Feeling weepy. Not sure why. Very tired. Continue reading There Is A Crack In Everything. That’s How The Light Gets In.*
I realised some time ago that one of my problems is the expectation that someone else will fix them.
Probably this explains a lot about my marriage. Even more about my attempts to recover from the end of that marriage. But other things, too. Continue reading Where Is My Knight In Shining Armour?
I don’t think about him that much any more. Well, until he sent me an email yesterday, which I found agitating. Continue reading Going Underground
They say you find out who your real friends are. I’m not sure that’s right. Continue reading I Can Count On One Hand The Friends I Lost
My ex proposed on holiday in India. The fact that there was no ring did not impinge on me until we got back to the business school where we’d met, and people started asking to see it. Continue reading A Tale Of Two Rings, or: I Am A Cheap Date, Giovanna Has Other Ideas
I’m researching a book. Had it in the back of my mind for a while now, and although it is changing shape without even being anywhere close to creation and may never come to anything, I am pleased to be doing it. Continue reading A Poster Girl for Divorce?
I can’t tell you how much I miss my cleaning lady. Continue reading After The First Four Years The Dirt Doesn’t Get Any Worse