My friend and her boyfriend had a party last night at his house. He owns a HUGE house with a swimming pool about 45 minutes away from here. It was fab, all twinkly lights and lovely food and champagne flowing and lots of grown-up children mixing with the adults, which I love. My beautiful god-daughter and I solved the problems of the world (I think, although I’m a little hazy on some of the solutions we came up with) and there I was enjoying seeing people I haven’t seen for ages and dancing about when I had a sudden flash of inspiration. “I know what I’ll do, I’ll ring Builder Bloke and invite him to come – he only lives 10 minutes away”. So I did and he appeared 10 minutes later and everyone was a little surprised to see him arriving at 1.45am. Oops. My watch was broken. I thought it was about 10pm.
It of course seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, but in the cold light of day it wasn’t a good idea because I am not supposed to be seeing him anymore. HOWEVER, it was lovely to see him. We danced and talked and laughed and stuff.
Now I’m off to collect my children from their father’s house IN MY NEW CAR – I’m going to have to dedicate a whole post to it because I love it so much. I’ve never actually owned a car that I have chosen specifically before – I’ve either had company cars or “needs must” cars – like most people in life I guess. Actually I don’t in fact own it. I’ve HP’d it or whatever you do when you can’t afford to buy a new car and can’t be arsed to do the maths properly so I’ll probably be spending twice as much money over time – I managed to get a good deal on part exchange for my old (completely revolting) car which was brilliant and I put the deposit on my MIGA* card.
My new little car is the most ridiculously inappropriate car for a mother with three children. Have a guess what it is…..
* “Make It Go Away” card