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.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Well I got on the scales this morning. I've lost weight! Yay!!!!! Okay .5 kilo. It's not a huge amount but the way I'm feeling, any loss is a good one! I haven't even been hungry yet.
I'm still in bed. I can hear the wind howling outside; it's eerie today and I don't want to get up... The rain has started which kills my walking the dog. I would have gone with the wind, but rain....
Still; I guess the world awaits! Hell. I might just walk the dog after all... Ok... That's all I've got for the pre 'get out of bed'...