So I was going to go into detail on how the pub thing went, but actually I think it'd be pretty boring for those of you... and that's all of you... who don't have the detailed backstory. I didn't blog it before I went grey. Sort of a sore spot.
Suffice it to say that I felt pretty vindicated meeting all the old faces and talking to people. I didn't even have to give my side of the story. Basically I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I kept in touch with a guy and his wife who I really got on with, and one other older couple who likewise, I got on with especially well. Other than that, I just disappeared. I didn't want to go back and drag up all the old mud, and as I say I didn't have to. Allot of people said allot of nice things, like I was missed, and that they wish my partner and his girlfriend had been the ones to go, and we'd stayed instead. Now it looks like things are going to turn out for the better. I got the money I put in to the project out when I walked (just walked up to the safe, emptied it and walked out actually
) so there's nothing from that point of view to sort out.
My partner and his girlfriend are no longer welcome in the pub, or the village in general. They've pissed off pretty much everyone.
In other news I'm finally scraping myself out of the rut I'd found myself in work wise. Cash flow problems are lifting, and my motivation is increasing too. I'm fine when I'm doing well, but when I'm struggling a bit I have a bit of a "what's the point" attitude. Not good at struggling for small amounts of money, which is stupid I know. The joys of self employment!
The weather is getting colder, and frankly I'm pleased. I hate half arsed weather, and this summer... well what summer? I always think of homeless people at this time of year, and feel a bit guilty for liking the cold. It's been ages since I randomly gave a homeless person a decent sized note. Perhaps I'll make it a promise to myself to do that this week. I'm not exactly flush but comparatively speaking: get a grip.
I also need to promise myself to go out and do something fun a couple of times a week (not just getting pissed in the pub with mates). My friends by the way, are shite. Not you lot I don't mean, my live action friends(
).
Fun stuff = fun journals no? I hate all this boring crap! Love to you all
Suffice it to say that I felt pretty vindicated meeting all the old faces and talking to people. I didn't even have to give my side of the story. Basically I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I kept in touch with a guy and his wife who I really got on with, and one other older couple who likewise, I got on with especially well. Other than that, I just disappeared. I didn't want to go back and drag up all the old mud, and as I say I didn't have to. Allot of people said allot of nice things, like I was missed, and that they wish my partner and his girlfriend had been the ones to go, and we'd stayed instead. Now it looks like things are going to turn out for the better. I got the money I put in to the project out when I walked (just walked up to the safe, emptied it and walked out actually
) so there's nothing from that point of view to sort out.
My partner and his girlfriend are no longer welcome in the pub, or the village in general. They've pissed off pretty much everyone.
In other news I'm finally scraping myself out of the rut I'd found myself in work wise. Cash flow problems are lifting, and my motivation is increasing too. I'm fine when I'm doing well, but when I'm struggling a bit I have a bit of a "what's the point" attitude. Not good at struggling for small amounts of money, which is stupid I know. The joys of self employment!
The weather is getting colder, and frankly I'm pleased. I hate half arsed weather, and this summer... well what summer? I always think of homeless people at this time of year, and feel a bit guilty for liking the cold. It's been ages since I randomly gave a homeless person a decent sized note. Perhaps I'll make it a promise to myself to do that this week. I'm not exactly flush but comparatively speaking: get a grip.
I also need to promise myself to go out and do something fun a couple of times a week (not just getting pissed in the pub with mates). My friends by the way, are shite. Not you lot I don't mean, my live action friends(
).
Fun stuff = fun journals no? I hate all this boring crap! Love to you all
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Yeah, the glorious English sea side - I live right on the South Coast darling, near Portsmouth ish. So if you ever have call to be down this way, you ought to give me a shout.
Bah to the bloke, I like that. He is mewing like a spoilt kitten, isn't he. I am also indulging him far too much, I know that but I don't know what else to do. The thought of never hearing from him again is just too much to cope with
If I told you what he's been saying this afternoon you'd die, it's so over the top! He's on his way here now to drop his front door key off - I've got to give it to my dog-sitter tomorrow while I'm away dreaming naughty things about Mark Owen. Hell, I'll be dreaming naughty things about Mark Owen and the rest of them!! Hehe
Hope you're having a nice mid-week, no doubt there'll be an update very soon, if you haven't lost the will to live over it all yet!!
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