All The Small Things

Its been an awfully big week.

Firstly, I didn't go riding with the watchmaker, he cancelled in the morning of the day we were supposed to go. Something had come up workwise. EXCELLENT, on two counts.

One - I didn't have to go riding. YAY!! (Though I will have it known that I was totally and completely ready to go riding. I'd even dug out my old helmet and everything.)

Two - Guilt Ammo. The women reading this will know what I mean. It is the first item to be added to the list of things he has done "wrong". Not bad things, just things that I can bag him about.

Which I did, over lunch that day. Lunch was lovely, I must say, I just really enjoy his company. Its been a while since I've enjoyed the sort of quick witted banter that we partake of. It is reminiscent in some ways of the conversations that I used to have with the STUD, before he fell off the planet and stopped replying to my emails...

Its becoming quite interesting - its a game really. He throws weird facts out to me, and I match them, and then he matches mine, and so on. It can be hard to tell when he's being a smartarse and when he's being serious. I do enjoy the game-ish aspect of our conversation, and its nice to have someone who stretches me and allows me to exercise my intelligence. I've missed that.

He's surprising in a lot of ways. Pleasant ways.

The day after we had lunch was Valentines Day, and I got bupkus, thanks for asking. Not that I was expecting anything - I mean, we've only been out once, twice if you count lunch (which I don't) and three times if you count the pub (which again I don't). So I would think he was odd if he did the whole corporate buy-in buy-up thing. It's not really my scene anyway, I'd rather he do something fun with me than something sickeningly romantic.

Or romantic in a non-sickening way. Which is hard to escape at Valentines, because of its commercial nature. I don't think that there is really anything that you can do on Valentines that isn't completely cliched.

So we are going out again soon, no date set as yet, but I daresay it will be next week.

Work has been great these last couple of weeks, and things look like they will be on the up and up in the search for a new full time job too. I've got an interview on Monday morning for a fantastic job (and well paid too) so I hope that it goes well. It should, I just have this really positive feeling about it.

Nicky has started Kindergarten / Preschool depending on where you live, and she loves it. Its her birthday next week, and we're having a big party for her in town, with Mr D. and Shell, and both sides of the family coming together to celebrate with her. It should be lovely - I feel really happy that we can do that for her, not have to have two seperate parties. I just think its a really positive thing that she knows that we all love her and each other and that we are family regardless of what else is going on, or who lives with whom and all that other stuff.

Mr. D. and Shell got the loan through for their house, so in the next couple of weeks they will be moving in together. Nicky is a bit worried about it, she's been talking about how she just wants it to be her and her daddy. I guess that's pretty normal - on questioning her it becomes clear that she does like Shell, and Shells little boy, but she likes to have her dad to herself. As long as Mr. D. can keep on top of the situation, give her lots of attention and one on one time and let her know that he loves her heaps, I think it will be OK.

Its a hard situation for her, but I hope that we can all work it out - again, I'm so grateful that we all have such a good relationship. I know I can talk just as easily to Shell as I can to Mr. D. and that they both have Nickys best interests at heart.

I'm off to Benalla tomorrow, and its going to be an early morning, so I'd better get going.

Keep Safe.

Sass.