Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes*

Hello, my leetle bloggie chums! Oui oui, it has been a long time since I wrote in my blog, non?

(not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise)

Sorry!

(dammit!!!!!!!!)

Jellie sent me an email the other day saying she'd been reading all the old blogs on Dramaqueen 2, so then I went over there and read them, and now I'm all nostalgic. So I'm back. For today, anyway.

And I've decided not to try and bring you up to date on every little thing that's been happening, but instead to pretend that we're the sort of old friends, like Queen of the Irish and Mockley and me, who can just pick up where they left off, regardless of whether it's been minutes or months since they last spoke.

Life's a bit weird at the moment. My 'career' is going extremely well - I'm now in charge of a small number of people and I have a fancy title and a fancy salary, but sadly this does not make me fulfilled. Yes, yes, I know: she's got a perfect husband and a great job, what more does the girl want?! Well, I don't know. If I did know life would be a lot easier, believe me.

I'm just a bit... restless.

Does anyone want to lend me £30k so we can pay off our debts and go travelling? Anyone? Anyone? No? Honestly, what sort of readers are you!



*No relevance to the content of this post, it's just stuck in my head today.