Well today women all over the world will be proposing to their men as is the leap year tradition. Not me, I don’t intend on getting married again! Well, unless Mr Perfect happens to walk into my life with the biggest sex drive possible so he could match me! One of my nurses from yesterday is planning on popping the question to her anaesthetist boyfriend, who happened to be my gorgeous anaesthetist!
Yesterday I had the operation to take the cage off of my leg. It was a very bizarre day filled with dumb nurses with bulbous noses, and especially good looking surgeons and anaesthetists! I managed to wake myself up at six in the morning so that I could have a slice of toast (wasn’t allowed to eat after 7am) which I am glad I did as by the time of the operation I was ravenous!
I packed an overnight bag, just in case I had to stay in. I have a problem with my blood, whereas it doesn’t like to clot very well, so I was partially expecting to have to stay in overnight. Mum drove me up to Bristol hospital where we arrived ahead of my appointment time. We were told to go and wait in a large reception area where we were greeted by 20 people, both patients and relatives. Some were even sat in hospital gowns which made me feel very nervous, I know they say you leave your dignity at the door, but seriously like that?!
Thankfully I did not have to wait around in a gown in the reception area. I was finally called into a little room after waiting about half an hour and had a little nurse run through all the pre-op assessment again. I struggled to look at her in the eye as my eyes kept getting drawn down to her… No not bosom but her nose! She had a bright red very bulbous nose which look like a clowns nose had been stuck to her face! I kept glimpsing over at mum who was also struggling not to release a chuckle.
The nurse began the pre-op interview and ran through all the usual questions, “You allergic to anything?”
“Yes, oranges” I replied.
“Oh, I’ve not heard of that one before, what happens when you eat an orange then?” She asked me as if she didn’t believe me.
“I vomit” I replied bluntly. I was not impressed with her “nursing skills”
“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound very nice!” She said. I looked over to mum who was sat beside me looking just as gob smacked as I felt.
I could barely hear what the nurse was saying but she ended up rushing off out of the room to get something. She had mumbled something before leaving us, but neither mum nor I had heard her. She soon returned armed with a thermometer which she promptly thrust into my ear.
“You have a temperature” She said looking amused almost.
“Oh really. I feel fine” I said, waiting for her to ask me if I had recently had a cold, which I had and still had the tail end of it. But the question never came. Nor did she ask if I was asthmatic! When she asked me to step onto the scales I noticed that the needle wasn’t on zero which I pointed out to her. She didn’t seem concerned in the slightest and told me just to get on it!
Following my assessment I was sent back into the waiting area where we remained for another half hour before having a different nurse come and call for me. This one looked like a butch lesbian, really broad shouldered, short hair and a square jaw line. She certainly wasn’t a girly girl! She took me through to the ward area and showed me to a bed. It was a cubicle on the end, tucked away quite nicely with a comfy looking armchair and foot stool all ready for me. She informed me that I should make myself comfortable and she would be back over in a short while to get me settled in. And with that she was gone.
We didn’t know what to expect, there wasn’t a gown in the cubicle so I couldn’t get myself ready and I had previously been told I was last on the list, so me and mum sat in my cubicle preparing for a long wait. About 5 minutes later a hunky man wearing scrubs marched past my cubicle peering in as he went, he then turned and came back stopping by my curtain door.
“Kelly Guyer?” He questioned. He had the most beautiful clear hazelnut eyes that you could look into forever.
“Yep, that’s me” I said, I could feel myself starting to turn crimson.
It turned out he was my anaesthetist (a very good looking one at that!) and just had to run through a few things with me. I told him about having had a cold but he said that it should be fine. I noticed as he sat on the bed talking to me that he kept swinging his feet and flicking his plastic hospital shoes on and off which mum and I had a chuckle about after.
A short while after another Doctor peered around the curtain and made his way into chat. He introduced himself as my registrar which was news to me as I had previously seen a different registrar. The one I used to see, Dr Thomas, was drop dead gorgeous and had a very sweet, almost innocent look to him. He always used to come and visit me up on the ward when his shift finished, just to keep me company as he knew my family were 2 hours away. I was tempted to ask him today if he wanted to meet up outside of the hospital after my operation, but obviously that wasn’t to be.
Today’s registrar was also very hot, however in a different way to Dr Thomas. This one had a dirty sex appeal about him and smelt fantastic. So much for Doctors not being allowed to wear cologne! I could just imagine kissing his neck passionately and him bending me over the bed, taking me roughly from behind and the anaesthetist walking in taking the surgeon‘s place. I felt wet just with him talking me through the operation! This was typical, I was in hospital for major surgery and I end up fantasizing about both the surgeon and the anaesthetist! I think I have a problem!!!
After I got myself all flustered thinking about sex and hot Doctor’s, a couple of nurse’s wheeled me down the corridor and into an icy operating theatre. I had three people stood around me and a group of surgeons including the hot one sat down by the computer in the corner of the room. There was a female anaesthetist and an elderly female nurse stood either side of my head and the hot male anaesthetist rushing all round. The nurse stood there chatting to distract me from the others rushing around me, while the female anaesthetist attached all of the monitoring equipment to me until I felt as if I should be plugged into the mains. The male anaesthetist rapidly went down in my books as he put the needle roughly into the back of my hand. As it was cold, I felt the pain much more, it took him a couple of attempts before he finally got into the vein and flushed a small syringe through. As he did this the nurse stood next to me saw me clasp the blanket and she clutched onto my hand offering me support and encouragement.
At first I thought it was saline (water) that he flushed through the line, however my hearing went all fuzzy like when you are about to faint, so I began thinking perhaps it was the anaesthetic? But no, it couldn’t have been, I was still wide awake and I have never been able to fight off anaesthetic.
“Has he given me something?” I mumbled to the female anaesthetist.
“Yes, it’s just to help you relax love, I’m just about to give you something else to help you relax a bit more, it will make you feel like you have been out on the town!” She replied, happy to explain everything going on around me.
“I already feel pissed, do you have to?!” I questioned, not enjoying the dizzying feeling. It reminded me of when I used to shoot up as an addict, years ago, something I never wanted to have to relive, yet here I was doing it in a legal manner. And yes, I still hated the feeling.
“Just about to put an oxygen mask on you, so you get a good lung full of it as we put you under. You might feel a bit of a sting as the anaesthetic goes into the line in….” The anaesthetists voice grew fainter until I could no longer hear her and I was out like a light!
I came to in a bright white room with only 3 beds. I was the only person in the room as well as two nurses looking after me. I woke to find myself holding onto a plastic cup of water and automatically lifting it up to my mouth to take a sip. I had a saline drip running into my hand, great, I thought, what the hell has happened?!
I looked around, I already had my glasses on, that’s weird, they normally make you ask for your glasses in recovery.
“Did I ask for a drink?” I asked the brunette nurse feeling very confused.
“Yes you did sweet heart, you were asking about equipment too a little while ago, not sure what it was exactly though!” She then went onto explain about the saline, “you were ever so pale when you came out and your blood pressure dropped very low, gave us a bit of a scare at one point, but we have pushed some fluids through you and it is picking up now. You have more colour in you cheeks too.”
“Great, thanks, just don’t tell my mum about the little scare, she’ll only worry and she doesn’t need that. Can you sit me up a bit please?” I hated being flat on my back like that with nothing nice to look at above. She raised the back of the bed up at an angle so I was more propped up and we all sat chatting about ER and horses for some reason. Then we moved on to discuss the brunette nurses love life… It was going to be a leap year tomorrow and she was doing the time honoured tradition of proposing to her boyfriend, none other than the gorgeous anaesthetist!
A short while later after I had been chatting away they wheeled me back through to the main day unit where the chief nurse greeted me with an offer of biscuits, obviously I opted for the Jammie Dodgers, or rather the hospitals cheaper version and munched happily, they fetched me another cup of water and told me that my mum had phoned up while I was still in recovery. The nurse went out into the waiting room and found mum sat there and brought her through.
We all sat in my cubicle until 5pm when I was allowed to go home to rest. The nurse told us we were lucky I was being operated on on the Thursday as it was that night (last night) that the hospital was being closed to admissions and any emergency cases would be “stored” in the day unit ward! This was all down to the latest super bug… Norovirus. I was just glad that it was in the other hospital building. Just after the nurse told us this, we packed up my things and hobbled back up to the car. This was after arguing with the nurse that I was partially weight bearing and needed my crutches. The surgeon wrote on my notes FWB (fully weight bearing) when he had told us that I would be partial weight bearing! Crazy people!
Anyway, after a lengthy post, I am now back home and having to lie very still due to a very bloody leg. I was told the operation went well, but they all forgot it takes me a long time to stop bleeding! All will be well.
Friday, 29 February 2008
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Did the earth move for you too?
I realised last night that I really miss having a man. I miss someone being there and cuddling me when I am scared, too scared to sleep, someone just to tell me everything will be ok. Although thinking about it, I only remember my soon-to-be-ex-husband, Dale, doing this only once in the two years we were together. I know, I don’t know why I stayed so long either, I should never have even married him with my doubts about him as a person and especially with the concern my friends all showed to me. I am sorry I never listened to you guys.
I am sure you are all wondering what got me all worked up into a complete state of fear last night… Well…. Last night at nearly ten past one in the morning both mum and I were still awake, I was reading through different blogs in bed and mum was happily reading her book in her bed. Suddenly I heard my wardrobe moving and then saw the mirror wobbling about on my shelf. I hasten to add that the floors in our house aren’t that great, normally if mum is moving about in her room, my wardrobe will start to wobble and creak. So I simply thought that she was moving to start with, then the whole room was wobbling as if on a giant wave. My mirror on the shelf is an old fashioned antique, typical brass frame stood up on one point on the stand which began to wobble, only slightly at fist but then so much that it moved over an inch along the shelf (I could tell by the dust marks, I know, I really should clean that shelf!).
