Merry Christmas x

As has become tradition (thanks to always running around like a lunatic on Christmas Day) I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas Eve.  I've promised myself that 2012 will be better than 2011 and it's getting off to a good start: it's nearly come to the end of the year and I've still not heard from JP, I've made up with my sister (how much it will help I've no idea, she's still insane), my beautiful nephew is about to have a brother or sister and all's well and healthy, but most of all, Mum's cancer check up got moved forward sending her into meltdown, but we begged the lovely nurse and he moved it to 19th rather than 28th December, so it wouldn't hang over us like last year.. it's clear! Another one in March and if that's clear, she'll be officially in remission.

2012 is going to be great and not because it can't be worse than 2011, but because I'm going to make it great!

Merry Christmas everyone and a very Happy New Year! x

Sometimes even I think I'm a man...

I'm not the most girlie of girls - pink looks silly on me and yellow makes me look jaundiced!  I wear a lot of black because of my job, but also because it makes my thighs look marginally smaller.  This does not, however make me manly.  My male friends like talking to me and my brother and I have a lot in common, I can generally talk to anyone, including women.  I'm not big on gossip, unless it's seriously good and about someone I don't like, I'd rather talk about other things.  Is this the real reason I'm still single?  My girlfriends think men are crazy to be intimidated by me, yet they might have a point...

I hate romantic comedies
I love F1 and rugby
I can reverse park faster (and more accurately) than most men
One of my favourite films is Die Hard (Alan Rickman - what's not to love?!)
I look stupid with long flowing hair (my face is too small)

Having said that...

I cry every time I see My Girl
I love (and am slightly addicted to) shoes and underwear
I never leave the house without make up on
I'm short so live in heels
I've been in love with Robert Downey Jnr since I was 12!

A friend of mine told me the other day "You have f*ck off written across your forehead, that's why men never approach you."  My reply was "Well, at least it saves me having to say it."  I was, of course, kidding, but could she be right?  I'm never chatted up in bars (usually because I'm with a big group, and usually a male majority), but I did the other night; he was lovely and called Dan.  He was on his work night out with his (very) drunk boss, and he asked me for directions to the next good bar.  Being completely oblivious to his actual motive, I gave him directions and chatted to him for a while, then said goodbye... oops! Apparently he was dropping bomb-sized hints for my phone number, I had no idea.

Actually, I think I've figured out the real reason why I'm still single...