I�ve been asked to write about Saturday night and the Fishbowl Drinks but at the moment I�m not sure what to write about it (I seem to have lost my comedy!) so I will save it for when we get the incriminating photos and I have some humour back.
The reason for the lack of humour after such a wicked weekend�a rather stressful night at my parents that ended up with me in tears and mascara running down my face (not at all attractive!). I'm not going to go into detail but bascially
- I am to be one of many witnesses in a court case between work and a former employee
- Said former employee is family friend who having seen my witness statement has called my dad and told him that I have stitched him (family friend/former employee) up.
- I can�t discuss it properly with my mum and dad coz I have to keep the contents of my statement confidential, which is really tough coz they are usually the first people I go to if I�m having a stress about anything and I don�t know what they now think of me (my mum was acting really oddly towards me for ages last night)
- From the numerous meetings/interviews/interrogations etc that I have had with solicitors etc I get the impression that they think I am hiding something (which I�m not) but they�re talking about things that happened nearly 3 years ago and you�re lucky if I can remember what I was doing 3 weeks ago let alone 156 weeks ago!!
My mum reckons I�m over-reacting and shouldn�t stress about it but its easy for her to say when everyone seems to think that you�re hiding stuff or are back-stabbing them.
I ended up driving around in my car for about an hour and a half with no idea where I was really heading for. I always used to find that pretty therapeutic when I was at uni and had been revising for hours, so for the first time in about 18 months I had crap love songs on the radio and sang my lungs out while driving around Barkingside, Hainult, Buckhurst Hill, Chigwell, Loughton, Woodford, South Woodford, Snaresbrook, Epping�.anywhere as long as I could find as many empty roads as possible to just put my foot down and drive.
It worked a bit I guess..I certainly felt a bit more relaxed when I got in and was able to sleep pretty much straight away rather than tossing and turning for ages. But then again maybe it was the gingerbread chick that Ali had left on my bed for me that helped!!
Whatever, I�m in a life sucks mood today. Am pissed off about last night, am pissed off at the goddamn fucking Bastard Line that wasn�t running this morning, am pissed off coz its cold and raining again and I have really really BAD case of PMT. I think I may just go and do some primal screaming or something�maybe that will make me feel better?!!