The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Packed… With a Mother’s Love
We have all heard about the trip to France with the school
First we had the Squeeze putting his foot down firmly to say
“I’ll pay a third – but Kid, you pay a third and save your spending money…” That was about six point three seconds before
he rolled over and sucked up the kid’s third – and spending money – because we
all knew he was never going to get a job and save.
I have my doubts that she is paying, but if she’s not, he’s
too scared to tell me J
France is in the next couple of days and I’ve been saying
for a while that’s it time to bring the suit case home with the stuff he intends to
take… You know. Live dangerously... try going with organised!
Yesterday, the Harridan sent the kids France stuff home.
with mummy’s love…
Who the hell packs for France - in a garbage bag with filthy, wrinkly clothes..?