Before everything stopped moving I shouted out to mum “What the hell was that?” I had a terrifying image of my mum on her bedroom floor having an epileptic fit. But after a very long 3 seconds, she responded, “I don’t know, you felt it as well then? It could be the wall at the back of the house, it looks like someone has been having a go at it”. The garden wall she was referring to was in a major state of disrepair and looked as if it could easily be pushed over.
“Actually, it couldn’t have been that, we’d have heard it rather than felt it as it’s no longer attached to the house. But I heard all of the brick work cracking and creaking.” She continued as she emerged around my door. The shaking had now stopped after about 6 seconds which felt like 6 minutes!
Mum proceeded to put on her dressing gown and I hobbled over to the door way to join her in the safety of the door frame clutching onto my phone just in case the house did decide to collapse (crazy I know!). We went downstairs, mum armed with her torch and me with my phone and a crutch (walking stick! Not crotch!).
We checked out of the window as mum put her shoes on and couldn’t see anything, so mum ventured out the back door. She went all around the outside of the building inspecting every brick with her torch, seeing no damage. We went back upstairs to our separate rooms “If any walls are to collapse, it will be this one” mum said referring to the wall her bed backs onto.
At this point I just presumed it was an earthquake, “Christ, I dread to think what it must be like in a proper earthquake, if this is what we are like in such a small event!”
We found out this morning that it was indeed an earthquake. 5.2 on the Richter scale the biggest quake felt in the UK since 1984. The epicentre was in Lincoln, a massive 242 miles away from me in the South West.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, I don’t know if it was fear of the house collapsing or the fear of the unknown, but either way I wish I had some strong arms embracing me last night and a voice saying “it will all be fine.”
I am sure you are all wondering what got me all worked up into a complete state of fear last night… Well…. Last night at nearly ten past one in the morning both mum and I were still awake, I was reading through different blogs in bed and mum was happily reading her book in her bed. Suddenly I heard my wardrobe moving and then saw the mirror wobbling about on my shelf. I hasten to add that the floors in our house aren’t that great, normally if mum is moving about in her room, my wardrobe will start to wobble and creak. So I simply thought that she was moving to start with, then the whole room was wobbling as if on a giant wave. My mirror on the shelf is an old fashioned antique, typical brass frame stood up on one point on the stand which began to wobble, only slightly at fist but then so much that it moved over an inch along the shelf (I could tell by the dust marks, I know, I really should clean that shelf!).
Before everything stopped moving I shouted out to mum “What the hell was that?” I had a terrifying image of my mum on her bedroom floor having an epileptic fit. But after a very long 3 seconds, she responded, “I don’t know, you felt it as well then? It could be the wall at the back of the house, it looks like someone has been having a go at it”. The garden wall she was referring to was in a major state of disrepair and looked as if it could easily be pushed over.
“Actually, it couldn’t have been that, we’d have heard it rather than felt it as it’s no longer attached to the house. But I heard all of the brick work cracking and creaking.” She continued as she emerged around my door. The shaking had now stopped after about 6 seconds which felt like 6 minutes!
Mum proceeded to put on her dressing gown and I hobbled over to the door way to join her in the safety of the door frame clutching onto my phone just in case the house did decide to collapse (crazy I know!). We went downstairs, mum armed with her torch and me with my phone and a crutch (walking stick! Not crotch!).
We checked out of the window as mum put her shoes on and couldn’t see anything, so mum ventured out the back door. She went all around the outside of the building inspecting every brick with her torch, seeing no damage. We went back upstairs to our separate rooms “If any walls are to collapse, it will be this one” mum said referring to the wall her bed backs onto.
At this point I just presumed it was an earthquake, “Christ, I dread to think what it must be like in a proper earthquake, if this is what we are like in such a small event!”
We found out this morning that it was indeed an earthquake. 5.2 on the Richter scale the biggest quake felt in the UK since 1984. The epicentre was in Lincoln, a massive 242 miles away from me in the South West.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, I don’t know if it was fear of the house collapsing or the fear of the unknown, but either way I wish I had some strong arms embracing me last night and a voice saying “it will all be fine.”
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Late Night Booty Call
Tim called me at half 12 last night! I really didn’t want to talk but felt guilty as he sounded so depressed. He was going on about how he misses my hugs… He only had my hugs physically for about 2 days (long distance, very short lived relationship - more a one night stand!). It has been over 2 years and the guys is still ridiculously hung up on me! Why oh why do I have this effect on guys, not only that but why do I attract the psychos?!
It was pure coincidence that I was chatting to Sarah online at the same time as Tim calling me so I sent her an urgent message. “HELP… Tim is on the phone and won’t go!” I felt too guilty just to hang up on the guy, he sounded miserable and I know that he hasn’t got any friends in his new town he has recently moved to.
Sarah instantly replied “Do you want me to call you?” “YES!!!”
I heard the beep on my phone revealing a call waiting, “Tim, I am really sorry but I have another call. I’ll speak to you tomorrow yeah? Listen I gotta go”
“Oh, right, I know I’m not important” And with that I heard a click of him hanging up. My heart ached, I hate hearing my friends being really down like that and even with our history I just wanted to give him a big hug and tell him everything will be ok. By this point Sarah had hung up, so I called her back and relayed the call with Tim to her. We both ended up laughing it off, me secretly worrying about him.
Whilst I was still on the phone to Sarah, I had a text message come through from… Yep you guessed it… Tim. “Only a guy would call you now so take care and good bye”
Oh my God! Why was he so hung up on me… still?! And please, even he has said, yeah ok lets just be friends, so why oh why was he getting jealous of a mystery phone call? I ended up texting him back saying “I promise I will call you back tomorrow”, it was the only way I could get him to stop texting and ringing me, and believe me, I did not want to talk!
I think I may just shut myself away somewhere, without either my phone nor the internet! It may be the only way to stop my life getting any more complicated than it already is!
It was pure coincidence that I was chatting to Sarah online at the same time as Tim calling me so I sent her an urgent message. “HELP… Tim is on the phone and won’t go!” I felt too guilty just to hang up on the guy, he sounded miserable and I know that he hasn’t got any friends in his new town he has recently moved to.
Sarah instantly replied “Do you want me to call you?” “YES!!!”
I heard the beep on my phone revealing a call waiting, “Tim, I am really sorry but I have another call. I’ll speak to you tomorrow yeah? Listen I gotta go”
“Oh, right, I know I’m not important” And with that I heard a click of him hanging up. My heart ached, I hate hearing my friends being really down like that and even with our history I just wanted to give him a big hug and tell him everything will be ok. By this point Sarah had hung up, so I called her back and relayed the call with Tim to her. We both ended up laughing it off, me secretly worrying about him.
Whilst I was still on the phone to Sarah, I had a text message come through from… Yep you guessed it… Tim. “Only a guy would call you now so take care and good bye”
Oh my God! Why was he so hung up on me… still?! And please, even he has said, yeah ok lets just be friends, so why oh why was he getting jealous of a mystery phone call? I ended up texting him back saying “I promise I will call you back tomorrow”, it was the only way I could get him to stop texting and ringing me, and believe me, I did not want to talk!
I think I may just shut myself away somewhere, without either my phone nor the internet! It may be the only way to stop my life getting any more complicated than it already is!
Friday, 22 February 2008
Uh oh. Desperate ex!
Oh no! I have been receiving the occasional message from Tim over the past week or so. He is one of my exes who was more of a one night stand because he couldn’t be bothered to travel down to see me so I called it a night. He has just text me again, can he sense my frustrations?!
Tim - “So do you wanna come visit some time?”
Me - “I may do. Could be a laugh. I will be back on the road in April. Can’t wait!”
Tim - “You could stay a day or two. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Me - “Like the use of reverse psychology Tim. You don’t need to sleep on the sofa. But can you control yourself?!” More to the point, can I control myself! Really should have put that!!!
Tim - “Yeah lol I know nothing would happen. You told me before.”
He obviously doesn’t realise how much I have changed since we last met, am much more intense shall we say. Readers, you have all seen the real me so you all know what I mean!
Tim - “So do you wanna come visit some time?”
Me - “I may do. Could be a laugh. I will be back on the road in April. Can’t wait!”
Tim - “You could stay a day or two. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Me - “Like the use of reverse psychology Tim. You don’t need to sleep on the sofa. But can you control yourself?!” More to the point, can I control myself! Really should have put that!!!
Tim - “Yeah lol I know nothing would happen. You told me before.”
He obviously doesn’t realise how much I have changed since we last met, am much more intense shall we say. Readers, you have all seen the real me so you all know what I mean!
Sweet sweet dreams!
Just woken up in a hot sweat with my hand between my legs. Just goes to prove I really must be obsessed! All I remember from my slumber was one rather explicit dream of my ex brother in law. I have always thought I had picked the wrong brother (still wonder what it would be like to go with R), lets put it this way, he has an incredible physique and is ridiculously hot. He could make you wet with one wink!
I remember one time, he arrived at the flat on his motorbike in full leathers. I felt my legs start to buckle when I opened the door to let him in. There is something about a nice, well toned man in tight fitting leathers, mmm, sorry going back into dream world! He also had a particular scent about him, a combination of Lynx and oil, a great mix that I will never forget. He walked into the flat and lent over the couch to look at what Dale was doing on the computer, all I could focus on was his perfect ass with the leather taut across his cheeks. I just about managed to say “Do you fancy a cup of tea” having to bite my tongue with what was going through my mind. You could just imagine what would have happened if I was to say “Fancy a quicky”, Dale would have actually killed me!
