So, next week seeing the golfer, yum. And soon will see the swimmer - my favourite man. Still not heard from the bm - love of my life, but trying hard to be cool about that. Not easy. Haven't seen him since June, which is a bit much isn't it? You know what, it's okay though, because he's not the only guy. Would be hard else I really do think.
More good news - got tickets for Glastonbury. Well, mixed feelings about this really. Remember when me and the other half had the talk? You can't leave, what about Glastonbury? Will I still be here? Honestly I hope not. But the plans are moving along, and things so who knows? Will he ever talk to me about things - I rather think not, he prefers the head in the sand - or going to the pub. Still, one day he'll come home and I'll be gone. Always said I would - and he has always known how much I hate that pub. I said I wanted to petrol bomb it once - I would too! Hate it. It's hard to come second to a load of old men. And he has the cheek to be annoyed that I go on the internet and write! Oh dear!! Rant over xxx
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