Autumn Thoughts

No, I didn’t not fall off the face of the earth after my last blog posting. I didn’t fall at all, apart from on my tailbone at a rather boozy night last week.

Not falling around at all actually. More stable than ever. Started new job, liking it a lot, enjoying autumn in London, must be the best part of the year. Again, I always find all seasons the best parts of the year in London. Apart from maybe hot summers, cannot do them. I get swollen up and red and have distant pain in my legs. Plus everything feels dirty and sticky. Plus the clothes are always terrible unless you managed to get your blue-white skin in a slight warmer tone and you can show some of it off. Autumn, winter and early spring however is fantastic. Handsome coats, sexy boots, edgy gloves, just fantastic.

I have also come to a few conclusions about my man-finding project. After my slight crash over the Kangaroo and also after having spent 1,5 weeks in Sweden, I sat down to have a think. I have already been married, I have been proposed to, been there in the church with 120 guests in a great dress, threw the best party ever and been on a fantastic honeymoon. I have also lived with a man for 10 years, owned three flats, 4 cars, and a sailing yacht with him. I had AMPLE opportunities to have children and move to the suburb and live a conventional life with a really good man. And the only thing it all left me with was claustrophobia, anxiety and unhappiness and finally divorce. So why am trying so badly to get this again?

We don't know. All I know is the sun is shining, I am going to a date tonight (nothing really interesting, but he is a sweet guy), playing polo tomorrow and having lovely friends over tomorrow.

And I am in London.