The key to the city.

So, about time for an update,

29/11/1982

So the big day happened and it was everything i hoped it would be, i saw everyone i wanted to see and to top it all i got trolleyed. It all started at nine AM where i woke up to wht could be described, COULD be described as a thing of beauty, freckle face , snoring oh so softly, drooling ever so slightly on my pillows, lucky it wasn't my boobs, which i am told are perty and point upwards, which is always a nice thing to hear from anybody, but more specifically my pretty boy boyfriend.
Next in line for my day was the hairdressers, who were simon that is, under strict instructions to make me look like a princess, now after threee hours in the chair and and hour having my head foiled and dried, then washing, rinsing then finally the cut and blow dry, yes it did look pretty, and new colours and everything, lovely straight sexy hair that i new james would like . Now admittedly i walked into the shop looking all pretty in a dress bearing gifts in the form of mums good chocolate cake with the hope, and intention of getting a discount, did not work!! £ 92 pounds, andthat is apperently with the discount of ten pounds. Now according to the bill, i was paying for a re-style, an extra 20 quid on top of standard cut, now i definately did not have a restyle, but i did not have the guts to mention it, obviously the chocolate cake did no good, never mind, i left with the grace and style that my new look deserved and got stared at lots, fuck it, it was my birthday, i looked hot and i enjoyed the attention.
The next plan was lunch with mum, pip and hugh, daddio could not come as the shed was being built and he didn't want to leave them unsupervised. Lunch it was at the worlds end in dorset, it was nice, we were polite and presents were exchanged, mum gave me 20 for alcohol, pip gave me tada, and i opened cards, some with cheques in others with vouchers, all in all a nice trip, however i couldn't help wishing i could have spent the day with my man, but never mind, not a possibility, and once again i know realise next year that will not occur as he will be in a far far away land making his fortune, now is not the time to think about these things.

Then i went home, had a bath, shaved everywhere i could, chose my outfit and looked pretty and awaited the arrival of liv, who came at five for an hour where she watched me get into my undies get dressed, drink some wine, drink some tea and we talked about her and al and her lack of orgasms, liv if you ever read this i apologise, you know i love you. So she left, twenty minutes later james arrived, late i might add, not that i mind, i even managed to prevent myself from texting him asking him where he was, im a good girlfriend, so he turned upi looking oh so fine and smelling oh so good and promtly told me that he had a semi on which then ended or climaxed in me being bent over and well you can guess the rest. After tha and a quick redress after we had ten minutes to get to the restaurant for our seven o clock date at my most favourite and also the best restaurant in town the wild orchid.

Where was i, so i pick this up a week and a half later, iv had my birthday, i got well and truly slaughtered but not before i coherently layed down the fact to james that there is and never will be no chance of a threesome, unless the fancy takes me, which it won't. So the orange rooms with mani, some guy from primal scream, ali who cops of with some guy called paul who we later find out after two shags and two days that he has a fiance, poor allie. Anyway back to the berry mojitos i had crammed down my throat all night, and if anybody were to get pissed on anything then it has to be that , the sweetest tasting hang over i ever had, but of course i don't get hang overs thanks to the wonders of alka seltzer and of course the hair of the dog.

So lets skip a couple of days forward to the most pretentious christmas staff do in the world ever, one where im so afraid to relax and get drunk as i think im being watched, by the senior team, as god forbid that my behaviour has been noticed.' Speaking of which my team leader is a total gob shite, and everyone with whom i have spoken with agrees, when she spoke to me about being attached to a patient because he nearly died three times, the guy deserves to live and if i was a little upset by his deterioration and happy at his obvious recovery, and be told i shouldn't be so, then hey i dont want to be a nurse anymore. But im not going to bitch any more.

Nights with nige and mel, nothing worth mentioning, mel was just talking about her man, her big black man who shes decided to date, this weekend she tells him about her two year old daughter, izzy, i would love to have heard that conversation.

The following weekend arrives, and saturday, my god i thought it would'nt be too hard to prepare dinner for six, i think in my estimations two planned in the space of one week is a bit much, but if the one this coming friday goes as well as last saturday, all be it much less expensive, i spent far too much money, but hey, i made people happy we drank lots of wine, baileys coffee, ate home made ice cream and i managed to fool a master chef, or home economics teacher , sorry food technician, technical scientist, whatever jedd you want to call it you are it, you amazingly wonderful big gay puff, back to the point, fool him into believing my paxo turkey gut stuffing was home made, well the apricots and lemon were mine, i have to take some credit.
The night came to an end with me kicking everybody out at midnight due to myself and james practically falling asleep on the sofa, well i wasn't but james was at the drooling on my shoulder stage, woken with a start causing the saliva to crawl down by bust, beautiful. I love you baby. So after the dinner and bed and may i mention a massively excellant blow job, well it was, my skills are legend, well im pretty sure they are james does seem to tell his boys everything, and i guess his boys can only tell their boys, and their bitches in the hope that they too learn the skills that are, what im sure will become a nintendo wii game, the legendary blow jobs of Hattie: Techniques that will make you tremor. Sad ly however both myself and james were a little too tired for some boom boom that night, and i had a shed load of washing up to do the next day, with no help, yes i know baby, CARROTS, it all counts. Holes in boxes. So let me reafirm the tittle of this blog:

THE KEY TO THE CITY;
So at the end of the day this blog is all about me, my neuroces, my life challenges, my embarrasments and my mis spellings. My point being, at the moment james is offering me a very small hole into his ever so large box, which has taken 2 1/2 years to get too, a key too his flat, thanks darling, can i next put a pair of knickers in his drawers, maybe a tampon in the bathroom, my hot water bottle under his pillow, and a mug in his cupboards, hell why don't we just go all out and let me bring a tooth brush to his flat, Aaaaaaaaah god forbid.

No, i really appreciate it, and no it doesn't mean that he is in any way pussy whipped, and im sure that he is still the prime alpha male. Man of man flat, The Grrrrrrrrrrrrr of all man kind.
At the end of the day, james has to row his own ocean, (see what i did) and i have to live mine, he knows what i think, i know what he believes, but afterall, he is 26, and like it or not some day the wind is going to change and so will your/his life.

Now i am in devon, updating my blog and it really is about time too, i have spent today with my mum and we have had a really nice day, shopping, i have bought some really nice trainers for hiking, james will enjoy these as its what we are going to be using when we walk together in the new forest, small holes in my box, im sharing what i want to do, and i can see james shaking his head as he is reading this saying 'no!!!'. But hey ho, life moves on and things change.

Back to work wednesday.
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LOVE YOU.