Well, I just had a fabulously successful party! Ok, sales weren't the best, but I managed to sell off a considerable amount of my old stock - only cost was buying new Buzz Fresh Wipes!
Apparently, on my extremely drunken birthday, I told boyfriend's best friend that he may need to prepare a best man's speech within a year. This resulted in the most gentle chastising imaginable from boyfriend, who'd clearly had to fend off the interrogation for most of the evening.
Why can't I just shut up? What part of my brain told me that George would be remotely happy or supportive? If moving to London means we'll spend more time with him then what a fucking nightmare.
The last thing I need is someone convincing Patrick he shouldn't be with me. If that happened, I'd be back on the downward spiral without a doubt. Yeah he'd be better off with someone sane, but wasn't I yelling that at him that night?
