“For you and I are past our dancing days”
I thought that it was about time that I wrote an actual post – my about me section was quite long and I kind of forgot that it wasn’t actually a post.
Not much has been happening in my little world; I had a lovely long weekend off that went way too quickly -Saturday I went to view a flat with my Graeme and my Fiona. We fell in love with the place, it’s the old Dundee Royal Infirmary and is beautiful on the outside and actually very modern inside; you go in and there is a huge living room and open plan kitchen which is actually tucked away almost but is quite large at the same time. The walls all have glass blocks built into them in rows. There is one room downstairs with an ensuite and then you head upstairs where there is a mezzanine with an amazing wrought iron balcony and then there is another bedroom upstairs also with an ensuite. The only thing is we assumed we’d be able to say “grand yes please” but no no we have to apply and get bank references, then the guy who actually owns the place decides on our application and on what the letting agent thought about us. We made him laugh so are hoping that we made him laugh enough to recommend us. Fingers crossed please. I am an atheist so have varying views on religion, but I have however been praying to some higher faith that we get the flat. I’ve been encouraging Graeme to do the same but he says I am half hearted atheist – I guess I am, it’s just that the flat felt right and I could see us in there. I was off work today and it was great, went into town with Fiona and we pottered about town, I needed to head to the bank to check some things through and then went into work to pick up some pay slips where I was lured in by the sale – I know I know – I have none of the green stuff at all which is actually why I wanted the friggin pay slips – but I was lured by a grey cashmere frilly cardigan which id had my eye on for ages. I walked from the sale section to the shoe section which is a lethal combination - I found some gorgeous deep navy platforms that remind me of a shoe Prada did, they are suede and patent and slide on and I just had to have them. If I’m being honest they were only £19.50 and then I get my staff discount…. so bargain oui?? I am also deciding what to have for my 21st -the options are becoming endless; I actually don’t have a working laptop anymore as I have a laptop that isn’t playing the laptop game, the result being that my mother thinks that I should get a new one which sounds great as I love the apple Mac notebook in white but then my nana thinks that I should have something special and something I would never be able to buy myself, she has always wanted to get me some real pearls as she thinks they are and always will be a classic and the other option is a real Mulberry or Prada handbag. So I really don’t know – any advice from readers would be much appreciated? Do I be sensible or damn well reckless as my nanny is right – I would never be able to buy myself some Prada. And like I said in my about me bit – a brother from some Prada, a fair swap wouldn’t you agree. I have as of late been questioning the ever unquestionable world of relationships and romance – I mean does one exist without the other? In fact nowadays I wonder where the romance has gone; when working in the run up to Valentines day I was amused and shocked to see the absolute lack of care when valentines cards were thrown down with what I can only describe as venom, now I am fully aware and full appreciate that valentines day is appallingly tacky and a commercial bomb but it did get me thinking why and when did it not become okay to be expressive to someone you love. Graeme doesn’t understand why I get ever so slightly pissed at not being given an anniversary card on our first year anniversary or not being given a valentines card last year - I did receive one this year but I think it was more out of fear of getting an ass whipping than anything else. I sometimes look at some old couples who look so in love and it makes me ache and I think to myself that you don’t see that so much anymore. I definitely didn’t see it with my parents and especially not now they have done down the Dolly Parton road of D.I.V.O.R.C.E so my opinion on romance and relationships has changed and I think it can make my relationship with Graeme more difficult… My only example of a relationship has been my parents and the grandparents – both have always been dysfunctional – my parents for example should have divorced a very long time ago and I think prolonged it for the sake of me and my brother when in truth we just wanted them to get on with it. And then there are my grandparents who I love dearly and who are my life, they celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary next January and that is phenomenal but again in truth they are each others companions now – they have weathered some storms in their time and now its mutual and quiet company that they provide each other. It just makes me wonder where all the butterflies go, where all the sparkle goes… are relationships like champagne all sparkly and bubbly until they go flat? I guess you just have to have the guts to go through with it regardless if it ends up like … well… spilt champagne.
I am going to end it here because I am tired and my general Tuesday evenings include watching CSI and then going to bed and listening to my ipod until the land of sleep welcomes me – which is what I hope it does in the next hour.
Shona
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