Last weekend, I met Andrew’s parents. For a while, he’d been speaking vaguely about us going back to his home city for Easter. (I won’t say where he’s from, to avoid identifying him, but it’s one of the smaller cities, a couple of hours from London.) Then, by Thursday, nothing had been mentioned, so I…
A couple of weeks ago, I had my last counselling session. I had a few final topics I wanted to talk through with her, while I still had the chance the trip to Paris, and how Andrew got depressed some work pressures an issue with my friend Ruth As I was walking to the session,…
I wrote most of this post back in February, but then everything happened with the anniversary of the fire and I wanted to write about that instead, and didn’t get round to completing this. Now it feels more relevant as Part Two of this saga has come up. Andrew and I had our first proper…
One of my best friends came to stay this weekend. I’ve realised she’s a jelly-fisher! The ‘jelly-fisher’ concept was introduced in Bridget Jones’ Diary. In the film, they say talking to a jellyfisher is like swimming in the sea, and being stung repeatedly by enormous jellyfish. But actually, in the book, that’s not quite what ‘jelly-fisher’…
Dater Analysis 