I have met the most lovely boy.
I haven't wanted to blog about him before for fear of jinxing it, but I think it might be safe to now! He's a perfect gent who sent me flowers to work after our third date (and every girl loves that), has organised a weekend away to a beautiful city in Europe for this weekend, and who, bafflingly, thinks I am a lovely girl and appears to like me as much as I like him! And did I mention he's funny, intelligent, and bloody cute?! He makes it easy to be with him; I don't have to analyse texts for hidden meanings or wonder why he hasn't called. Is this how it's meant to be? I'm hoping so.
In other news, I am still redundant(!) but trying hard to get my CV out there and calling in favours from everyone I know who might have contacts who could help me. I am constantly being surprised by the kindness of other people who take time and effort to help me. It seems sometimes that everyone has belief in me apart from myself. Maybe I should stop being so hard on myself but three redundancies down and you so start to think maybe it's something more than just bad luck!
I reckon a long weekend away is just what I need...
