the band. This time it was totally different, we had a perfect view of the stage, we could sit down, we could stand up - we even had a fridge in the corner packed full of beer - which we took full advantage of!!!
The Killers were amazing, definitely one of the best concerts I've been to, and I've been to a lot over the years!!!! We sung our hearts out, we danced - I screamed a lot and was informed by my mate that I definitely need to work on my 'whoop'. Its too girly, needs to be brought down an octave or two apparently!!!!
Seeing a band from a box is totally different, whereas I appreciate the atmosphere is amazing when your in the thick of it at the front, my crowd surfing days are well and truly over and I enjoyed being able to relax and enjoy the show rather than being pushed all over the place and getting soaked. God I sound old!!!!
So Monday at work was pretty much a write off - I spent most of the day with my head down the loo with a hangover and had lost my voice due to singing all night. Even a bacon and sausage sandwich couldn't sort me out so I knew I must have been bad!
Very rock n roll!!!!! I can't wait for the next time!
..............he doesn't look a thing like jesus...........!!!!
Tuesday, 27 February 2007
The Rowdy Crew!
So this weekend me and the girls headed off down south for our friends engagement party. The sat nav was set, the car packed full and the Girls Aloud CD was playing.
Despite a car of 4 girls, we got to our friends house in one piece and without any dramas, in fact the most difficult part of the whole journey was working out how to unpack our bags from the car!!!
Since it was a weekend of merriment and celebration it seemed only natural to start drinking pretty much straight away. I'd been out the night before so I think I just topped myself up! Before long the alcohol started to take effect. We got louder, we got ruder and we got cheekier!
So the party was pretty tame when we arrived and everyone seemed sober (apart from us). We'd only been there for about 30 minutes when one of the girls took the chicken fillet from her bra and started passing it around the table, we thought it was hilarious but by the looks on the faces of the other guests around the table I got the impression they weren't so amused!!!!!
As the night progressed we got rowdier and rowdier - we took lots of pictures of our boobs and cleavages, we drew pictures all over the table cloth, we abused the DJ who was a chain smoking country and western fan who subjected us to songs like Cotton Eyed Joe all night. We took over his dance floor, badly at times - especially when one of the girls couldn't do the Macerena so put the YMCA moves to it instead! We laughed loudly, swore loudly and had a bloody brilliant night. We'd all looked so classy and fabulous when we arrived at the party but we were all going home looking a little dishevelled, and thanks to a food fight at the end of the night, a few of the girls went home with half the buffet down their cleavages and in their hair! We stole the balloon settings from the centres of the tables and then had to try and get in a taxi with them, we got to our friend's apartment and realised we didn't have a key so progressed to push every intercom button (must remember to tell my mate to apologise to her neighbours!). Of course you try to be quiet, you do the "SHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" putting a finger to your lips like its going to help but you actually end up making more noise doing that than having a full on conversation! Oh how alcohol deludes us!
So all 9 or 10 of us make our way into the 2 bedroomed flat and on goes computer games. Eventually we all fell asleep curled up on the floor until 5am the next morning. Our mates younger cousin had been sick - like projectile and it was everywhere. The flat is brand new so obviously the mop, bucket and bleach were brought out for the clean up operation. We managed to fall back to sleep and left our friend to it but then shortly after I was woken by an almighty noise, what could it be - a nearby freight train? a digger starting work outside? an earthquake? NO - it was my mates snoring! You've never heard anything like it in your life - I ended up sleeping in the hall way by the front door and our abandoned shoes! She also managed to get her foot caught in her PJ bottoms and fell over revealing her bare arse to us all. Its a good job none of us embarrass easily!
We weren't quite so rowdy the following day - hangovers were all too present...........nothing that a couple of bacon sandwiches couldn't sort out though.
Maybe I'll detox for a day or two..............
Despite a car of 4 girls, we got to our friends house in one piece and without any dramas, in fact the most difficult part of the whole journey was working out how to unpack our bags from the car!!!
Since it was a weekend of merriment and celebration it seemed only natural to start drinking pretty much straight away. I'd been out the night before so I think I just topped myself up! Before long the alcohol started to take effect. We got louder, we got ruder and we got cheekier!
So the party was pretty tame when we arrived and everyone seemed sober (apart from us). We'd only been there for about 30 minutes when one of the girls took the chicken fillet from her bra and started passing it around the table, we thought it was hilarious but by the looks on the faces of the other guests around the table I got the impression they weren't so amused!!!!!
