Day Eleven
I had lunch today with my “new nursery friends.” Laughed till I was sore at one girl’s confession who admitted that for her first christmas with her husband, she bought herself some red satin and made herself her own little naughty Santa outfit. She cut round an old G-string and made her own bra… can you even imagine what that must have looked like? I love that she once did that and I love that she had the nerve to tell me.
Day Ten
I’m not usually one to run to ‘Pampered Chef’ or ‘Virgin Vie’ parties. The idea of joining a large group of people I barely know to watch a demonstration of how to deseed a pepper or get rid of blackheads, sounds like torture. However, tonight I made the choice to miss the book club that I love to attend a party being organised by a new friend I have made.Since moving house six months ago, I’ve missed seeing my close friends as often as I would like to. Tonight made me feel that someday soon this could start to feel like home. There’s something very refreshing about making new friends. They know nothing about me and have no preconceptions of how I should behave. I feel strangely liberated….
