Wow came across this old blog from 2012. Wow so much has changed since then. Firstly, I am married to the lovely Mike. We have an equally lovely little one. So that shelf I was definitely not on, remains empty. I can honestly say that I had a great time being single, I made some great friends, met some amazing people (and some not so amazing ones), went on holidays, drank cocktails, visited new places and laughed with the best of them. Married life is pretty much the same except now I have a compardre to do my laughing with. We are now a we not an I. We get to plan holidays, kitchens, dinner, what to watch on tv, where to go, who to go with. I get to plan plan holidays, kitchens, dinner, what to watch on tv, where to go, who to go with. Except that does not express what Mike means to me. That is the planner, the who takes out the bins, whose turn is it to make tea, who sorts out the budget part of relationship. Mike is funny, kind, loving, compassionate, demonstrat
So today is only three days to this year's big do - my sisters wedding. It has surprised me all the people who are concerned about how I feel. Obviously I am really happy she has met someone who appreciates and loves her. Isn't that what we all want for those we care about. I gave been reminded politely and not so politely that I am Now the last sister on the shelf. Yes, it's true it's just me. However just me includes a whole family of friends, family - blood and non blood and assorted adventurers and just random connections. Perhaps in Victorian England I could agree with the statement being on a shelf but right now in sunny Dorset I am too busy to waste my time sitting on shelves.