News just in...

It seems that the woman affectionately termed "bangle bitch" after her displeasure at my jewellery in the workplace, has given her notice and resigned! She is moving to New Zealand, which may be far enough away that even I can't annoy her with my "banging".

Back in the dating game

Yes I am a bad blogger. But these days it is increasingly difficult to spend hours in front of the computer at home, as Isabella is quite distracting, and demanding. Not that I mind so much. I am still enamoured completely with her. And just because I can't get enough of her, here is another picture!

So - what has been happening you may well ask? Actually quite a bit. I have had three dates in the past week with three different men (all from internet dating). I had originally thought that Isabella would be a good barometer for the men I meet. Often animals are more perceptive of people than humans are, and I thought, if she didn't like someone, it would be a good measure. But so far, her measure of men has not been tested. But the fact that when I have been on these dates, I keep thinking I would rather be home with the cat - I think that shows how poorly these men are impressing me.

Just when I start to think that my charms to the opposite sex may be waning, something happens to bring hope in one's heart. I was shopping for groceries the other day, when I passed a gentleman in the aisle, and he smiled at me. He seemed pleasant enough, casually attired, and obviously friendly. The very next aisle, we passed each other again, and this time he felt the need to approach and comment. But here is where things go prickly. As soon as he opened his mouth, I realised where it all went wrong. He announced that I was quite beautiful, and introduced himself, followed quickly by an offer of his phone number. Sadly, this gentleman was quite obviously mentally challenged. A minor mental disability meant that, other than having superb taste in women, he was quite obviously not for me. I quickly began to politely make my retreat, at which point, he pulled up his t-shirt and showed me proudly his abs.

So there you have it, the only man to found me attractive of late, is mentally disabled. Doesn't bode well does it?

The new love of my life

For a long time I have wanted to shower someone with love and feel their affection in return. Clearly, as is obvious here, my endeavours have been fraught with difficulties. Bad men, my issues and a multitude of other reasons have meant that things have not been fruitful, as yet, in that department. But a few months ago I decided that it was time at last to seek out love and affection - of the feline variety. So since December I have been waiting on weekly photos from a breeder, and finally last Friday, I was able to take home my little girl.

I present to you, Isabella Carmen.



More than one person has laughed and called her an alien. Many have commented on her lack of hair, and large ears. But she is the most wonderful, delightful and hilarious little being in my life. She has captured my heart and I am besotted beyond compare. I am now, officially, a middle-aged woman with cat, and somehow wonder where this might lead - eg scrapbooking and bingo? But for now, her cuddles and affection help me feel that my love is wanted by something.

For your information...

If you ever happen to be in ear-shot of someone handling radioactive sources (like myself on occasion), get worried when they say, "Oh, Fuck."