Walking home from work today after a looong and shitty day. A guy, about 15yrs gives a mighty old wolf whistle - so I'm still visible... that's good. Smile.
Another smile when got back home - flatmate goes: 'I think i was born fat'. Classic.
I think I'll continue playing my Ukulele. I named George.
JE x

Somehow can't feel but a bit 'left' behind - I'm in my thirties and still sharing a flat? Shouldnt I be having my own flat, preferrably OWNING it, not renting - or some sort of space to call MY home? Instead, I'm sharing my space with a psycho party girl, who on Monday evening, when I come home, is still buzzing from the weekend - her eyes size like my dinner plate I'm going to have my canned sardines from (salmon had gone off in the fridge, really was looking forward to it....) - on the other side I  have a bloke who's glued to his laptop screen, scoffing down Tesco's pizza's almost every day thinking when you add pieces of shred salami & tabasco on  it, it somehow makes it 'home made'? I feel I'm getting dumber by the bloody day.... Need to get out!!

Hello :)

Right. It's my first attempt on blogging. I have been following from the sidelines some of my friends blogs, but never got the blog-bug myself... until now that is. I guess it started when I hit the 30's four years ago, and my life became increasingly complicated (or maybe I am just making it complicated, go figure) - and I think I have just come to a point I need somewhere to vent out my feelings and thoughts, and find people in similar points in their lives... I dont know. Let's go with the flow and see what happens! :)

I moved to London in 2006, and little did I know my life would be turning upside down in a matter of six months. My long term relationship with my perfect partner would be ruined in a most disasterous way imaginable (all because of me and my 30yrs-crisis... surprise surprise), everything I thought about myself until that day I would question and find out I really didnt actually know myself - throw in an affair which developed into another serious relationship, immense pressure from work and demanding career, partying and late nights, and a recipe for a meltdown would wait four years later in form of a burn-out.

Now, nine months after recovering from a complete exhaustion, I am slowly starting to claw myself back to the books of 'normality' - whatever that is... But, I'm scared, because for the first time I am completely alone (well - technically we are on a break, but the 'Talk' will change this, and we both know we have come to the end of the road) - and even though I am really enjoying it I find myself shitting myself of the thought of having to go thought everything by myself? Then again, why the hell not?? I'm a strong, independent, capable woman - why would I need a man to guide me through stuff?? Yes... why? :)

Lots of love from me xxx