I went off into the kitchen and put the kettle on and R followed me out and stood at the sink washing his hands. I jumped away when he reached around me to get the towel, I was really struggling, in a way I was glad that Dale was in, I’m not sure if I could have controlled myself! I’d never be able to forgive myself if I was to cheat on someone. Find it bad enough being the other woman, but when it involves someone you love, it would crush me.
I carried 2 cups of tea back into the lounge and just as I came around the corner, R had his back to me and was pulling his jumper off over his head. His t shirt underneath rode up and revealed his gorgeous tanned back and tatoos. I nearly dropped both cups and managed to catch one against the door making a loud clattering noise. Both R and Dale glimpsed round, R now revealing his incredible sex pack, (no focus girl! Sorry), six pack to me. I felt my jaw drop down and had to tell myself to focus and keep in control. After that is pretty much a blur, however I know that I soon made my excuses and took myself and my cup of tea into the bedroom (alone I hasten to add!). Boy did my toys get a bashing that evening! Wow.
My dreams about him are pretty much always based around that night and seeing him in his biking leathers. Last night, he had arrived at my house and came in through my bedroom window saying he had missed me an had always wanted to fuck me so that he could hear me scream with pleasure. Lets just put it this way, we did it in every way possible and if his tongue is like that in real life, I envy the woman he ends up with! I have always wanted to do the entire karma sutra in one night, but NOT in my dreams! Reality will do nicely thank you!
I now keep on looking at my phone and scrolling down to his number, the temptation to ring him is unbearable. Why oh why does he have to be related to my soon to be ex husband! If only me and Dale were still on talking terms and he wasn’t so paranoid. Then I might be able to get away with seeing R. These dreams about R are becoming rather frequent! My frustration is building up far too much now, it’s driving me crazy and I need more batteries!
I remember one time, he arrived at the flat on his motorbike in full leathers. I felt my legs start to buckle when I opened the door to let him in. There is something about a nice, well toned man in tight fitting leathers, mmm, sorry going back into dream world! He also had a particular scent about him, a combination of Lynx and oil, a great mix that I will never forget. He walked into the flat and lent over the couch to look at what Dale was doing on the computer, all I could focus on was his perfect ass with the leather taut across his cheeks. I just about managed to say “Do you fancy a cup of tea” having to bite my tongue with what was going through my mind. You could just imagine what would have happened if I was to say “Fancy a quicky”, Dale would have actually killed me!
I went off into the kitchen and put the kettle on and R followed me out and stood at the sink washing his hands. I jumped away when he reached around me to get the towel, I was really struggling, in a way I was glad that Dale was in, I’m not sure if I could have controlled myself! I’d never be able to forgive myself if I was to cheat on someone. Find it bad enough being the other woman, but when it involves someone you love, it would crush me.
I carried 2 cups of tea back into the lounge and just as I came around the corner, R had his back to me and was pulling his jumper off over his head. His t shirt underneath rode up and revealed his gorgeous tanned back and tatoos. I nearly dropped both cups and managed to catch one against the door making a loud clattering noise. Both R and Dale glimpsed round, R now revealing his incredible sex pack, (no focus girl! Sorry), six pack to me. I felt my jaw drop down and had to tell myself to focus and keep in control. After that is pretty much a blur, however I know that I soon made my excuses and took myself and my cup of tea into the bedroom (alone I hasten to add!). Boy did my toys get a bashing that evening! Wow.
My dreams about him are pretty much always based around that night and seeing him in his biking leathers. Last night, he had arrived at my house and came in through my bedroom window saying he had missed me an had always wanted to fuck me so that he could hear me scream with pleasure. Lets just put it this way, we did it in every way possible and if his tongue is like that in real life, I envy the woman he ends up with! I have always wanted to do the entire karma sutra in one night, but NOT in my dreams! Reality will do nicely thank you!
I now keep on looking at my phone and scrolling down to his number, the temptation to ring him is unbearable. Why oh why does he have to be related to my soon to be ex husband! If only me and Dale were still on talking terms and he wasn’t so paranoid. Then I might be able to get away with seeing R. These dreams about R are becoming rather frequent! My frustration is building up far too much now, it’s driving me crazy and I need more batteries!
Thursday, 21 February 2008
How Secure is a Job Now Anyway?!
I have been signed off work on long term sick leave due to the surgery on my leg since last July, with a temporary 3 week return to work at the end of October. So I guess now it must have been approximately seven months off work. I have always wondered how safe my job would be, but generally put that thought to the back of my mind as I am contracted for my particular job role on full time hours in my Bridgy store. Therefore I considered it to be safe as houses… Although, now, I’m not convinced
Sarah phoned me last night as she was leaving work to let me know that she had been speaking to my manager and he has informed her that the store is not budgeted for an administrator. I had known this from seeing the books myself months before I even started in the store, however the regional director wanted me in the store. Not only that, but they have proven that they need me in Bridgy since they failed their audit just a couple of weeks ago.
My manager (GSM) has really been pissing me off since I went on sick leave. The only times he has talked to me, since taking my break, is when I have been informing him of my progress, even my regional director hasn’t bothered to contact me despite the fact we worked directly with each other. GSM didn’t even tell me that our store failed audit, I had to find that out on Face Book, by him telling someone else! ARGH!
Sorry, babbling again, back to my work situation! GSM had told Sarah that he didn’t know how to tell me, but they would probably put me into a cashier role. Which means, I would have ridiculous targets to work towards and if I failed to meet said targets, that’s it, I’m out of the game. No pressure then.
I hate working directly in sales with a passion. It is my idea of hell.
I think I may wait until I have confirmation from either GSM or my regional director before resigning myself to the gallows. Bloody good job I have started my accounting course, good timing or what?!
PS - If anyone reading this is in the legal profession, I would love to know where I legally stand! Feel free to leave a comment.
Sarah phoned me last night as she was leaving work to let me know that she had been speaking to my manager and he has informed her that the store is not budgeted for an administrator. I had known this from seeing the books myself months before I even started in the store, however the regional director wanted me in the store. Not only that, but they have proven that they need me in Bridgy since they failed their audit just a couple of weeks ago.
My manager (GSM) has really been pissing me off since I went on sick leave. The only times he has talked to me, since taking my break, is when I have been informing him of my progress, even my regional director hasn’t bothered to contact me despite the fact we worked directly with each other. GSM didn’t even tell me that our store failed audit, I had to find that out on Face Book, by him telling someone else! ARGH!
Sorry, babbling again, back to my work situation! GSM had told Sarah that he didn’t know how to tell me, but they would probably put me into a cashier role. Which means, I would have ridiculous targets to work towards and if I failed to meet said targets, that’s it, I’m out of the game. No pressure then.
I hate working directly in sales with a passion. It is my idea of hell.
I think I may wait until I have confirmation from either GSM or my regional director before resigning myself to the gallows. Bloody good job I have started my accounting course, good timing or what?!
PS - If anyone reading this is in the legal profession, I would love to know where I legally stand! Feel free to leave a comment.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Back to Learning
Phoned the doctor first thing this morning to get some antibiotics to sort my throat and head out (I think it’s a throat infection), but he wouldn’t even see me despite having surgery in 9 days! All he said was to take Paracetamol and gargle salt water. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you possibly the worlds worst and most useless Doctor Surgery!
As soon as my leg is sorted I am changing doctors, I don’t care if it means I will have to change again after a couple of weeks when I move back to Taunton area, I want someone who knows what they are doing and talking about! Morons!
Oh well, my day soon picked up when the post arrived… I was doing the washing up and tidying the kitchen when I spotted the postman, so I hobbled out to the front door and collected a mountain of junk mail and a handwritten envelope addressed to myself. The only person I could think that it would be from was a lady from my church back in Taunton who I always called my “church Gran”, she is a lovely lady in her late 60s, early 70s and has always looked out for me. She is one of the few who keeps in touch with me since leaving! Which reminds me I haven’t written to her for ages.
Anyway, I didn’t think much of it so I left the envelope on the side until I had finished cleaning up. When I started to open the letter up, I could feel the thickness of the paper and soon guessed it was a cheque, but why on earth would Church Gran be sending me a cheque?! I ripped open the envelope to reveal a cheque for £10 from a company. It took me a minute or 2 to remember that I had signed up for something online where you give them your address and they use it for junk mail, but they actually pay you for it! I had completely forgotten about it as this was quite a few months ago and I never actually thought they would pay me for it! Woo hoo! Free money for doing nothing!!!
Later in the afternoon, I was downstairs again making myself a bacon sandwich when I heard the sliding door open. I went out to greet a lady from a courier company brandishing a large heavy package… My accounting course! Yay! I can finally start my degree! I ripped open the couriers packaging and there it was, I was carrying my future in a navy blue laptop bag, and boy was it heavy!
I couldn’t believe it, 7 books to work through, I remember the tutor saying he thought it would take me 3 months to work through because of being off work, but after seeing all of this, there is no way I am doing it in 3 months! I have set myself a target of completing this level in a year and completing all three levels of the degree within 3 years, one year per level. I think that’s achievable, right?!
As soon as my leg is sorted I am changing doctors, I don’t care if it means I will have to change again after a couple of weeks when I move back to Taunton area, I want someone who knows what they are doing and talking about! Morons!
Oh well, my day soon picked up when the post arrived… I was doing the washing up and tidying the kitchen when I spotted the postman, so I hobbled out to the front door and collected a mountain of junk mail and a handwritten envelope addressed to myself. The only person I could think that it would be from was a lady from my church back in Taunton who I always called my “church Gran”, she is a lovely lady in her late 60s, early 70s and has always looked out for me. She is one of the few who keeps in touch with me since leaving! Which reminds me I haven’t written to her for ages.
