The Return of Far Away Boy

It would seem that cupid is playing with my heart again by throwing my Far Away Boy back into the mix.

And, to be honest, I couldn't be happier. Well, I could, because he could be "lives-close-by-boy" instead.

Anywho...I managed to wangle a few days off at work as there were no planes going anywhere thanks to that delightful Volcano whatsitmacalled in Iceland.

(Please do not get me started on Mr Ash Cloud. If he returns I shall personally purchase a giant size hairdryer and attempt to blow it right away!!)

So, I thought a nice trip up North to Scottie Land to see my parents would be a good plan. Ah yes, fresh air, dog walking, home cooked food and of course the good excuse that is was my Mothers birthday.

So I boarded my train and headed for the borders.

Of course I had the usual crazy drunken lady chatting away, so much so that I let my English-ness take over and I moved seats...so rude I know!

A few days of drinking wine, watching tv and being chased by the killer sheep (they follow you around expecting food and they just stand there, around 50 of them, and bleat whilst watching you like a pack of wolves not bloody sheep!!) whilst walking the dogs passed and I decided to grace MSN with my presence.

I was still hyped up on my return as this was the last "place" I spoke to my Far Away Boy. It was like returning to the scene of a crime.

After 5 or so minutes his name popped up. Set to Away.

I decided to say Hi.

No reply.

Still no reply when I went out for lunch with Mummy dearest.

Several hours later, after some wine and a beer or two I went back on.

He'd replied.

I got cut off.

Shit shit shit.

My heart was practically climbing out of my chest and my stomach was churning the chillie and wine round and round willing the internet to reconnect with all my might.

Bing.

Back on. Yes.

FarAwayBoy: "Did you get my message earlier?"

Me: "Nope"

FarAwayBoy: "OK, I'll send it again." ...

I cannot, for the life of me, go through every line.

Basically, all you need to know is that he still hearts me :)

He told me he is very sorry for not being in contact and that it is to do with his work (he's a police officer) which is why he pushed me away. A superior at work is putting immense pressure on him and he's considering quitting. I instantly wanted to protect him and be there for him. But I can't.

I'm here, and he's there. This sucks.

He also told me he couldn't cope with both things at the time, or now, so it would seem whilst he still "hearts" me he still can't be mine.

So, although he used the phrases "all those feelings are still there" and "I wish I'd never left you that week", he's still not here.

I am seeing the world through lovely pink lenses again despite having not spoken again.

I'm trying very hard, again, not to email/text but my veins are full of butterflies and all I want to do is fly out and see him.

Any ideas how to get him to come 2000 miles to be my "here-right-now-boy" would be much appreciated!!

Confessions

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

I slept with my ex-boyfriend today because I have no will power.

Ok, so it's not quite worthy of hail-mary's (well not in my book) but still. My determination to make our post-relationship friendship stay friendship hasn't quite stayed on the straight and narrow.

After not seeing him for a good couple of weeks we decided to meet up or lunch and a bit of Orange Wednesday in Didsbury. It was all going well with lunch in Art of Tea (anyone in the Manchester area has to go here - it can only be described as books and tea heaven!!) with our friend Jake.

That was until he decided to remind me en-route to the cinema that it was 3 years to the day since we first started sleeping together. This may sound much more creepy than it actually is!! It was after our friend's 21st birthday party that we finally got it together; which was the 14th.

So all my memories of the good times we shared being mischievous and hiding our relationship from all our friends came flooding back like the flood Noah built his Ark for.

I had actually prepared not to be naughty. I had my terribly day-to-day undies on, unshaven stubbly legs, and only applying the minimal amount of mascara and lip gloss.

Can't believe I actually thought this would be a deterrent!! It wasn't like he was a new man in my life - this was how he liked me best. Damn it.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, we made our way into see Alice in 3D with Jake. Which is sheer escapism genius by the by.

With Jake making his way back home, we decided to go for a carvery to extend our day and catch up just us. Only it didn't stop here, did it. He reached over in the pub and kissed my neck and said "It's just for old times sake!"

Damn damn damn.

I have no will power.

He looks hot in that shirt.

Damn damn damn.

End up driving back to mine for a "brew".

Damn damn damn.

I'm not driving so it's technically not me in control...right?!

The brew leads to my room, and before I know it the Glee soundtrack has run out and we have no clothes on.

Damn damn damn.

We've said that that's it; full-circle and that's it for sexy-times.






Well, maybe until the next "anniversary" crops up!!

Alzeimer Passengers and the Importance of Polo Mints

Survival tips for a 10 hour night shift at the Airport:

1. Ensure you drink plenty of caffeine in either coffee or fizzy stimulation form

2. Be prepared to chat utter bullshit to crazy old ladies who have no idea what country they are in, let alone in an airport

3. Understand that you will laugh hysterically at nothing whatsoever due to sleep deprivation

4. Bring some light reading, such as Chat, to read about insane unimaginable people and events

5. Don't get over-excited about the possibility of meeting your all time favourite football player as you will just be disappointed

6. But always carry Polo mints with you, just in case

7. When it gets to 4 o'clock in the morning and your boss comes in, never be shy to flirt a little in order to clock off early, there's no shame in it!