As the night progressed we got rowdier and rowdier - we took lots of pictures of our boobs and cleavages, we drew pictures all over the table cloth, we abused the DJ who was a chain smoking country and western fan who subjected us to songs like Cotton Eyed Joe all night. We took over his dance floor, badly at times - especially when one of the girls couldn't do the Macerena so put the YMCA moves to it instead! We laughed loudly, swore loudly and had a bloody brilliant night. We'd all looked so classy and fabulous when we arrived at the party but we were all going home looking a little dishevelled, and thanks to a food fight at the end of the night, a few of the girls went home with half the buffet down their cleavages and in their hair! We stole the balloon settings from the centres of the tables and then had to try and get in a taxi with them, we got to our friend's apartment and realised we didn't have a key so progressed to push every intercom button (must remember to tell my mate to apologise to her neighbours!). Of course you try to be quiet, you do the "SHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" putting a finger to your lips like its going to help but you actually end up making more noise doing that than having a full on conversation! Oh how alcohol deludes us!
So all 9 or 10 of us make our way into the 2 bedroomed flat and on goes computer games. Eventually we all fell asleep curled up on the floor until 5am the next morning. Our mates younger cousin had been sick - like projectile and it was everywhere. The flat is brand new so obviously the mop, bucket and bleach were brought out for the clean up operation. We managed to fall back to sleep and left our friend to it but then shortly after I was woken by an almighty noise, what could it be - a nearby freight train? a digger starting work outside? an earthquake? NO - it was my mates snoring! You've never heard anything like it in your life - I ended up sleeping in the hall way by the front door and our abandoned shoes! She also managed to get her foot caught in her PJ bottoms and fell over revealing her bare arse to us all. Its a good job none of us embarrass easily!
We weren't quite so rowdy the following day - hangovers were all too present...........nothing that a couple of bacon sandwiches couldn't sort out though.
Maybe I'll detox for a day or two..............
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
Women Drivers!
So, you remember the new car I bought just a few weeks ago?
I bashed it at the weekend!!!
No one was hurt, no one else was involved - just me, the Venga Bus and a couple of bollards that got in my way!!!
I still don't know how I did it or - or how I was so stupid. I'd only nipped to the Co-op for a pint of milk - I wish I hadn't bothered. I reversed out of my spot, heard an almighty scraping noise and instantly got that sick feeling of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to look at first and I could see some old dear just pointing to the area I'd hit and I knew it wasn't good - I don't know if the woman was senile or just damn cruel but I wanted to knock her false teeth out when she started laughing. Maybe the sight of me stood swearing like a trucker and crying was a funny sight but I was devastated.
I got back in the car and steadily drove home. I parked it where no one could see the car and suddenly realised that all the novelty had gone - I didn't want the car anymore - it was trash to me now!!!
I went upstairs and did what any grown up woman would do...............I rang my mum for a good cry! Bless her, she was lovely - she's bashed a few cars (mostly my Dads)in her time - one particular memorable time being when she left the handbrake off my Dads car and it ended up rolling down the drive and into the garage. I was trying to watch Brookside at the time and it didn't half make a racket. There were plenty of tears too!!! The garage door handle left a really nice indentation in the back of my Dads Toyota!!!!
Anyway, once she'd calmed me down I went back outside to assess the damage - it wasn't quite as bad as I'd first thought. There was paint from the bollards all over the car which made it look worse but once I'd rubbed it down it didn't look so bad - well not if you squint and tilt your head to the left a bit.
But its just a car, she'll be back to new in no time once she's had a minor bit of work done (a bit of Botox for the car!).
In future I'll walk to the Co-op when I want a pint of milk though!!!!
I bashed it at the weekend!!!
No one was hurt, no one else was involved - just me, the Venga Bus and a couple of bollards that got in my way!!!
I still don't know how I did it or - or how I was so stupid. I'd only nipped to the Co-op for a pint of milk - I wish I hadn't bothered. I reversed out of my spot, heard an almighty scraping noise and instantly got that sick feeling of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to look at first and I could see some old dear just pointing to the area I'd hit and I knew it wasn't good - I don't know if the woman was senile or just damn cruel but I wanted to knock her false teeth out when she started laughing. Maybe the sight of me stood swearing like a trucker and crying was a funny sight but I was devastated.
