I went to visit a friend this weekend and we had a good, if slightly subdued, time. We're both generally knackered and mildly depressed. Me due to being left holding The Baby, her due to being made redundant shortly after she was begining to think she was back on track with her life after calling off her wedding a couple of years ago and the subsequent fallout and financial loss (house etc). Only the evenings were subdued though. During the days we were taking The Baby to the zoo and the indoor soft play area and the pub for lunch. She was pretty exhausted by him too. Phew. Sometimes if I wonder if it's just me that finds it hard. M always says he's 'a doddle' to look after.
Twat.
Anyway, many topics of conversation were discussed. including how were we to find a nice fanciable man (each) who would be happy to have regular sex and maybe the odd day out or wedding +1 invite but would be ok with that being it. We think this will be more difficult than it sounds. Firstly it requires probably same amount of time effort and luck as finding a decent boyfriend and secondly, they probably wouldn't believe that was all we wanted and would back off because of it.
Another topic of conversation was that she had had a terratoma removed. A flipping grapefruit-sized terratoma! I am slightly ashamed that the first words out of my mouth were, "Ooh! Did you see it?Did they let you keep it?"
Unfortunately they didn't.
I'd have loved to have a look in that particular pickle jar!
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