Here Comes The Bride, Farewell MBF, Fear & Excitement Over The Move

I promised a pic from the holiday and I felt that me blind drunk at the hen night MJ dancing in a veil was the most appropriate....

I got out of the shower yesterday and roared the place down in shock when I looked at myself in the mirror and discovered that a much darker patch of tan had mysteriously appeared in my cleavage. I'm turning into a reverse Michael Jackson.... I either have to pray it disappears or find somewhere in London that I can lie out topless and scorch myself to even it up....oh dear...watch out Soho ;-)

It's like I never went on holiday now that I'm back at work. I keep daydreaming about being on the beach in my bikini and then my thoughts keep getting rudely interrupted by colleagues in work clothes.

There has been more change afoot in my life with the departure of MBF (Male Best Friend) who left the company last week. I've been meaning to mention that he was leaving but there has been a lot going on over the past month... I'm sure people think I took the week off last week so that I could cope better with his departure... Whilst we remain friends, we haven't been particularly close over the past few months and I've been busy falling in love. There was an awkward moment when the boyf came out a couple of weeks ago and he was there, but I didn't let that upset the evening. 'That's him isn't it?' said the ever perceptive boyf shortly after he had arrived. I hadn't even had a chance to say that he would be there so it was rather funny. The boyf was amused and unbothered which was a relief because if it had been any of my exes they would have thrown a wobbler and made a holy show of me. It's the end of an era though but admittedly a welcome one. It will be nice for both of us not to be the subject of speculation in the office and I think his exit puts the final curtain on things.

My flat is full of bags and boxes of stuff that I have packed up for my imminent move which I will be starting this weekend. I am excited....and I'm sh*tting a brick... I have lived on my own for three years and it's scarily exciting to be saying bon voyage to my bachelorette pad. I'm embarking on a new adventure but it does mean that I'll be thinking about someone other than myself in all of my plans. I'm really excited about sharing my life with the boyf and waking up to him every day and I know that me being me, moving in is going to be entertaining...brace yourselves! Fortunately the boyf knows that I'm a bit of a handful and is used to my antics so I don't think he is going to be in for a shocker. I'm not under any illusions about moving in together and we both recognise that we have to work at the relationship and not expect it to just happen. Relationships are made and worked at; you don't just leave them to chance.

If someone had said to me a year ago that I would have met someone and that we'd be moving in together I'd have rolled around laughing as I was sure that I had a few more years service as the Bad Date Clown...

Oh my GOD! I'm going to living with a boy! *starts wailing like Monica in Friends*
Oh my GOD! What if I happen to be putting on a wash and discover he has a skid in his undies?!!! *swoons melodramatically and breaks out in a cold sweat*

Happy July 4th my American friends! Have a fab day :-) I'm off to acupuncture.