I had a rather depressing weekend, which is why I haven’t been posting. But then it seems lots of other people are gloomy at the moment, too – like the Woo - possibly because this rotten weather makes any sadness worse.
Anyhoo, I went off to a family wedding which I’d been looking forward to for ages (Mirabelle came in a cat basket), and all the liveliest, wittiest, most gorgeous people at it were all around ten years younger than me. Obviously I wanted to be with them, but I’d been put on the boring table with the aunts with early-onset Alzheimer’s, the old farts who only wanted to talk about tall ships/ military campaigns/ the hatefulness of Labour etc. Well, I went over and sat with the fun ones after the speeches, anyway, and though they seemed pleased to see me, and I could join in all the crack, they still made me feel a little as if I, too, was not that interesting, Not one of the guys flirted with me – and, you know, one of them, Andrew, really did flirt with me a LOT at the last family do I went to. I just started to feel I’d completely lost it. I even got the feeling two cousins at the end of the table were sniggering at me and specifically my dress, like it was far too short or something.
Maybe I need to go to a family funeral where, hopefully, family octogenarians will flirt with me and make me feel better.
Oh, and at this wedding the bride let on the groom had proposed to her when they were naked in the shower. I can’t decide whether that’s romantic or not.
