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The Admirer and I got invited to a bar-b-q at his boss’s (punctuation problem with that one .. never could get where the “apostrophe” goes, but you know what I mean) house last night.  The fact that he thinks his boss is a tosser is neither here nor there .. free food and wine, is free food and wine and seeing as after last week’s very expensive one, every little helps.

After the worst night ever of the other week I was not looking forward to it, although the Boss has always been very friendly when we’ve met on 2 previous occasions!  I opted to drive – as making a twat of myself in front of his boss was not, I felt, a good idea!  I wasn’t told that 1) Boss would have picked us up; or 2) Boss’s son would have dropped us home .. but hey, ho, I don’t really do very well on wine, so it was probably best in the long run (and I don’t have a hangover today – unlike some)!

There were several saving graces to the evening ..

  1. The food was excellent
  2. There was an 11 week old puppy (imagine Andrex!)
  3. The weather was kind
  4. The company was very good and very interesting
  5. There was little no golf talk, apart from who The Admirer could take to Trevose to play in a week long tournament there .. (yaay a week to myself  – *bad bad person that I am*)

HOWEVER (how come there is always a “however”)!

I had to drive The Admirer’s car home at 2.00 am.  In the dark (obviously given it was 2.00 am).  I drive it about once every 6 weeks and I can’t throw it round like my car – otherwise I would end up killing us.  (I’ve got a 1.1 Peugeot .. his is a rather large and powerful Lexus somethingorother).

I was a wee bit tired.

I was also fed up with, that towards the end of the evening, the conversation kept going back to a subject they had discussed ALL evening, mainly the mental state of a friend of theirs who had gone to “live the dream” in France and that the boss should go and see him and talk to him and try and get him to come home (potted version of the story is that bloke and wife buy dream house with accompanying gittes, pool, grounds .. husband lives “on site” and panders to, apparently, vile guests whilst the wife continues her 6 figure salaried job in England – hardly living the dream!  The husband’s mental state is precarious to say the least.)  The boss is in 2 minds as to whether it is a good idea and that when it is his time to leave it might tip the husband over the edge .. fair point .. BUT to go and show solidarity and friendship surely would help him too – if nothing more than to know that he has friends he can turn to and come home to!

Anyway it was pissedly discussed to death all evening and frankly got a little boring with the excuses made as to why the boss shouldn’t go, and the other guests as to why he should .. anyway it’s up to him and maybe should be discussed in a more sober moment!


The son (18) but a good laugh all the same (and had kindly offered to go over to France and stay with mental husband, or help do his father’s job whilst he went), started to bicker and wind his mother up and she became more and more, how can I say it politely, like a fishwife!  It was not pleasant to watch and made me – THE SOBER ONE, extremely uncomfortable.  So I kicked The Admirer on the shins and told him we were going .. “why are you so stressy babe?” .. “aaaargh!”

Tonight my best friend and her other half (oh she of the pathetic guard dog) are coming over for dinner .. so I should stop blogging and try and clean up a bit!

Ok, so I’ve got a life now, and tonight is something of a first, as Pig would never have had friends (especially mine) round for dinner .. and The Admirer suggested it too and is cooking .. things are looking up, despite the fact that all I seem to write about are the negatives.  I fully expect a hangover tomorrow!

We did have long talks last night when we got home – which involved getting to bed at 4.00 am – (about if we had got it on 10 years ago, where we might be now yada yada yada).  The story of “how we met” was related to one and all over dinner .. I have to keep that in my head and see it as a positive – he hung on in there for 10 years hoping that we would get together one day .. that must say something?  Surely “now he’s got me” he doesn’t want to lose me – hence the over-clingyness?  I don’t know, but some of you out there might have an idea on it .. all comments gratefully received.  There is some other stuff, but I need to get it straight in my head before I post it .. this was (supposed to be) just a quickie, but like Topsy, it just growed and growed!

PS: Aww. He’s such a sweet drunk pissed person which is a massive relief after Pig’s nastiness!  I just hope he managed to get into his car ok this morning, seeing as I parked it in the stinging nettles last night (and have the stings to prove it)!


I’ve been a little quiet, mainly because there hasn’t really been anything I wanted to say!

However either tomorrow or on Thursday my financial obligations with Pig will be over and I’m feeling a bit numb and to be truthful a bit weepy.

He wasn’t a bad bloke really, just hell to live with.

Obviously the money in the bank is a good thing and I can get on with my life, but the thought of trying to fit as much of my stuff into my small room at mum’s (she will sooo complain if it spreads to the rest of the house) is daunting!  Also trying to fit what’s left into my car is a tad daunting too ..

I’ve been mentally clearing my stuff for weeks, I should have done it a bit at a time over the last few when I’ve been to collect post and see the cat, but I just put it off .. I suppose the final push is the hardest!

I really want to take the cat with me, he’s mine, he was given to me by friends, he misses me – a point proved on Friday that he gets little or no affection from Pig – when he soaked me in dribble and was practically trying to climb down the front of my top.  However, Pig has always said the cat would stay with him if anything ever happened and I didn’t disagree, would it be wrong of me that the last box I take is the cat box (full)?

I just don’t know!

Conned (and other stuff)!

My best friend has a habit of asking me to “animal sit” .. no problem usually as these have generally been a Staffordshire Bull Terrier and a cat, or as I politely call them “fluffies”!

One time she took the boundaries of friendship a little far and I had Bingo the Rat, but we (rat and I) became great friends once I had steeled myself to pick him up and play with him – knowing that he was a very well handled, friendly rat helped!

On another occasion I had the snake too, but that was only over night and all I had to do was check that

  1. it was still in its tank; and
  2. it had heat, light and water ..

Last week I got a text ..

