So....the Orange One has taken office.
Wow, WAF - fab shoes. I can never wear anything too bold on my feet, as I don't like to draw attention to them.
BTM - wishing you the fabbest, most relaxing spa weekend. You totally deserve a couple of days of de-stressing.
Herbs - hope today has gone OK.
Just had the all-clear following my smear test. Phew.
So sad, hearing about all the difficulties visited on some of you by your parents.
It just goes to show how resilient we are really. My childhood was a thing of two halves - the first half with DM and a single mother, joined eventually by DSDad and DBro. A quiet, tidy, well-behaved (dare I say dull) household, not a lot of money, and very little socialising as a family. I went off to boarding school at 11. Then, when I was 13.... bang! DDad reappeared in my life with a new wife - both of them so different from DM/DSDad - full of fun and charisma, bringing with them two glamorous older step-sibs. Suddenly I was spending huge chunks of time in a totally different household - laughs, chaos and late nights. I became two different people.
I realise I am hugely lucky to have FOUR fantastic (and currently still healthy) parents. DM and I have always got along well; she's a plain-spoken kind of person, not particularly demonstrative and no sense of humour, but hugely capable and always always supportive and proud of me. It was her determination that pushed for a cure for the epilepsy I suffered from as a baby, and got me a scholarship for an amazing boarding school, so I could leave the rubbish local comp and eventually make it to Oxford. On the other hand, DDad is a real character; unreliable and a little selfish, but makes friends wherever he goes. DSM is lovely, and has treated me like a daughter since day one. DSDad and I had a difficult relationship throughout my childhood but I adore him now. It pains me to think of losing any of them.