Well, work seem to have gone off of the idea of trying to move me back to Scotland, as there aren't appropriate vacancies, they lose my experience (same employer for 25 years) I had two periods of waiting for posts, first one was 8 months, 2nd one was 5 months and if they move me back...when I get my next promotion, the majority of the appropriate work is based in London, so I'd need to drag us all back down again. Not conducive to work/life balance, family friendly policies. Business case mentions I'd be returning to close proximity to ex with DV convictions, alcoholic etc, DD is half way through her A levels, DS1 is borderline spectrum, it costs more in travel, flights, hotels and childcare for me to attend training (all London based) and work related meetings (all London based) than it does to pay me subsistence rates to be here... Plus I can't actually afford to move back (I paid my removal costs to London) it's an absolute stressful fucking NIGHTMARE. Fully expect them to turn down business case, so will be slapping in an appeal & claiming housing benefit, which won't cover a third of my rent
So I have all this going on -& DCs who don't know the full extent of it, but are unsettled- start new post on Monday and sodding PM, who knows I am stressed to the gills, is being all 'enigmatic' and quiet. It's unusual to not hear from him, he hasn't been at the gym this week, I refuse to text him (initiated text on Monday, got response) because my life doesn't actually revolve around him(!) part of me is concerned that the (good natured...) ribbing from the lesbians and hair stroking with his head on my lap has sent him into a spiral of snape-related panic (but I did hear from him a lot the day after, nice stuff ) in which case the whole notebook scenario files out of the window, because if he's wobbling now when I haven't actually said anything, the odds are not ever in my favour for a Richard Curtis ending.
Sorry, I go a bit loopy when I'm stressed.
this whole fucking teenage bollocks was meant to be over years ago.
Think I'll have a gin.