Monday, 29 June 2009


Thanks for the sweet comments left on my radio post. I must say that my decision to join IllicitEncounters was possibly one of the best I have ever made. I am perpetually amazed at how people from the site are so mature and understanding. Those that make this bold decision to take matters into their own hands are often portrayed as reckless or stupid. I have found the opposite to be true. In fact, most of the people that oppose the existence of websites like IllicitEncounters come across a hell of a lot more stupud that its members, generally because their criticisms are badly thought-through and their arguments are full of holes.

Things are great with the boys. Things have cooled down with Andrew, things are hotting up with James, and as always Hubby is as attentive as ever. I will update you soon properly.

S x

p.s - POSH!?? Hahahaha. That's probably just my radio voice ;)

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Radio Michelle

I was on the radio. 32 minutes in. Listening back I'm not too sure how well I cam across. It was actually rather nerve-wracking.

Oh, and half way you can here my phone going off. lol.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

The Buzz...

This week I decided to give both boys a rest and took a trunk full of books to a B&B in Dorset. Fuck work I said.

I actually ended up having a particularly enjoyable time thanks to my little plastic friend, the Rabbit. Or, to be more acurate, the original Rabbit's bastard cousin which was half-price in Harmony. That'll show you, Ann Summers...if that is your real name. Am reading 'What Was Lost' by Catherine O'Flynn, which is fantastic. Highly recomended. Also read 'Lunar Park' by Bret Easton Elis. Less recomended due to strange tagent into sci-fi/horror territory and absurb episode with toy bird. All I gathered from that book is Elis is a very strange man.

Came home to chaos. Man left sink piled up with dishes because he'd forgotten how to use the dish washer. Turned phone on to find 3 increasingly concerned messages from James and one very rude one from Andrew, who I think can only be described as a bad, bad man.

I got back yesterday but took today off to. Because I can. Hah!

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Dumping for Dummies

I suck at dumping people.

James and I met yesterday after work. I told Hubby over the phone that I was going out with colleagues.

The plan was to take him somewhere unromantic, tell him in my softly, softly voice that maybe we should cool things, while making it clear to him that this was final and I didn't really want to see him 'like that' anymore.

Phase one of the plan failed immediately. After walking around the city trying to find somewhere that wasn't rammed (the weather was beautiful) we ended up at Butler and Crosby, sat on a balcony with a bottle of Granache and a sunset.

As if this wasn't a bad enough start, when we sat down James pulling out a little box from his bag and put it on the table. When I opened it there was this beautiful pearl necklace staring back at me. Guilt ensues. James looks expectant and I think I am going to cry, so manage an "It's lovely" before excusing myself to go to the toilet.

When I return his is still there with the same sweet look on his face. I want to put a gap between this moment and the planned dumping, so I ask James about work. Not good. Marriage isn't good either. "Things have been really difficult recently. She seems to be angry at me pretty much all the time - all the little things like ignoring the washing up and forgetting to recorded some program on TV. It's really getting me down". At this point I look at him and realise, yes, he does loom pretty unhappy. Unfamiliar bags have formed under his eyes, and he's looking skinnier than usual. My instinct is to grab hold of him and cradle him, but I hold back. He continues...

"I've really missed you recently. I thought that you might be cutting me off, but I know since you decided to meet with me you're not" (Shit, I think, was I supposed to do this by phone?) "But I just wanted you to know that I love you. In fact, I'm completely in love with you, and everything about you. At the moment, my marriage is so grim. It's really all about surviving, and you help me survive. You make me so happy."

Jaw inside my head drops. I was not expecting such an admission of affection. So, contrary to my plan, I do what any self-respecting rom-com addict would do. I swoon. Then I jump him.

Sorry Officer. I promise I won't do it again. :(