Anyway, I didn’t think much of it so I left the envelope on the side until I had finished cleaning up. When I started to open the letter up, I could feel the thickness of the paper and soon guessed it was a cheque, but why on earth would Church Gran be sending me a cheque?! I ripped open the envelope to reveal a cheque for £10 from a company. It took me a minute or 2 to remember that I had signed up for something online where you give them your address and they use it for junk mail, but they actually pay you for it! I had completely forgotten about it as this was quite a few months ago and I never actually thought they would pay me for it! Woo hoo! Free money for doing nothing!!!
Later in the afternoon, I was downstairs again making myself a bacon sandwich when I heard the sliding door open. I went out to greet a lady from a courier company brandishing a large heavy package… My accounting course! Yay! I can finally start my degree! I ripped open the couriers packaging and there it was, I was carrying my future in a navy blue laptop bag, and boy was it heavy!
I couldn’t believe it, 7 books to work through, I remember the tutor saying he thought it would take me 3 months to work through because of being off work, but after seeing all of this, there is no way I am doing it in 3 months! I have set myself a target of completing this level in a year and completing all three levels of the degree within 3 years, one year per level. I think that’s achievable, right?!
Monday, 18 February 2008
The Embarrassement of a Pig Sty!
Woke up at Jennie’s early this morning as Lou was getting ready for work. I could smell him as he sprayed what sounded like half a can of Lynx over himself. Normally I would love the smell of Lynx, and yes, it really does have the Lynx effect on me, however this morning it was far too overpowering and sickly! Christ I hope I’m not pregnant, I don’t need that mess at the moment. I know, I am really stupid for having unprotected sex with a married man, especially one I am sure must sleep around. Bollocks. I know I’m desperate to have a baby, but I don’t want it in this circumstance, that would be completely wrong.
I felt queasy all morning, not sure if it was because of being in a different house, the guilt of mine and Lou’s secret, the smoke from last night, or worst case scenario… Pregnancy. I think I may do a test to be sure! Fingers crossed it was due to smoke inhalation. Must be it!
I kept my eyes shut whilst Lou was getting ready for work, I knew exactly what would happen if he knew that I was awake… He would suggest that we go onto the landing and fuck. And knowing me be so weak minded, would sneak out and join him but then feel even more sick and racked with guilt.
I asked Jen to take me back home at lunch time, which thankfully she did no questions asked. When we pulled up outside of my mum’s house, I decided I ought to be polite and ask her in for a cup of tea. I never thought she would say yes because she had the kids and her youngest was fast asleep! I grudgingly opened the front door to reveal “Eau de la kitty“ otherwise known as the litter tray (toilet door had been left wide open), a trashed living room (me and mum tend to live upstairs and ignore the lounge as we never have guests), and a mountain of washing up in the kitchen (I do the cleaning in the kitchen), oh yeah and something had gone off in the fridge, so that was another delightful scent wafting throughout the house. Nice.
I made us all a drink and Jennie started her usual nosiness and happily wondered through into the back room of the house. This room is an extension and used to be used as my mum’s art studio, however since I have moved back, it has been taken over as storage of all my worldly possessions leaving only a small pathway to the backdoor. Obviously Jen followed the path and started peering out of the back door looking rather shocked at the state of the garden (pretty much matches the back room!) and started to question me about what work Lou had done in the garden for us.
Back in October/November time I think it was, he would come over here on his day off and “fix things” for me, usually starting with myself in my room. Thankfully you could make out what work he had done in the garden, he reinforced the garage door so it now resembles fort Knox, put the garden gate back on it’s hinges and fixed the front sliding door. So glad that she didn’t realise that it should have only taken him a few hours to do thee little chores rather than spread across 3 or 4 days! Oops!
When she left, I blitzed in the kitchen and got that looking far more presentable than before, only the floor to do now, then went up stairs and collapsed onto my bed. I felt exhausted… I’m not pregnant, but am coming down with something. Fantastic when I have an operation planned in a week and a half!
I felt queasy all morning, not sure if it was because of being in a different house, the guilt of mine and Lou’s secret, the smoke from last night, or worst case scenario… Pregnancy. I think I may do a test to be sure! Fingers crossed it was due to smoke inhalation. Must be it!
I kept my eyes shut whilst Lou was getting ready for work, I knew exactly what would happen if he knew that I was awake… He would suggest that we go onto the landing and fuck. And knowing me be so weak minded, would sneak out and join him but then feel even more sick and racked with guilt.
I asked Jen to take me back home at lunch time, which thankfully she did no questions asked. When we pulled up outside of my mum’s house, I decided I ought to be polite and ask her in for a cup of tea. I never thought she would say yes because she had the kids and her youngest was fast asleep! I grudgingly opened the front door to reveal “Eau de la kitty“ otherwise known as the litter tray (toilet door had been left wide open), a trashed living room (me and mum tend to live upstairs and ignore the lounge as we never have guests), and a mountain of washing up in the kitchen (I do the cleaning in the kitchen), oh yeah and something had gone off in the fridge, so that was another delightful scent wafting throughout the house. Nice.
I made us all a drink and Jennie started her usual nosiness and happily wondered through into the back room of the house. This room is an extension and used to be used as my mum’s art studio, however since I have moved back, it has been taken over as storage of all my worldly possessions leaving only a small pathway to the backdoor. Obviously Jen followed the path and started peering out of the back door looking rather shocked at the state of the garden (pretty much matches the back room!) and started to question me about what work Lou had done in the garden for us.
Back in October/November time I think it was, he would come over here on his day off and “fix things” for me, usually starting with myself in my room. Thankfully you could make out what work he had done in the garden, he reinforced the garage door so it now resembles fort Knox, put the garden gate back on it’s hinges and fixed the front sliding door. So glad that she didn’t realise that it should have only taken him a few hours to do thee little chores rather than spread across 3 or 4 days! Oops!
When she left, I blitzed in the kitchen and got that looking far more presentable than before, only the floor to do now, then went up stairs and collapsed onto my bed. I felt exhausted… I’m not pregnant, but am coming down with something. Fantastic when I have an operation planned in a week and a half!
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Another near Threesome
Had a nice long lie in today with Jennie and Lou and the kids who were quite happily playing with Lou, otherwise known as jumping up and down on him to wake him up! Got up at about 11 and while Jen went out to Asda I stayed in the kitchen watching Lou preparing a roast Lamb followed by home-made Banoffee pie, God I love being a chefs mistress!
Jennie and I were supposed to be having a girly night in tonight as Lou was headed out to a friend’s house. His plans soon changed as he got a phone call asking him to go into work tomorrow. We ended up watching Top Gun and stuffing ourselves with Banoffee pie and sweets! Towards the end of the film, the smoke alarm started to bleep and we all looked around rather confused as none of us could see any smoke. It was only when Lou was coming back downstairs from disconnecting the alarm that he could see the lounge was full of smoke from the fireplace. Which meant we had to have the back door open for most of the night to clear it.
Later that night was to be more fun and games. Jennie’s son was sleeping in a travel cot in our room for tonight (punishment for him being naughty earlier in the day), however Lou wanted a want but not with him in the room! He simply picked up the kid by an arm and a leg and carried him, still curled up fast asleep, out to his normal bed. We later found out that he wanted a threesome just as much as I did when he returned to join us on the bed.
“I want to fuck you both all night” Lou growled.
“No, but you can fuck me” Jennie replied, I knew that she wouldn’t want to involve me, she has been making it very clear lately that there will never be any threesomes.
For once, luckily Lou didn’t try to push his luck with her, but knew that he would have to be quick so not to make things too hard for me. Again his hand moved over to me whilst Jen went on top, after only an hour Lou decided that he had had enough and needed to get some sleep before work the following day. He wasn’t the only one who was tired, I was tired and fed up, this was becoming a regular thing of me coming over for the weekend, them shagging next to me and me getting nothing out of it except the occasional finger. And not only that, but living with the guilt of knowing what Lou is really like. Great.
Jennie and I were supposed to be having a girly night in tonight as Lou was headed out to a friend’s house. His plans soon changed as he got a phone call asking him to go into work tomorrow. We ended up watching Top Gun and stuffing ourselves with Banoffee pie and sweets! Towards the end of the film, the smoke alarm started to bleep and we all looked around rather confused as none of us could see any smoke. It was only when Lou was coming back downstairs from disconnecting the alarm that he could see the lounge was full of smoke from the fireplace. Which meant we had to have the back door open for most of the night to clear it.
Later that night was to be more fun and games. Jennie’s son was sleeping in a travel cot in our room for tonight (punishment for him being naughty earlier in the day), however Lou wanted a want but not with him in the room! He simply picked up the kid by an arm and a leg and carried him, still curled up fast asleep, out to his normal bed. We later found out that he wanted a threesome just as much as I did when he returned to join us on the bed.
“I want to fuck you both all night” Lou growled.
“No, but you can fuck me” Jennie replied, I knew that she wouldn’t want to involve me, she has been making it very clear lately that there will never be any threesomes.
For once, luckily Lou didn’t try to push his luck with her, but knew that he would have to be quick so not to make things too hard for me. Again his hand moved over to me whilst Jen went on top, after only an hour Lou decided that he had had enough and needed to get some sleep before work the following day. He wasn’t the only one who was tired, I was tired and fed up, this was becoming a regular thing of me coming over for the weekend, them shagging next to me and me getting nothing out of it except the occasional finger. And not only that, but living with the guilt of knowing what Lou is really like. Great.
Saturday, 16 February 2008
Nearly a Threesome, but Not Quite!
Stayed at Jennie and Lou’s, and we had all agreed that nothing would happen that night… Wrong! Ended up nearly having a threesome, but not quite. We all began by wanking, solo only (Lou laid on the floor, me and Jen in bed), Lou soon joined us on the bed with a vibrating cock ring on which soon snapped under the strain of his throbbing cock. Him and Jen ended up shagging passionately and his hand often strayed over onto my clit which thankfully Jen didn’t seem to contest.
