David and Alice. Alice and David. The two people (Alice is a person to us. We have no children.) that keep me sane.
Alice is with me all day long when I'm working. David is with me morning, evening and night (as he works away from home (albeit for himself in our business)).
Both of them are putting up with my, ever increasing, grumpyness. Both of them are saints. Well, to me they are.
David can't cook to save his life. But he's clever, (very) tidy, handsome and funny. Alice is the cutest thing I've ever seen.
We have a great life. We work for ourselves. We have a car and a van. We take time out when we want (or can). We have great friends (geographically not as close as we'd like). We share the same sense of humour, the same urge for history and World War 2 documentaries. We both hate blockbuster movies and we don't eat red meat.
We differ in organization. David is a, some-what, freak when it comes to tidyness. I am not. I hate tidying. But I suppose this is where we compliment eachother. Well, I hope so, or we're doomed.
David can't sit still without falling asleep whilst I'm more laid back. David's favourite thing to say is: "Not now. Can't you see I'm busy?" My favourite saying is: "Not now. Can't you see I'm tired?"
Thirteen years. That's how long I've been away from home. I was in my twenties when I left. I am now in my forties. Time passes. New friends are found, new relationships formed, old ones ended. Family drifting further away. I'm drifting further away. From myself. From myself? I think it's what they call progress. Development. I'm not sure what I want to call it if I'm honest.
All I know is that time has started to fly. And I still don't know what will become of me when I get older. What I do know is this: my photography is getting better, I know more about the retro video game community today than I knew five years ago, I'm falling out of love with cooking, I hate housework, I can't get my claustrophobia under control, I've started to snore, I miss snow in the winter, I'm fatter, my cholesterol (and blood pressure) is up and there are, at least, eight different types of rain.
I'm also getting more and more cynical each month that passes. I used to have hope, now there's only despair. I used to adore politics, now all I see in a bunch of money-grabbing twits wearing over-priced suits lying through their noses.
Maybe I've just become one of those "Grumpy Old Women" (that you see on TV)? Not at all attractive. I'm not negative by nature; I always wake up in a good mood and I always have the best intentions with the day ahead. The fact that it doesn't always work out accordingly is hardly my fault.
So, while I'm stuck here, I'm going to tell you all about it.
