A lot has been occurring of late, most of which I did not feel comfortable blogging about until now...so here goes...
There was much snow and no server for many days so Cathryn and I, once we'd got rid of the management managed to create this terribly productive and artsy portrayl of The Venus De Milo combined with Veronica Lake before we got bored and cold and went home... good day spent at work...woop!...Also totally out classed the regular shaped snowman down the road made by another garage... yeah, we's a classy kinda bird at the MMC!.... in your face Mr Stephens (A level art teacher who made my life miserable for 2 years) my D grade in Art totally paid off!
The following day the curly one and I went to a party where he got drunk and twattish and I walked out... I didn't go home again for over a week.Suffice to say he and I have been having some problems of late and while he has been vastly more twattish in the past while fueled with booze, this was the last straw... I stayed with Cathryn, who doubtless got terribly bored of me moping about the place by the end of it but will always be too polite to say anything other than 'it was a pleasure to have you there.'
I spent Valentines day without my husband getting terribly drunk and progressively miserable in a pub with some friends and then Sunday went to a vintage fashion fayre in Bristol (shopping totally out of character) but actually had a lovely day with my girly friends and spent the evening hanging out with my much missed boys who managed to fuel me with enough geekery to stock up my dwindling supplies... I also joined in with the famed pub quiz, where my knowledge of the faces of aging celebrities proved useful (though how useful I am not sure as I still don't know how we did as I had to leave before the results)... there were also some excellent collaborative drawings put forward by Matt "no they're not jack boots" Smith and the lovely Mr Ben of mechanically engineered dinosaurs and pigs riding flaming horses... some beer may have been consumed.
It was actually waiting on the train station platform that I realised that I wanted to go home....so the following day, I did...
Bob has been replaced by a pod person, he is positive and pro-active and clean living...not the man I married!... I can't fault him... I on the other hand am still a bit of a mess... I'm hoping I can sort my shit out so that I can really give him the chance he deserves, give us that chance... man, marriage is hard!
Along with all of this personal emotional trauma, some friends of ours lost thier 10 month old son to a rare genetic disorder, which was enormously tragic and another friend lost his father under equally tragic circumstances - the world is a cruel place sometimes...
The cosmic chaos is just being mean now... it's not fun or freeing anymore...it's just painful, raw and tiring...
I need a holiday
