The married man...

Yes, it's true. I went out on a date (very innocently) with a married man on Saturday night. I'm disgusted with him and the situation he put me in and swear on my life that I had no idea that he was married. I presumed when this pig phoned me on Friday morning to find out whether I was currently attached to anyone, that he too was unattached. Not 'happily' married for 18 years. Oh and, conveniently, his wife's currently on holiday with their kids, visiting her folks in Namibia. Shocker, hey?? And if I told you who this man was (OK, so some of you already know), you'd be even more horrified. He's not someone I know very well, but I have seen him a few times recently and while I did know he had kids, please don't blame me for trusting that he was divorced after the call on Friday morning... I should've suspected something was up when he suggested meeting at his office, instead of picking me up at home. And stupidly, I didn't check his hand for a ring, since he hadn't had it on the previous couple of times I'd seen him. It was only half way through the evening that I realised he had one on and asked a couple of questions. Anyway, you live and learn and I'm pretty much over the complications that just about all men bring (I promise to raise my son properly for those of you with daughters!). Who needs it?? I have a very full, happy life and I don't need some shit to make me feel bad about myself. And I do at the moment. I mean, seriously, what would this doctor's (YES!) wife think if she knew that he'd taken me out to a salsa dance workshop and dinner. When I asked him what she'd have to say, he ummed and aahhhed and basically told me that he believes that there are 2 people in a relationship and that you each have to do what makes you happy as individuals before you can have a happy relationship. He also told me that he couldn't possibly sit at home and do nothing while his family's away and that it's nice to get out and meet new people (still not sure why he feels that should include the company of an unattached 30-something female). Anyway... that's my latest sad story...

Other then that, we had another petty busy weekend. We've had mice (disgusting, I know) move into our garage/laundry, which is where all my furniture is being stored. It's meant unpacking, sorting out, chucking out and re-packing boxes, moving furniture, scrubbing floors and pretty much working like a labourer to get everything sorted out. Not to mention that it's been 30-odd degrees this weekend. So, we spent a good part of Saturday and Sunday working like dogs. There's actually a lot of things that I'd forgotten I even owned. Some, I'm really happy to see again, but there's also lots of stuff I'll probably never use again, so I've been able to really get stuck in and be a bit ruthless. It's an emotional and physically draining job, but we're well on track and things are almost back to normal again. My dad is on leave, as is Gareth (my sister's fiance) and the two of them are doing the 'heavy' jobs this morning. By the time I get home from work, we'll probably just be finishing off packing away what's been stashed all over the garden.

Tonight's Uncle Paul's Party - I absolutely cannot wait for that. Something about remembering my childhood and sharing it with my own child. Jake's been counting down the days, he's just so into Christmas this year, he's going to love the whole thing. It's magic to be a kid. And life was so simple back then. I'll only get the photos up on Wed/Thurs - tomorrow's a public holiday here (YAY!). We'll also be putting our tree up tomorrow, so there should be some more news by later in the week.

Must get another 2 posts together before I go home, thank goodness my bosses have both taken the day off! Hope everyone's well.

Lots of love, Sue xxx