I simply lay entertaining myself with one of my favourite vibrators (not that I usually carry vibes around in my bag! I know I am obsessed, but really…) I was struggling with the temptation to grab Lou’s cock and start sucking him off, but had no idea how Jennie would respond. Something tells me it would be taking things a little further than she’d be comfortable with!
Lou could tell that I really wanted him in me and was quick to finish Jen off so that he could end the torture. He glimpsed over at me at one point and mouthed that he wanted to go really deep in me. How cruel can they be, they both know that I’m not exactly getting any at the moment and just how sex-crazed I can be! Now feeling ultra frustrated!
I simply lay entertaining myself with one of my favourite vibrators (not that I usually carry vibes around in my bag! I know I am obsessed, but really…) I was struggling with the temptation to grab Lou’s cock and start sucking him off, but had no idea how Jennie would respond. Something tells me it would be taking things a little further than she’d be comfortable with!
Lou could tell that I really wanted him in me and was quick to finish Jen off so that he could end the torture. He glimpsed over at me at one point and mouthed that he wanted to go really deep in me. How cruel can they be, they both know that I’m not exactly getting any at the moment and just how sex-crazed I can be! Now feeling ultra frustrated!
Thursday, 14 February 2008
V-Day - bah humbug
V-day, Lou text saying happy v-day, Drew needed reminding! Callum also text a cheesy roses are red poem. “Roses are red, violets are blue, if I was single, I’d be in you!”
Late night I was messaging to Nathan (good looking guy who used to work with me on the field team, gorgeous come to bed eyes) managed to tease him with the fact me and Sarah are possibly up for a threesome when I visit him in Wales in a couple of months time. He was very happy with the suggestion and said there was always a party there if I want it!
Oh yeah baby!
Late night I was messaging to Nathan (good looking guy who used to work with me on the field team, gorgeous come to bed eyes) managed to tease him with the fact me and Sarah are possibly up for a threesome when I visit him in Wales in a couple of months time. He was very happy with the suggestion and said there was always a party there if I want it!
Oh yeah baby!
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Knobs, knobs marvellous knobs!
Decorating again. Sarah has been having problems with her knobs - door knobs of course! We have gotten through far too many knob related jokes today, my face aches from laughing so hard! And it all started at lunch time in B & Q searching for Mortice knobs! You can even get football style knobs!!! Sorry, you kind of had to be there to appreciate it fully!
She couldn’t attatch the knobs to the door, couldn’t get the screwing action quite right and had to ask her pervy neighbour to assist with her screwing of knobs. He was very quick and found all the screwing very enjoyable, but it was all over far too quickly! OK, I will stop now… Sorry Sarah! Teehee!!! X
I think the paint fumes have gotten to both of us today!
She couldn’t attatch the knobs to the door, couldn’t get the screwing action quite right and had to ask her pervy neighbour to assist with her screwing of knobs. He was very quick and found all the screwing very enjoyable, but it was all over far too quickly! OK, I will stop now… Sorry Sarah! Teehee!!! X
I think the paint fumes have gotten to both of us today!
Monday, 11 February 2008
Cyber foursome... Revenge is sweet!
I actually got out of the house for once today! I was waiting outside of the hospital waiting for a lift and decided to phone Sarah (from my Yeovil store) to see what she was up to for the afternoon. She mentioned that she was going to be decorating her house all week and did I want to help (with the low bits for obvious leg related problems!).
By the time my auntie had picked me up, Sarah was calling me asking where I was as she was sat outside of my house. When we arrived, it was a simple case of swapping cars, I was surprised my auntie didn’t ask why I hadn’t arranged for Sarah to pick me up from the hospital. We got to Sarah’s house and she unpacked her shopping whilst cooking a pizza for our lunch. She told me the decorating plans… pretty simple really, paint the bedroom, bathroom and toilet. Or so we thought! Ended up doing 2 coats in each room and it still needed extra!
I think I’ll be back here tomorrow! Sarah mentioned needing to get door knobs and some more paint, so she’ll pick me up on the way to B & Q tomorrow. Whilst on a tea break, we went online to check out our favourite site… Face Book! Neither of us had much love on there, however I decided to take the plunge and welcome her into my world fully. I showed her the blog and added it to her favourites on her laptop! I’ll soon find out if I really can trust her or not by how people react around me. Would they find out who I am? God I hope not.
That night, sat up in bed back at home I was online as usual and Sarah and Sasha joined me online on MSN. We all sat chatting for a good hour or so an decided to wind up one of our work colleagues from Plymouth. Sasha got him online and had him join our conversation as he was flirting outrageously with her.
He instantly started by saying “evening ladies, I have a fruit salad here, where do you want it?”
We all new this would be a very long and awkward conversation! I had both Sasha and Sarah on separate conversations in the background, so that we could all discuss our plan of action. Sasha didn’t cotton on that we were just going to wind up George for a while and she was getting quite into the whole fantasy sequence by saying what she wanted to do to both Sarah and I. I soon put her straight and told her to stay quiet now that she had gotten him all hot under the collar, Sarah also had the same instructions and was finding the whole situation absolutely hilarious!
After a good 2 or 3 minutes had passed, he started to get funny and asking where we all were and why we had suddenly gone quiet! I had both Sasha and Sarah messaging me saying that he was still trying to chat with them but they were both ignoring him! Was absolutely wetting myself by the end of it all! I know it is shocking, me not wanting to play when being offered it on a plate, but George really does not appeal, he is the sort of guy who thinks he is the bees knees and a complete arrogant knob jockey! I really hope that Sasha has now seen what he is really like and I don’t need to try to put her of him any more.
Oh well, you win some and you lose some… he is definitely one to be lost!
By the time my auntie had picked me up, Sarah was calling me asking where I was as she was sat outside of my house. When we arrived, it was a simple case of swapping cars, I was surprised my auntie didn’t ask why I hadn’t arranged for Sarah to pick me up from the hospital. We got to Sarah’s house and she unpacked her shopping whilst cooking a pizza for our lunch. She told me the decorating plans… pretty simple really, paint the bedroom, bathroom and toilet. Or so we thought! Ended up doing 2 coats in each room and it still needed extra!
I think I’ll be back here tomorrow! Sarah mentioned needing to get door knobs and some more paint, so she’ll pick me up on the way to B & Q tomorrow. Whilst on a tea break, we went online to check out our favourite site… Face Book! Neither of us had much love on there, however I decided to take the plunge and welcome her into my world fully. I showed her the blog and added it to her favourites on her laptop! I’ll soon find out if I really can trust her or not by how people react around me. Would they find out who I am? God I hope not.
That night, sat up in bed back at home I was online as usual and Sarah and Sasha joined me online on MSN. We all sat chatting for a good hour or so an decided to wind up one of our work colleagues from Plymouth. Sasha got him online and had him join our conversation as he was flirting outrageously with her.
He instantly started by saying “evening ladies, I have a fruit salad here, where do you want it?”
We all new this would be a very long and awkward conversation! I had both Sasha and Sarah on separate conversations in the background, so that we could all discuss our plan of action. Sasha didn’t cotton on that we were just going to wind up George for a while and she was getting quite into the whole fantasy sequence by saying what she wanted to do to both Sarah and I. I soon put her straight and told her to stay quiet now that she had gotten him all hot under the collar, Sarah also had the same instructions and was finding the whole situation absolutely hilarious!
After a good 2 or 3 minutes had passed, he started to get funny and asking where we all were and why we had suddenly gone quiet! I had both Sasha and Sarah messaging me saying that he was still trying to chat with them but they were both ignoring him! Was absolutely wetting myself by the end of it all! I know it is shocking, me not wanting to play when being offered it on a plate, but George really does not appeal, he is the sort of guy who thinks he is the bees knees and a complete arrogant knob jockey! I really hope that Sasha has now seen what he is really like and I don’t need to try to put her of him any more.
Oh well, you win some and you lose some… he is definitely one to be lost!
New Audience
Nice lazy day. Chatting to Sarah until the small hours. Sent her a small chunk of my writing (about having a threesome) which she thoroughly enjoyed and boosted my confidence. She said how it made her feel like she needed a shag, which must be a good response right?! We ended up having a very giggly online conversation about having threesomes and involving a guy we used to work with. May be something to play on at a later date?!
Saturday, 9 February 2008
Arranged with Jennie for me to come and stay next weekend as we haven‘t seen each other for ages. I still wanted to get to the bottom of her conversation with Dale and to find out if she really had told him I had been sleeping around before I left him (just to remind you, that is NOT true, I would never cheat on someone, now with someone is somehow different… Don’t ask, still haven’t worked it out myself, it just is!)
Later that evening I went over to a village near my home town for my Grandad’s birthday party. It was rather bizarre being there as I hadn’t seen most of the people attending for quite a few years! It was really good to see all of the relatives who only ever crawl out of the wood work at big events such as Grandad’s 80th, even better to see my brother and his girlfriend. Neither of whom I have seen for nearly 3 years. Our long break was all because I found and met our half brother Lucas and my whole brother really didn’t like that I was interested in meeting him. Long story for another night I think!
The party was a nice event, me and my mum were seated at the top table which I thought was nice considering that she was my grandmother’s ex-daughter-in-law! I have to admit though, the party really dragged on! The food was finally presented, which turned out to be a simple buffet of cold meats and salads (oh and some quiches which Nan made, not the caterer!), even a 5 year old could have done a better spread! By the time the final table had gone up to get some food, we (at the top table) had long since finished eating and were pretty much ready to go, but there was still the puddings and speeches to go.
