So I always used to say that Netflix was like my boyfriend. I tried really hard to impress him in the beginning and then as we gradually became more comfortable with each other, he would sometimes suggest amazing things for me to see or do and vice versa. We got along together and had fun. He would forgive my “phase” of liking all dance movies; “step up”, “step up 2 the streets”, and “dirty dancing two”, and would cheekily suggest any Hannah montana movie as if it was a response to me wanting to watch “clueless”!!!!! . Not the same thing!!!!!!!!

It ended badly with me seeing more of another man (Hulu) and Netflix just not understanding the person i had become and needed to be!!!!

It has been three years since we parted and it felt like it was about time that I could say hi to him at the drinks fountain at the gym.
So as we started on my tablet he was looking good, the curves I remembered, I was sweating and mildly aroused as I entered the keys and passwords to let me in to him. In to the world I remember that we shared together, where I could see that he had singlehandedly gathered dust boxes from around the world to make sure I see my obscure movies which bring me such joy. My memories
The “welcome back to netflix Kimberly” sign sent electricity down to my special “50 shades of grey place” and I knew without a doubt that everything between us is all forgiven and that it was going to be better than before. My memories. No. Our memories.

What I didn’t know during these moments of ecstasy was that he had been screwing with me. I didn’t know he had played a long game (in fact I didn’t know they existed) but boy did he get me. All those please come back to the world of Netflix had meant nothing!
He remembered me all right but had deleted the memories we had ever shared. All the saved and organized films and tv show have been removed and I am left staring at libraries of nothing offering only the option to choose your first film /tv series!!!!

But what if I get it wrong?
Is this the real test?

So I’m back on Tinder and had arranged to meet this guy tonight at 9pm and hadn’t really set a place to meet and I hadn’t heard from him since so just assumed it was off…… until he called me at 9.10 asking where I was! !!
I made up an excuse and picked a new location.
I have never got out of my pajamas so fast in my life. Took me 12 minutes to get ready and get in an uber.

My leggings are damp, my socks are wrong for the shoe, my hair is wet and I’m pretty sure there is dog sick on my coat. but I’m here and guess what dear reader?
The bastard isn’t even here yet!!!

It’s been 24 hours guys and some of you have just moved on!!! I just can’t. It’s too soon. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m just sitting here “watching the pendulum swing” thinking about how much I miss him.
How over the last 6 months, he meant so much to me and always (rather cheekily) allowed me more time to watch Netflix, to be more creative, to push myself to be a better person.
How he was always there in the background, allowing me to just live my “best life” while he made sure everything was “ticking away” properly. It was hard work, but he never complained. Always “clocking” the hours in so i didn’t have to.
Yesterday, everyone was talking about him. remembering him. Mourning his loss. today there is nothing.
How can we forget so fast? How can the press be so fickle and not honor his memory? “Strike” his memory from the Honour list?

I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you enough while you were here. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. There are so many things I want to say to you, but we just don’t have the “time”.

I will remember you forever

RIP hour lost to British Summer Time.

So I finally christened the bath tub.
I am normally a shower kinda girl but today the osteopath said to have a nice relaxing hot bath after my session.
I lit some candles, turned the lights off, and poured some bath oil into the bath tub to aid in relaxation.
After 20 minutes in the tub, soaking away the woes of the world, I decided I had “pruned” enough and it was time to get out the tub.
It was a great plan, however as I tried to get out I discovered why bath oils come with a warning…… slippery when wet!!!
I had poured so much of the damn oil into the bath that I couldn’t get out the bloody tub!!!
I had to sit there until all the water had drained out and then try and leaver myself out one limb at a time.

Staying clean isn’t easy!!

I think I managed to throw the mouse away in the recycling last night.

I made it a little comfy nest in a cardboard box with some hay type stuff and at 2am I heard it nesting in the “mouse box” so I acted like a ninja and ran across the room to close the box and “dispose” of it.
So I closed the box (kinda) and put it in the car, and drove 20 minutes to the nearest park I could think of and dumped the box in the recycling bin I found nearby.

So the mouse is hopefully happy living near the park and eating the crisps I left out for it….. or it’s in my car!!!

It’s in my car isn’t it?