just another...

Almost 5 years ago, someone told me she thought I was like bridget jones, yes, the bridget jones who kept that diary. Yep, Bridget would also be the over weight, rather ditzy, 30 something with a dodgy taste in men too. I still tell myself she meant well. So, 5 years on, as another Valentine's Day passed with no Mr Darcy whisking me off into the sunset, just me falling asleep on the sofa watching Notting Hill with only the trespassing mouse for company, I figure it's time to do something.

So here's my diary, hopefully, not too much a la bridget....