The desserts eventually appeared and to everyone’s surprise, they had all been made by Nan, not the caterer which they had paid to supply all of the food! While the last few tables were finishing off their puds, Pier (Grandad’s best friend of over 30 years) stood up and began the speeches. They had prepared a “This is your life” style presentation with plenty of embarrassing photos of Grandad, from when he was a toddler right up till modern day! I have to admit though, the way they had pieced it all together was wonderful and really very touching, especially when it came to his 3 daughters… One lives in Ireland and for some reason or another couldn’t get over here, Val was present at the party and did a short speech to him and the third was in India (can’t remember why!) but she had made a speech to camera and sent it over for him to watch at the party. It was really quite moving to watch him up there.
Once the speeches were over and done with, mum and I made our goodbyes and retreated to the car. Once there I checked my phone to find a message from Lou saying that their daughter had fallen off of the bunk bed and split her head open. They had only just gotten out of hospital and this was at 11 pm! He also added on the end of the text that he was glad I had managed to wrangle my way to stay over the next weekend! That is just typical of Lou!
Later that evening I went over to a village near my home town for my Grandad’s birthday party. It was rather bizarre being there as I hadn’t seen most of the people attending for quite a few years! It was really good to see all of the relatives who only ever crawl out of the wood work at big events such as Grandad’s 80th, even better to see my brother and his girlfriend. Neither of whom I have seen for nearly 3 years. Our long break was all because I found and met our half brother Lucas and my whole brother really didn’t like that I was interested in meeting him. Long story for another night I think!
The party was a nice event, me and my mum were seated at the top table which I thought was nice considering that she was my grandmother’s ex-daughter-in-law! I have to admit though, the party really dragged on! The food was finally presented, which turned out to be a simple buffet of cold meats and salads (oh and some quiches which Nan made, not the caterer!), even a 5 year old could have done a better spread! By the time the final table had gone up to get some food, we (at the top table) had long since finished eating and were pretty much ready to go, but there was still the puddings and speeches to go.
The desserts eventually appeared and to everyone’s surprise, they had all been made by Nan, not the caterer which they had paid to supply all of the food! While the last few tables were finishing off their puds, Pier (Grandad’s best friend of over 30 years) stood up and began the speeches. They had prepared a “This is your life” style presentation with plenty of embarrassing photos of Grandad, from when he was a toddler right up till modern day! I have to admit though, the way they had pieced it all together was wonderful and really very touching, especially when it came to his 3 daughters… One lives in Ireland and for some reason or another couldn’t get over here, Val was present at the party and did a short speech to him and the third was in India (can’t remember why!) but she had made a speech to camera and sent it over for him to watch at the party. It was really quite moving to watch him up there.
Once the speeches were over and done with, mum and I made our goodbyes and retreated to the car. Once there I checked my phone to find a message from Lou saying that their daughter had fallen off of the bunk bed and split her head open. They had only just gotten out of hospital and this was at 11 pm! He also added on the end of the text that he was glad I had managed to wrangle my way to stay over the next weekend! That is just typical of Lou!
Friday, 8 February 2008
What a day! I got up at about half 8 and did some basic housework and blitzed the kitchen. By the time this was all done I realized that I had wasted too much time and my Gran would be coming round to pick me up in 10 minutes! Raced upstairs to get dressed whilst texting Lou at the same time. I was on day four of no smoking and wanted to tell him as it’s mainly down to Lou that I gave up!
He soon text me back but I had to ignore the messages until I got up to my Gran’s house. The messages mainly consisted of the fact he was horny and couldn’t wait to see me. That was the general gist of it anyway!
I was supposed to be spending the day with my Gran helping her to make some flower arrangements for my grandad’s birthday party the following day. When we arrived, she announced that there were only fourteen to make, shouldn’t take too long then! I started to work my magic green fingers and the messages from Lou kept coming.
Lou - “Are you up to much today? A bit later do you want to have text sex?”
Me - Don’t know if I’ll have chance, my Gran’s roped me into doing the flowers for my Grandads birthday party.”
Lou - “Can I arrange your flower?! Maybe later then?”
My Gran had obviously been watching me and mentioned that I was smirking a lot! I felt my cheeks flush red just as my aunty walked into the kitchen. She also stated asking questions which I just about managed to dodge!
Throughout the day, Lou and I were texting each other, teasing and playing. Both making each other more frustrated! I started to rush the flowers so that I could get home quicker and do something about it. It was nearly five in the afternoon by the time we had finished them! As soon as I got home I rushed upstairs and barricaded the door from both mum and the cat an soon set to texting Lou again. I sent him a couple of pictures and he went quiet. I felt so confused, had he been caught at work? Had Jennie arrived and found the messages? I later found out that his phone was playing up and he was trying to fix it! He text me at about 8 pm saying that he was coming over as he had a mate to see in Yeovil and wanted me to help him find the house.
He showed up not long after and text me to say he was outside. I took my laptop with me to throw mum off the scent of the affair (she can usually spot it a mile off and has already asked me if I am seeing Lou!), when I got into the car I sat there and looked at him.
“You’d better of thought of somewhere we can go” he said.
“I thought we were going to your mates first? Or was that just an excuse?!”
“Just an excuse! Which way?” he asked chuckling slightly “I am so horny right now, shall we try the same place as before?”
I should have known that it was an excuse! But it helped me out with mum though, as I cannot lie to save my life! I quickly ran through a few different discreet places in my mind, other than the airbase, but all I could think of was places where I used to go and shoot up back when I was an addict. And believe me, on a dark Friday night, you don’t want to be hanging around those areas of town.
We eventually pulled up in the dark lane outside Crash Gate number 4 at the airbase and sat in the car talking about when he was gong to leave Jennie (around April probably but before or after their holiday he‘s not sure) and how we can continue to cover our relationship up whilst living together! His mind soon wondered to other things and his hand soon crept across my leg slowly working his ay up my thigh. His hand wandered up under my skirt until he was rubbing desperately on my clit.
Just then we noticed some car head lights heading along the runway. It was the armed patrol car, obviously doing the night patrol around the perimeter of the base. It disappeared from sight and we both new that we wouldn’t have too long before the car made it’s way to this side of the air base. Lou started the car and reversed up the lane a short way and finally pulled into a cut in, close to the hedge. I stepped out of the car and walked around to the drivers side and kissed him passionately as he climbed out of the car. We stood embracing for what felt like hours when he suddenly pushed me down onto the drivers seat. He hooked up my skirt and started to play with my clit through my knickers and I reached out and felt his throbbing hard on, pushing hard against the fabric of his trousers. I began to undo his trousers when his hands suddenly pushed mine out of the way and he frantically undid them himself.
He pushed himself into me so deep it hurt. He pulled back out asking if I was ok and if I wanted it deep, “Yeah, you just caught me off guard! I like it deep, just still not used to your size.” I shouldn’t have referred to his size, you could see instantly from the glint in his eye that it had boosted his ego!
He soon pushed back in this time instantly stimulating my g-spot. As soon as I screamed out in pleasure he froze “what’s wrong?” I asked and received no response. He was still in me yet not moving, so I asked again.
“Shh!” He whispered, “Someone’s behind the hedge.” We both stood still listening for any signs of other people. I heard a twig break and saw a large shadow move behind the hedge. My heart was pounding, I used to live just around the corner from where we were stood and still new plenty of people in the area, I did not need to have one of them perving out over me and my lover! Worse still, what if they were to say something to mum about me being in the neighbourhood with a man?! Be fun trying to explain my way out of that one!
“It’s fine, it’s just a horse” Lou said in a husky voice, I still wasn’t convinced and buried my head in the car to stop anyone being able to recognize me. Not long after that, I felt him shudder as he began to shoo this load deep into me.
At the same time we noticed a couple of car headlights rapidly approaching the other side of the fence, towards the air base. As they approached, I recognized the markings on the vehicle as those on an armoured guards van and alerted Lou. We rapidly got back into the car and sped off back towards my home town.
He soon text me back but I had to ignore the messages until I got up to my Gran’s house. The messages mainly consisted of the fact he was horny and couldn’t wait to see me. That was the general gist of it anyway!
I was supposed to be spending the day with my Gran helping her to make some flower arrangements for my grandad’s birthday party the following day. When we arrived, she announced that there were only fourteen to make, shouldn’t take too long then! I started to work my magic green fingers and the messages from Lou kept coming.
Lou - “Are you up to much today? A bit later do you want to have text sex?”
Me - Don’t know if I’ll have chance, my Gran’s roped me into doing the flowers for my Grandads birthday party.”
Lou - “Can I arrange your flower?! Maybe later then?”
My Gran had obviously been watching me and mentioned that I was smirking a lot! I felt my cheeks flush red just as my aunty walked into the kitchen. She also stated asking questions which I just about managed to dodge!
Throughout the day, Lou and I were texting each other, teasing and playing. Both making each other more frustrated! I started to rush the flowers so that I could get home quicker and do something about it. It was nearly five in the afternoon by the time we had finished them! As soon as I got home I rushed upstairs and barricaded the door from both mum and the cat an soon set to texting Lou again. I sent him a couple of pictures and he went quiet. I felt so confused, had he been caught at work? Had Jennie arrived and found the messages? I later found out that his phone was playing up and he was trying to fix it! He text me at about 8 pm saying that he was coming over as he had a mate to see in Yeovil and wanted me to help him find the house.
He showed up not long after and text me to say he was outside. I took my laptop with me to throw mum off the scent of the affair (she can usually spot it a mile off and has already asked me if I am seeing Lou!), when I got into the car I sat there and looked at him.
“You’d better of thought of somewhere we can go” he said.
“I thought we were going to your mates first? Or was that just an excuse?!”
“Just an excuse! Which way?” he asked chuckling slightly “I am so horny right now, shall we try the same place as before?”
I should have known that it was an excuse! But it helped me out with mum though, as I cannot lie to save my life! I quickly ran through a few different discreet places in my mind, other than the airbase, but all I could think of was places where I used to go and shoot up back when I was an addict. And believe me, on a dark Friday night, you don’t want to be hanging around those areas of town.
