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Date: 20 August 2004 20:02:55
Today I phoned a friend, on the flimsiest of work-based pretexts, who trained with me a few years back and who was one of the people who kept me sane when I first qualified as a health visitor and a few of us found ourselves dumped in really awful jobs with no support. We used to meet pretty regularly for "clinical supervision" (read: lunch and gossip). The last time I saw her was just before Christmas, when we caught up and she was filling me in on the ongoing saga of her love life. Basically she'd been living with this guy for several years, and they always wanted to get married, but his family hated her and would have nothing to do with her, refusing to acknowledge her existence (other than periodically when they used to write to her bf and tell him that if they had children together they'd probably have horns and cloven hooves and other delightful stuff like that. They were also always trying to introduce him to eligible women). When I saw her last she was utterly gobsmacked as they'd just (a week or so previously) invited them both over, showered her with gifts and asked them why they weren't married yet (she apparently smiled sweetly and managed to resist the temptation of replying "because you lot are so evil"). So that was how I'd left things, and what with broken feet, exams, essays and no longer working down the road from each other we hadn't seen each other since. Anyway - she's getting married at the end of the year, I'm so thrilled for her as nobody should have put up with what she's had to go through these last years. I was slightly less thrilled though with her suggestion to remedy my own single state, which basically boiled down to one night stands and sperm banks (oh dear God I'm going to get some classic Google hits now).
In other news, this evening I cooked more blackberry flapjacks (something else which has proven surprisingly good Google fodder) for the wibby birthday party at Greenbelt. The only thing is, I've now got to spend the whole of the next week knowing they're in the house and not eating them. This will prove to be a feat of indescribable willpower - or indescribable weakness, depending on whether I give in or not.