I got back in the car and steadily drove home. I parked it where no one could see the car and suddenly realised that all the novelty had gone - I didn't want the car anymore - it was trash to me now!!!
I went upstairs and did what any grown up woman would do...............I rang my mum for a good cry! Bless her, she was lovely - she's bashed a few cars (mostly my Dads)in her time - one particular memorable time being when she left the handbrake off my Dads car and it ended up rolling down the drive and into the garage. I was trying to watch Brookside at the time and it didn't half make a racket. There were plenty of tears too!!! The garage door handle left a really nice indentation in the back of my Dads Toyota!!!!
Anyway, once she'd calmed me down I went back outside to assess the damage - it wasn't quite as bad as I'd first thought. There was paint from the bollards all over the car which made it look worse but once I'd rubbed it down it didn't look so bad - well not if you squint and tilt your head to the left a bit.
But its just a car, she'll be back to new in no time once she's had a minor bit of work done (a bit of Botox for the car!).
In future I'll walk to the Co-op when I want a pint of milk though!!!!
Friday, 16 February 2007
Thursday, 15 February 2007
Valentines Day Blues
Does any single person like Valentines Day? Do many 'couples' actually like it for that matter?
Why do we have to have a specific day allocated to showing love for your other half? Surely if you're in a relationship you should tell the person your with how you feel every day? And if you fancy someone does it really take an anonymous pink and red card to get it started? How do we manage the rest of the year?
So we all established years ago that Valentines Day is a commercial money making scheme - and a very successful one at that. The florists, the restaurants, the card shops, the chocolate makers (the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker..) they all make a fortune from it.
But done badly or...god forbid...forgotten, and it could be curtains for some relationships. Many men just forget - or think its a waste of time and money. You can't blame them in some ways but every couple is bullied into doing something 'special'. Now when I'm in a relationship I love Valentines Day. Last year me and 'the ex' couldn't get into a restaurant so he cooked for me. It was actually far nicer to have a cosy meal and curl in front of the telly exchanging a few daft gifts (or Armani cuff links as I stupidly bought - god the money you waste!) and drinking wine (one of my favourite past times). I don't fancy sitting in a restaurant trying to outdo the couple next to you or watch people showing very public displays of affection.
So I move onto Valentines Day as a single gal. It sucked. Well, it wasn't that bad to be honest - I got a card delivered to work - a really nice one too but it wasn't the same. I drank Peach Bellini's and got quite drunk and consoled myself on the fact that I hadn't had to fork out more money on gifts I can't afford (god, Armani cuff links for Valentines Day Polly - what were you thinking? It must have been love!!!!)
So, next year I hope that they either cancel the day altogether - or alternatively I have a nice fella to spoil me!
So raise your glasses (of Peach Bellini's) to single life..............and the fact that Valentines Day is over for another year!
Why do we have to have a specific day allocated to showing love for your other half? Surely if you're in a relationship you should tell the person your with how you feel every day? And if you fancy someone does it really take an anonymous pink and red card to get it started? How do we manage the rest of the year?
So we all established years ago that Valentines Day is a commercial money making scheme - and a very successful one at that. The florists, the restaurants, the card shops, the chocolate makers (the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker..) they all make a fortune from it.
But done badly or...god forbid...forgotten, and it could be curtains for some relationships. Many men just forget - or think its a waste of time and money. You can't blame them in some ways but every couple is bullied into doing something 'special'. Now when I'm in a relationship I love Valentines Day. Last year me and 'the ex' couldn't get into a restaurant so he cooked for me. It was actually far nicer to have a cosy meal and curl in front of the telly exchanging a few daft gifts (or Armani cuff links as I stupidly bought - god the money you waste!) and drinking wine (one of my favourite past times). I don't fancy sitting in a restaurant trying to outdo the couple next to you or watch people showing very public displays of affection.
So I move onto Valentines Day as a single gal. It sucked. Well, it wasn't that bad to be honest - I got a card delivered to work - a really nice one too but it wasn't the same. I drank Peach Bellini's and got quite drunk and consoled myself on the fact that I hadn't had to fork out more money on gifts I can't afford (god, Armani cuff links for Valentines Day Polly - what were you thinking? It must have been love!!!!)
So, next year I hope that they either cancel the day altogether - or alternatively I have a nice fella to spoil me!
So raise your glasses (of Peach Bellini's) to single life..............and the fact that Valentines Day is over for another year!
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