We eventually pulled up in the dark lane outside Crash Gate number 4 at the airbase and sat in the car talking about when he was gong to leave Jennie (around April probably but before or after their holiday he‘s not sure) and how we can continue to cover our relationship up whilst living together! His mind soon wondered to other things and his hand soon crept across my leg slowly working his ay up my thigh. His hand wandered up under my skirt until he was rubbing desperately on my clit.
Just then we noticed some car head lights heading along the runway. It was the armed patrol car, obviously doing the night patrol around the perimeter of the base. It disappeared from sight and we both new that we wouldn’t have too long before the car made it’s way to this side of the air base. Lou started the car and reversed up the lane a short way and finally pulled into a cut in, close to the hedge. I stepped out of the car and walked around to the drivers side and kissed him passionately as he climbed out of the car. We stood embracing for what felt like hours when he suddenly pushed me down onto the drivers seat. He hooked up my skirt and started to play with my clit through my knickers and I reached out and felt his throbbing hard on, pushing hard against the fabric of his trousers. I began to undo his trousers when his hands suddenly pushed mine out of the way and he frantically undid them himself.
He pushed himself into me so deep it hurt. He pulled back out asking if I was ok and if I wanted it deep, “Yeah, you just caught me off guard! I like it deep, just still not used to your size.” I shouldn’t have referred to his size, you could see instantly from the glint in his eye that it had boosted his ego!
He soon pushed back in this time instantly stimulating my g-spot. As soon as I screamed out in pleasure he froze “what’s wrong?” I asked and received no response. He was still in me yet not moving, so I asked again.
“Shh!” He whispered, “Someone’s behind the hedge.” We both stood still listening for any signs of other people. I heard a twig break and saw a large shadow move behind the hedge. My heart was pounding, I used to live just around the corner from where we were stood and still new plenty of people in the area, I did not need to have one of them perving out over me and my lover! Worse still, what if they were to say something to mum about me being in the neighbourhood with a man?! Be fun trying to explain my way out of that one!
“It’s fine, it’s just a horse” Lou said in a husky voice, I still wasn’t convinced and buried my head in the car to stop anyone being able to recognize me. Not long after that, I felt him shudder as he began to shoo this load deep into me.
At the same time we noticed a couple of car headlights rapidly approaching the other side of the fence, towards the air base. As they approached, I recognized the markings on the vehicle as those on an armoured guards van and alerted Lou. We rapidly got back into the car and sped off back towards my home town.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
So I'm now anorexic and a self-harmer?! Stupid drama queen nurse!
Went back up to Bristol hospital today for my pre-op assessment. Had to wait over an hour before the nurse finally called me in. And boy was she unprofessional! She had just weighed me and measured me up (I think it’s for my coffin for when the op goes hideously wrong! - Joke!), and we were sat in her office chatting about the lengthy form I had just completed when her office phone rang. It was a call for someone else who she went and fetched in to take the call. This other nurse was stood up chatting away on the phone quite happily and oblivious to the fact that I was getting really pissed off and had the cheek to reveal that she was talking to her husband and he was finally cooking dinner that night! A tad unprofessional don’t you think?! Then she even stood chatting to my nurse about what he might cook for the next 10 minutes! Fuming!!!
After she finally got the picture that we were in the middle of something, she made her excuses and rushed off out of the room leaving my original nurse to start quizzing me about my weight.
“I’m sorry but I have to ask this… Are you anorexic?” Oh dear Lord! What is it that makes people think I am anorexic?! Every time I go into hospital I get told I am anorexic whether I admit to it or not. I may be very slim however to be anorexic you need to believe you are fat and want to lose weight, which I must say, I know for a fact that I am below my ideal weight and uber skinny, but believe me, I want to put weight on!
She then had to take some blood for a clotting test, I immediately rolled up my left sleeve and explained to her that she wouldn’t get anything from my other arm as the vein was too scarred and had collapsed. Her response… “So you’re a self harmer then, oh dear, you really should stop that you know, it’s not going to help you in any way, shape or form!”
I felt my jaw drop open, “Sorry you what?!” I exclaimed, my mum trying to stifle a chuckle!
The nurse didn’t even respond to my shock. I have had Doctors and nurses in the past correctly figure out my collapsed vein and scarring issue being from my past addiction and one of the few track marks I still have visible. I had never been accused of self harming though!
Mum still doesn’t know the full story on my scarred arm, it happens to have been an ideal coincidence that one morning a few years ago, I had fainted and collapsed with my arm caught on the door handle scratching right along the vein giving me a fantastic cover story for my obvious track mark.
After she finally got the picture that we were in the middle of something, she made her excuses and rushed off out of the room leaving my original nurse to start quizzing me about my weight.
“I’m sorry but I have to ask this… Are you anorexic?” Oh dear Lord! What is it that makes people think I am anorexic?! Every time I go into hospital I get told I am anorexic whether I admit to it or not. I may be very slim however to be anorexic you need to believe you are fat and want to lose weight, which I must say, I know for a fact that I am below my ideal weight and uber skinny, but believe me, I want to put weight on!
She then had to take some blood for a clotting test, I immediately rolled up my left sleeve and explained to her that she wouldn’t get anything from my other arm as the vein was too scarred and had collapsed. Her response… “So you’re a self harmer then, oh dear, you really should stop that you know, it’s not going to help you in any way, shape or form!”
I felt my jaw drop open, “Sorry you what?!” I exclaimed, my mum trying to stifle a chuckle!
The nurse didn’t even respond to my shock. I have had Doctors and nurses in the past correctly figure out my collapsed vein and scarring issue being from my past addiction and one of the few track marks I still have visible. I had never been accused of self harming though!
Mum still doesn’t know the full story on my scarred arm, it happens to have been an ideal coincidence that one morning a few years ago, I had fainted and collapsed with my arm caught on the door handle scratching right along the vein giving me a fantastic cover story for my obvious track mark.
Yet more slanderous comments, getting a little tedious now!
Dale wrote on our friend Camilla’s (we know her from church) Face Book wall today - “Jen has admitted that Skelly had been shagging around with Lou’s best mate before she left us.” When I saw this I was furious! I had to get my solicitor to write him a letter a few months ago as he had been sending slanderous emails and accusing me of all sorts on line where the whole world (including most of our friends) could easily read it, and here he was doing the same thing again. God it makes me so angry!
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Sex and the City stylee
Tonight I went out for a meal with Sarah from my Yeovil store. This was the first time we had really done anything outside of work together as friends and it was great! We talked about absolutely everything and anything, it was just like a scene from Sex and the City, we had several rather explicit conversations which we tried and failed miserably to keep quiet about. There was a family sat just behind us enjoying a meal, the kids must have only been 6 and 14 if that! The poor mother was desperately trying to keep them distracted from our conversation! Was quite amused watching her attempts! We can be terrible influences and corrupt anyone who comes into contact!
Friday, 1 February 2008
False Accusations
It all started as a nice, simple, normal day. Chilling out and doing the odd bit of housework, just how I like it. Then come the evening my world came crashing down, yet again because of Dale. I was surfing the net as I usually do in the evening and a little box popped up in the bottom right hand corner of the screen. “New message from Dale Forth” the cheery little box announced. I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest as I clicked on the e-mail icon.
“heya jennie just admittted that you been shagging drew since before you left, we knew you was shagging around i said it before, you dirty slag you will burn in hell even tho you are a christian, slut, but then you alaways were fucking some bloke behind my back wernt u, 3 so far by our count. jonathon says I HATE YOU BECAUSE OF WOT U DONE AND ALL THE LIES U TOLD, POOR BLOKE ANDREW YOURE NEXT VICTIM,”
Oh my God. When will he ever give up and what the hell has Jennie been saying and why?! Had she found out about Lou and I? If so then I understand why she would be spreading shit about me, or had Dale done his usual trick and twisted the truth in his head and now believes his story till death? Three people??? Ok, so who could they be (according to Dale that is!)… Obviously Drew, he accused me of sleeping with my old manager only two weeks after I met the guy! But who could the third be? Perhaps Lou, he was the first man he accused me of fancying?
Almost immediately after this e-mail, the now not so cheery little box popped up saying “New message from Dale Forth”. I now felt sick and hesitantly clicked to bring up the new e-mail. This one started off by saying “stop sending Viagra and impotency stuff, my cock works well and I have never had any complaints before or after you. Hm, well I could argue the point but there really is no point! From what I remember he was small, always came too quick and really was nothing impressive. I also hasten to add that I haven’t been sending him anything. I have had no contact with him for just over a month, and didn’t really intend on having any contact ever again.
Once again the little pop-up box appeared revealling that I have a new message from Dale. God when will this ever end? I thought to my self and then laughed out loud when I opened the message. I couldn’t help it, the thought of what I was supposedly doing was absolutely hilarious with my current disability! It was a very short and not so sweet email saying “and can you also stop trying to break into our home to steal things, I have already told you we have changed the locks, I have informed the police of your activities and they have taken finger prints, see you in court.”
How on earth am I even supposed to get there to break in, I have a very much broken leg for God’s sake! Plus there is nothing in the flat that would be worth stealing! I took all of the things which were rightfully mine when I left, surely if I wanted to steal anything I could have quite easily done it back then! And my finger prints are bound to be all over the flat, I lived there for just over a year! That guy has completely lost the plot, I just worry about poor Jonathon getting caught up in the middle of all of this and being fed lies from his father constantly. I think he will grow up to be a really twisted kid who uses and abuses women, he’ll never trust them that’s for sure. Such a shame as he is such a sweet little boy, or he was before I left when I last saw him.