8. Whilst rearranging the check-in hall take your high heels off, if you don't your blisters will just get worse, plus there's only crazy ladies and sleeping travelers around at 12am to get a whiff of your smelly shoes

9. Hold on to the fact that as you are leaving work at 5am the rest of your colleagues are just starting, there is some satisfaction in that

10. And finally, always remember that Spar in Terminal 3 is open 24 hours a day!!

Big Guns and Pencil Skirts

So, it's been a hectic couple of weeks!!

At the risk of sounding terribly cheesy I never thought changing jobs and meeting so many new people would make me so happy!!!

I mean I get up at 3am some mornings to deal with stroppy passengers and yet I still have a smile on my face. A smile that somehow shines through despite the inch thick of make up and red lipstick!!

Also, there are the hot pilots. Mmm. Can't help it, just something about their cocky swagger and sexy uniform that sends a thrill down my spine.

The airport police too with their big guns and cute little hats...

Ah, the life of a single girl!!

There's just a constant buzz in an airport because it's like a challenge to get the aircraft pushed back on time.

Oh and don't we all look like sex pots in our pencil skirts and red tops, especially when we add the high vis vest to go on to the apron.

I have learnt a great deal though...I now know my phonetic alphabet which my 87 year old Papa seemed to be reasonably proud of. Then again he is deaf so not sure he heard what I said!!

The only down side to this job would be the difficulty of getting to sleep as early as 7 o'clock and then resisting a nap when I come back from a shift!!

Like I said though, I have a plethora of men to ogle and always someone to make me laugh, so can't really complain!!

Might try a double whammy of wine and an anti-histamine tonight, then again, might be risking my life doing that!!

Yellow Y-Fronts and Red Lipstick

I have three major events due to happen in my life this weekend, the first being I will finish working for my slave driver of a pharmaceutical giant company and the second is that I will start working at Manchester Airport...

...and the third?

Choosing my obligatory red lipstick for my new position at the airport!!

How on earth does a girl choose this???

Don't get me wrong, I like my make up. But I'm more of a Barry M-purple-glitter-pot-girl than a glammed-up-red-lipstick-type.

I also need to find some kind of red or navy scruncy effort. Yeah, I know, so 80's right??!! Either that or red ribbon!! I feel like I'm going back to school!

That's the least of my problems though. I have to find a way to put up with ridiculous hour shifts and having to bike there due to my lack of a driver's license. How am I supposed to go from bedraggled biker to perfectly put together PSA??!!

Oh, almost forgot. Went to Liverpool for an awesome Hen weekend and dressed up as Circus theme...brilliant! The hen was a multi-coloured clown, it was sheer genius.

I, on the other hand, went as a snake dancer.

It would seem that snake dancing appeals to many men. Especially the Irish.

Several men attempted to snog the poor soft snake around my neck but when I asked them not to do that a couple, much to my horror, actually tried to stick their tongues down my throat!! I had to literally duck out of their way to avoid their wet mouths. Euch.

To add to that we seemed to adopt a group of male It'tai's (Italians) in our hostel.

They thought banging on our door in their yellow y-fronts and asking for a hairdryer first thing in the morning was sexy. We didn't have neither the heart nor the Italian to tell them otherwise. Even when these so called sexy pants turned up later being swung around the culprits head.

Oh dear.

Fun weekend had by all though!!

So, a quieter weekend ahead although much cheaper and a lot more life changing...

...any suggestions for my commute and the glamming up after it would be much appreciated :)

Emotional Myriad

Rich golden envy,
Beautiful saffron burning eyes.
Silky azure touches,
Scorching ashen faces.

Doorstep Surprises

In recent day dreaming fantasies I have imagined myself coming home on a cold rainy Manchester evening to find my far away boy on my doorstep with a big smile and declarations of love.

Alas, every day since I sent my Highland Cattle card he has not been there.

Oh well, I sigh.

Every time questioning how long it takes for a card to get to this far away place (2000 miles if you were wondering). I think about our shitty postal service and just hope he hasn't got it yet and that is the reason I haven't heard even a peep of recognition.

Unlikely, I know, but a girl can dream (or be deluded).

So, today, note my surprise when I came home to a long-since promised parcel from my friend Lucie.

I ripped it open to find an "I <3 SF" t-shirt and a whole hoard of Ghirardelli chocolates!!

Awesome!!

So, although I did not find my far away boy, I did get a new sleep t-shirt and many a taste explosion in bite size quantities.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I have managed to quit that nightmarish job at the pharmacy and bag myself a nice little number on the check in for a budget airline at Manchester Airport!!

See, good thing's do come to those who wait...

...keep your fingers crossed that my next thing is far away boy!!