Catch up
Had my hair done on Saturday morning - red and orange to go with the blonde this time (hopefully please a certain person who was insisting I go for red when I saw him on Wednesday).
Then, later than I planned due to a nice afternoon nap, I headed back to Smalltown, to see some friends I used to work with.
Food was good, wine was excellent. Unfortunately, B was irritating as ever. Even A, who is her best friend, was losing her rag with her. I tried, I really tried, but I can’t stand people who refuse to make a decision, ask me what I think, say they don’t want to do that, then continue to ask me what I think. I’ve. Already. Told. You. Asking me over and over again will not change it, and will just highlight the fact you are not even listening to me. So why should I waste my breath?
Yesterday, the lovely Em popped in. Just in time for my muffins to come out of the oven (mmm, banana muffins, yum), and just in time to help grate the cheese for some cheese scones (also eaten hot from the oven). He left about an hour or so, to go and cook his dad some dinner……
Work has been so-so again - I feel I am in limbo, waiting for new structures to be announced so I can actually start to apply for jobs.
Then, the finale to the day. Had received a couple of emails from X, mainly on about how cold it was. He let mentioned it would be really cold in Scotland at the weekend, but he wasn’t too bothered since he wouldn’t be there, he was off to Newcastle. I asked him what his plans were for the weekend, to stay with his brother or to stay with friends, and was his mam going to be there.
“It’s my dad’s memorial service.”
Wow, kick in the gut to me on that one. Great. So obviously I haven’t been invited.
“I don’t know what tie to wear - not black, but also Donald Duck is out of the question. What do you think?”
Well fuck me, he wants my advice on what to wear.
Jesus, is there no end to this blokes insensitivity?
But what has really annoyed me, is I know my mom and dad would have liked to have gone to pay their respects. My parents and his parents always got on well, and even stayed in touch after me and X split up. And he hasn’t bothered to tell them.
But to be honest, I am not sure if I am more angry with him for being such a fucking arsehole, or with myself for once again actually thinking he might, for once, think of someone else.