I tried to phone Jennie on both her mobile and landline, but got no response. Perhaps Dale was still over there and she couldn’t talk? Or what if she new the truth about me and Lou? She must have been absolutely fuming and I would understand her not wanting to talk to me. I rang Lou’s phone and again no answer. What the hell was going on? My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breath from the shock of everything that was happening then came a message which made my heart stop.
Barry text me saying “Hey Kelly, Could you ring Jennie at home? She said she had something urgent to tell you. B” Oh dear God. What if she had told Barry and Phillis about the Lou having an affair? That would ruin practically every single friendship I have in Taunton. I tried calling both Jennie and Lou, and again, no response. I was getting really worried now and decided to take the plunge and to call Barry.
He answered on the fourth ring and I just launched into it… “Hi Barry, hope you’re ok, what the hell is going on? I can’t get hold of Jen nor Lou, no one’s answering the house phone and Dale has sent me some pretty nasty emails accusing me of having affairs and apparently Jen has told him I was having an affair!” Phew, and breath… Sad as it sounds I really did have to tell myself to breath! My heart was in my throat as I waited for his response, the tension on the line was phenomenal, but he soon burst into life and explained what he could for me.
“Listen, Kell, Dale has been round here too and he was in a right state. He had obviously been drinking heavily and well, you know what he gets like when he has been drinking. I’m not sure if he was on anything but it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest.” He drew in a deep breath and began to explain about the visit saying how when Dale arrived he was making a big scene out in the street and getting very fired up and lairy demanding to come in to discuss my affairs and how much of a slut I was and why they had kept all of my secrets and helped me lie to him.
They reluctantly let him in the house as he had his son Jonathon with him. The poor kid. He is only seven years old and has already been through enough in his short life, he doesn’t need a psychotic father as well as a schizophrenic mother (birth mother not me I hasten to add!)! He launched into a verbal attack on both Barry and Phillis calling them both liars and telling them that Jennie has admitted to him about me having been seeing Drew before I left him and that there were several other men I had been with which according to Dale, both of them knew about all of my “affairs”, He also went on to say that Richard (our minister) had been lying to him to cover for me and that everyone in the church was against him. Apparently he even decided to call me a few select names openly in front of my poor step son.
Barry also added that both of them looked pretty rough, not what I wanted to hear as I am already worried sick about how well Jonathon is being looked after! I suddenly heard Phillis (Jennie’s mother) pipe up in the background, “Honey I think we ought to call round and see Jennie, I can’t get through to her either and I’m really worried.” That made me feel scared, obviously with the state that Dale was in, he could do anything. He had a violent past and easily flipped when he had been drinking. I left them to it and continued to try to get through to either Jennie or Lou.
An hour later Phillis called me saying she now had the full story, from Lou who wasn’t even there at the time of Dale’s visit. It turns out that he had barged his way into the house with the excuse that Jonathon wanted to see Jennie’s son. The two kids used to be best friends with in the church, but obviously with everything that had been going on with Dale and I, Dale had withdrawn from the church and stopped Jonathon seeing Jen’s son. So why he would suddenly decide to let him go and see the other kid is beyond me!
Not only that but it was way past Jen’s son’s bed time and considering that he is only 5 years old, it is kind of obvious that he wouldn’t be up and ready for a play date at near 9pm! Plus Jonathon should be in bed as well! He has such crap parenting skills! ARGH! But I’m not going to get involved, he can bring up his son how he likes and would only create more problems and stress for Jonathon if I was to go to Social Services. And just think, if he didn’t have the kid to think about, I dread to think what he would do to me, for all I know he could start stalking me and maybe even harm me, he scares the pants off me.
So glad I’m out of that relationship now. Despite hearing that he is currently car-less I still dead bolted and chained the front door. If he really wanted to, he’d get here and I dread to think what he would do if he did come round.
“heya jennie just admittted that you been shagging drew since before you left, we knew you was shagging around i said it before, you dirty slag you will burn in hell even tho you are a christian, slut, but then you alaways were fucking some bloke behind my back wernt u, 3 so far by our count. jonathon says I HATE YOU BECAUSE OF WOT U DONE AND ALL THE LIES U TOLD, POOR BLOKE ANDREW YOURE NEXT VICTIM,”
Oh my God. When will he ever give up and what the hell has Jennie been saying and why?! Had she found out about Lou and I? If so then I understand why she would be spreading shit about me, or had Dale done his usual trick and twisted the truth in his head and now believes his story till death? Three people??? Ok, so who could they be (according to Dale that is!)… Obviously Drew, he accused me of sleeping with my old manager only two weeks after I met the guy! But who could the third be? Perhaps Lou, he was the first man he accused me of fancying?
Almost immediately after this e-mail, the now not so cheery little box popped up saying “New message from Dale Forth”. I now felt sick and hesitantly clicked to bring up the new e-mail. This one started off by saying “stop sending Viagra and impotency stuff, my cock works well and I have never had any complaints before or after you. Hm, well I could argue the point but there really is no point! From what I remember he was small, always came too quick and really was nothing impressive. I also hasten to add that I haven’t been sending him anything. I have had no contact with him for just over a month, and didn’t really intend on having any contact ever again.
Once again the little pop-up box appeared revealling that I have a new message from Dale. God when will this ever end? I thought to my self and then laughed out loud when I opened the message. I couldn’t help it, the thought of what I was supposedly doing was absolutely hilarious with my current disability! It was a very short and not so sweet email saying “and can you also stop trying to break into our home to steal things, I have already told you we have changed the locks, I have informed the police of your activities and they have taken finger prints, see you in court.”
How on earth am I even supposed to get there to break in, I have a very much broken leg for God’s sake! Plus there is nothing in the flat that would be worth stealing! I took all of the things which were rightfully mine when I left, surely if I wanted to steal anything I could have quite easily done it back then! And my finger prints are bound to be all over the flat, I lived there for just over a year! That guy has completely lost the plot, I just worry about poor Jonathon getting caught up in the middle of all of this and being fed lies from his father constantly. I think he will grow up to be a really twisted kid who uses and abuses women, he’ll never trust them that’s for sure. Such a shame as he is such a sweet little boy, or he was before I left when I last saw him.
I tried to phone Jennie on both her mobile and landline, but got no response. Perhaps Dale was still over there and she couldn’t talk? Or what if she new the truth about me and Lou? She must have been absolutely fuming and I would understand her not wanting to talk to me. I rang Lou’s phone and again no answer. What the hell was going on? My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breath from the shock of everything that was happening then came a message which made my heart stop.
Barry text me saying “Hey Kelly, Could you ring Jennie at home? She said she had something urgent to tell you. B” Oh dear God. What if she had told Barry and Phillis about the Lou having an affair? That would ruin practically every single friendship I have in Taunton. I tried calling both Jennie and Lou, and again, no response. I was getting really worried now and decided to take the plunge and to call Barry.
He answered on the fourth ring and I just launched into it… “Hi Barry, hope you’re ok, what the hell is going on? I can’t get hold of Jen nor Lou, no one’s answering the house phone and Dale has sent me some pretty nasty emails accusing me of having affairs and apparently Jen has told him I was having an affair!” Phew, and breath… Sad as it sounds I really did have to tell myself to breath! My heart was in my throat as I waited for his response, the tension on the line was phenomenal, but he soon burst into life and explained what he could for me.
“Listen, Kell, Dale has been round here too and he was in a right state. He had obviously been drinking heavily and well, you know what he gets like when he has been drinking. I’m not sure if he was on anything but it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest.” He drew in a deep breath and began to explain about the visit saying how when Dale arrived he was making a big scene out in the street and getting very fired up and lairy demanding to come in to discuss my affairs and how much of a slut I was and why they had kept all of my secrets and helped me lie to him.
They reluctantly let him in the house as he had his son Jonathon with him. The poor kid. He is only seven years old and has already been through enough in his short life, he doesn’t need a psychotic father as well as a schizophrenic mother (birth mother not me I hasten to add!)! He launched into a verbal attack on both Barry and Phillis calling them both liars and telling them that Jennie has admitted to him about me having been seeing Drew before I left him and that there were several other men I had been with which according to Dale, both of them knew about all of my “affairs”, He also went on to say that Richard (our minister) had been lying to him to cover for me and that everyone in the church was against him. Apparently he even decided to call me a few select names openly in front of my poor step son.
Barry also added that both of them looked pretty rough, not what I wanted to hear as I am already worried sick about how well Jonathon is being looked after! I suddenly heard Phillis (Jennie’s mother) pipe up in the background, “Honey I think we ought to call round and see Jennie, I can’t get through to her either and I’m really worried.” That made me feel scared, obviously with the state that Dale was in, he could do anything. He had a violent past and easily flipped when he had been drinking. I left them to it and continued to try to get through to either Jennie or Lou.
An hour later Phillis called me saying she now had the full story, from Lou who wasn’t even there at the time of Dale’s visit. It turns out that he had barged his way into the house with the excuse that Jonathon wanted to see Jennie’s son. The two kids used to be best friends with in the church, but obviously with everything that had been going on with Dale and I, Dale had withdrawn from the church and stopped Jonathon seeing Jen’s son. So why he would suddenly decide to let him go and see the other kid is beyond me!
Not only that but it was way past Jen’s son’s bed time and considering that he is only 5 years old, it is kind of obvious that he wouldn’t be up and ready for a play date at near 9pm! Plus Jonathon should be in bed as well! He has such crap parenting skills! ARGH! But I’m not going to get involved, he can bring up his son how he likes and would only create more problems and stress for Jonathon if I was to go to Social Services. And just think, if he didn’t have the kid to think about, I dread to think what he would do to me, for all I know he could start stalking me and maybe even harm me, he scares the pants off me.
So glad I’m out of that relationship now. Despite hearing that he is currently car-less I still dead bolted and chained the front door. If he really wanted to, he’d get here and I dread to think what he would do if he did come round.
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