Naturally I'm quite sad, because I can't quite see it working. I'm working on the assumption that it's not going to work out. I think that we both want different things, plus the age difference is a bit of an issue for him (I am 32, he is 44 in 2 weeks). It's been one of the most reasonable break ups I've had, so I'm not in a terribly bad way, I'm functioning but I'm just sad with an added dose of pmt, because my body loves me :)
So, I comforted myself last night with pizza, Crabbies ginger beer and the Eurovision song contest. I loved the Moldovan entry, they were wearing pointy hats a la Harry Nilsson's The Point. This morning, I had to drop my housemate off at work, so decided on a bit of retail therapy and went to the car boot sale in Saddington.
I ended up buying my third copy of Willy Russell's The Wrong Boy, which is one of my favourite books. The other two, I've lent to people and I've never got them back or registered them on bookcrossing and released them in the wild. Cracking book.
I also bought a glass perfume bottle. I don't think it's particularly old (from looking at the stopper), but I love it. It was £10 and I loved the other stuff on her stall, but it wasn't at boot sale prices, as a lot of it was proper retro and vintage stuff.
I also got a couple of bone china teacups for £1. They are beautifully simple and are a little thicker than the one I already have. I do love them though :)
Then I went into Dos Hermanos for brunch, which was tasty, but now I'm sleepy. I think I will have a nap, then onto the job hunting.