Hiya babe, hope the holiday is going well and no-one has died yet (do these people know me too well?)Could you dog and babbit sit for me next week, Wed to Tues?

I replied that this was ok as the dog is old and sleeps alot after her exocet missile excitement over seeing me, and how hard can a rabbit be?

Only I discovered last night that I’ve been conned!

“Animal Sitting” does not just include fluffies!  It.also.includes.”scaleys”!

One scaley .. Fidget the Gekko (name suggest anything?) is well handled, the other is being “animal sat” for someone else (oh great – cue me killing it!)  Apparently I have to feed them crickets (live) and grubs (live) .. every other day!  My cup spilleth over with joy, can my life actually get any better?

I shall be going to meet the “scaley” side of the household later this morning to get distructions (very possibly literally) on how to care for these wee beasties .. I think The Admirer might have a new job!

PS: Incidentally on The Admirer side of things, we have had, since I have been back, some very long, in-depth conversations about what is going on from both sides and what I want (and don’t want) and what he wants and what we both want.  This holiday really helped clear my head .. I didn’t really “miss” anyone (other than my bloggy friends   😉  ) and I wasn’t plagued by “what am I going to come home to” which is what used to happen with Pig, and I was able to throw myself into enjoying it for a change.

I am much more focused on “me” and not letting stuff get to me .. I just need to keep telling myself that life is too short and to enjoy it! 😀

So what was ..

all the screaming and shouting about, merely a desire to let off some steam because I could?  Mere frustration at my current journey to work?  Things in general? Or one very definite person or people?

All of the above!

The last I heard from Pig was that I needed to sign some papers this week.  I have had no communication from him.  I daren’t go to the house as this unleashes a torrent of texts that just wind me up, piss me off and make me hate him more.  Ok, so maybe I should chase him, get it finalised and over with.

The Admirer is pushing things forward way too hard and fast, then says, “but I’ll wait for you” when I start stressing, then he pushes way too hard again and then gets sulky because I’m stressing again!  WTF??

I’ve told him that:

1) I’m not getting anywhere with Pig and dislike making initial contact because of the above which is frustrating – ok, so I am sticking my head in the sand.

2) Work is extremely stressful right now and the journey to work from either his or mum’s is absolutely vile, traffic-wise.

3) Icklesis’s stoopid cat has gone missing (now on day 4) and she is upset, mum is upset and to be quite honest, so am I! (and I miss my own cat).

4) I don’t like living at home because despite the fact that I am free to come and go as long as I let mum know whether I will be back at night or not and whether I am eating or not, she KEEPS doing my washing and ironing and I am soon going to be accused of treating the place like an hotel .. and you have to pay for an hotel! and no doubt she will eventually get fed up and chuck me out! 😦

5) I am actually quite stressed!

6) I nearly slept on the sofa last night as there was no room in the bed for me 😦

7) The Admirer asked me to take him to a golf tournament tomorrow at stupid o’clock in the morning and have his car for the day – as it’s on my way to work, that’s no problem, and then could I pick up his stuff later in the afternoon as he didn’t want to leave it lying around at the club – fair enough, I can do that!  Then he says, but if I want to go back to mum’s tonight that’s ok.  I was too tired this morning to question “did he still want me to take him or not?” and now I really can’t be arsed!  I’m certainly not getting up even earlier to drive to his, swap cars, drive him to the golf club and then go on to work!  (that is if he doesn’t do the classic .. “I’ll drive and we can swap when we get there” that soooo many men do with their wives at the station every day!)

I have a busy, stressful job to begin with working for someone who quite frankly has the manners of a raging mammoth, next week the boss is away which gives me room to breathe; and the week after I’m in Scotland with mum and Icklesis .. a week away with no phones, computers or internet – maybe that’ll help!

but I think what is really really eating me is, why do I have to go around with a grin from ear to ear 24-7 which is what the Admirer seems to think I should have – even with all the above going on?

Anyway tonight I am going to tell him we are no more for the moment! 😦

That’s jumbled, then but so is my head. 😦


The bar manager is on holiday right now, so last night I was working with the landlord, who had to remain relatively sober and downstairs till close of play, rather than pouring himself upstairs at around 8 pm.  The landlord is a good guy with a huge heart, but he does love to beat up on his bar staff, especially those who have been there a while and can take it!  Staff that are too sensitive don’t last long!

He is a real East End bloke and he knows some very colourful people, he is also larger than life and likes to be the life and soul of the party.  It’s always been said that in LittlePub you can get a drink, a meal, your car serviced or a contract taken out on someone .. it’s very very true!  Last night he had a jokey pop at me about 10 minutes into the shift .. Me: “Hmm M, 7 till 7:10, do you think that could possibly be the world’s shortest shift?”

When I use the words  “working with” what I really mean is I worked and the landlord didn’t!  It was quite busy last night early on, and I was managing to juggle serving at least three different sets of customers at one time and remembering to take their money (except for one, but he owned up to it), and sort the restaurant drinks and card payments out.  At the same time I was getting abuse from the landlord who added to my burden by buying everyone drinks and was telling me off for being slow!!!  He could easily have done the drinks himself!

His name for me is “Fucking Happy!” … generally because I am not a “smiley” sort of person!   However I got him good and proper one time as when I started work he said “uh oh, here comes Fucking Happy, better get her a drink and cheer her up” .. Me: “for your information M .. I’ve just been told my grandmother died, I think that’s a reason enough to be unhappy” .. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast after me as I shot out the pub in tears!

Anywho, last night as we I finished up and he I was locking up and trying to get the last stragglers out .. he called me to one side.

“Cat, I think you’ve done the right thing leaving Pig, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. I am really pleased for you.  Well done!”

Fair made my night!