When I first decided to started blogging I was inspired by my sister's blog and felt a need to let others know about how to handle divorce, separation in what were quite singular circumstance. I didn't want anyone else to go through what I went through. But then I forgot about my original reason and kind of got into it. Dipping into others blogs I started to feel a real sense of community and in some instances parallel lives. A conversation with my father the other day made me think about my blogging content as he had a rant about the whole Big Brother ( not the TV programme ) somoeone is watching you, they know what you are doing etc.
but Dad, I pointed out, do you really think the CIA are going to be interested in my lady parts, terrible teens and desperate state of my love life?. Point taken daughter. But it did get me thinking particularly in light of my postings. Maybe I should start writing about controversial subjects, as I listen to Radio 4 and scann the weekend papers there is often inspiration and thought I could start a conflab on the French banning the Niqab or who still cares about Jill Dando after all there is plenty to be contentious about.
I have enjoyed blogging about my life with teenagers, dog and life in general. Maybe I need to reign it in on the dating game though. Wearing my love life on my virtual sleeve has brought some real thoughts of kindness but sometimes I think the comedy tone has been missed by dear readers. I mean c'mon, my most recent outing was with a 5'6" had a hard-paper-round bloke.
She-ra has asked me not to divulge the nature of my divorce so I won't. But I would like to put the record straight that I am not some divorcee gagging for it, desperate for any man (ok well maybe a little gagging ) but 2.5+ years post separation the pickings have been bare and window shopping disappointing. My barrister said that within a year all divorcees are hooked up with a most wonderful person and live happily ever after and her husband, a divorce lawyer, bets all his clients a £5 to prove it and he hasn't won a bet yet ( a part from the ugly one she said ). Well I have 10 days left until my 1 year divorce anniversary to find the love of my life and to be swept off my feet. Guess I am the statistics that bucks the trend - well wouldn't you belive it.
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