Changes...

Found myself in an interesting position last Friday. New Year's party with the company. Always on these occasions I am usually one of these nice girls who bring along a nice boyfriend/husband that everyone likes and is just ... nice. This time around I was the... Sinister Spinster who stayed late and that the female spouses saw as a threat. Colleague's wife's comment "Well, I new you liked her, but you never told her she was a babe". Great, that's what I am. A babe. Hallelujah.

The weekend continued in a similar way, but with a new mantra stuck in my brain: "Out with what is old, in with what is new". You Swedes know this from New Years Eve ("ut med det gamla, in med det nya"). Am really fed up with my hotlist of guys for the moment. It's not just Mr Sketch's lack of communication but plainly because I am not interested any longer. It just disappeared. So I did a rebound on Sat night. A very cute Kiwi pilot. Lives in Auckland and is very rarely in the UK. Perfect clean out. And I am back on track.