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.
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Back and awake...
Well today I'm awake... It seems that the last few days have been exhausting! Flying in at 1.30 am is just too difficult! Anyway; I made it through the trip to central Queensland and decided that I'm never, ever living there! It's too hot! I'm peeling and my skin is like a leather handbag - and that is with block out on everyday!!!
So... I'm settling in to work nicely and the house is clean (finally! Even the oven is gleaming!!)