Category Archives: Reationships

Impromptu plans

Spent last night with Katie watching bad films, that weren’t supposed to be bad but just were. For example: ‘Sharknado’ is supposed to be bad, ‘Hansel and Gretel’ is not supposed to be bad, it just is.

HP came home quite late and went straight to bed without saying a word, so I was quite surprised when, this morning when we crossed paths in the kitchen, he asked me what I was getting up to today.

For some reason I said, ‘Going to St Andrews for St Andrews Day.’ I have no idea why I said that as I had absolutely no plans to go to St Andrews and the thought hadn’t even occurred to me until it came out my mouth. Continue reading

Being upbeat is exhausting

HP got home last night around midnight, and I was still up and determined to show him that I was a new person.

He’s sorted the spare room, so he’s staying in there now, but he’d come in and went into the lounge to watch television. I had been wearing my old joggy bottoms and a giant jumper, so I threw on a pair of jeans and a nice top, ran a comb through my hair and jumped through some perfume mist. The then sashayed into the lounge with a smile on my face. Continue reading

Waiting to be positive

After spending the day working through things internally, I have decided that I need to show HP that things can be like they used to. That we can have a great time together, no drama, no complaints. Just silly chats, funny voices and positivity. Continue reading

Evidently I’m a horrible person

The alarm on my phone went off far too early this morning. I wasn’t in a rush to get to Dundee, but I couldn’t stay in Glasgow. As I flapped about Roger’s lounge, he came in and handed me a cup of tea. He then sat on the sofa and asked, ‘You know HP. He never says anything. What happened between you two?’

‘He slept with Candy and somehow decided to be mad at me about it,’ I said. Continue reading

I hate the lot of them

Why does every man in my life have to be such a horrible shit? Every single one of them is a cheating lying sack of scum.

Because Goatee can’t stand to be alone even for a second, he had yet another night planned for us. His wife is supposed to be back on Saturday, so I knew that having my companion in crime was about to come to an end. Rightfully, as soon as she returned, he’d spend all his evening with her. So, I agreed to hangout with him again tonight.

We went out to eat. Goatee had been wanting to try a new upmarket currie house that opened a few months back, but he hadn’t had a chance to do so. I had a lamb balti sag, and to be honest I don’t understand why the place was up market – other than the fact it looked like hypster haven with chalkboards for me use, things were served on a slab, and the pipes were exposed. Oh, and the prices were really expensive. The food was good, but no better than anywhere else. Continue reading

Happy Thanksgiving

Union Jack Pie

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends from across the Pond. (Tried to find a picture of a turkey with a Union Jack painted on it, but this doesn’t seem to exist. So, you’ll have to settle for a pie as my transatlantic Thanksgiving offering.)

Mum’s buying her house

Quick little bit of funny and happy news. All is going through with the sale of the house. Mortgage has been secured and offer on the house accepted. Mum called and she insisted that I read the paperwork before it’s all signed, so I told her to scan them in at work and email them to me. I can only compare it to when I bought my flat, but we went through an estate agent, so not sure I’m the person to read it through. However, she said it would make her feel better for me to read it, so I told her to send them over. After we hung up my phone rang and I answered it to a horrible screeching noise. Mum is so in the dark ages, she took the papers into work and tried to fax them to my phone. I rang her work and spoke with her boss who said she’d scan them and email them to me. What a numpty my mum is. But so happy she’s getting her house. I’m just over the moon. I wish I could be there to celebrate with her.