Box 2 (29 - 39)

Alas, tis true. The end is nigh, or at least to being in box 2 (29 - 39). I'm told 40 is the new 30, unfortunately that's from 'girls' not even in their 20's !!!!!!!!!! What do they know ?. Having had time to sit down quietly and reflect (Bruce being away this week) many things have changed my life in the last ten years.

My 30th was spent alone in a pissed state feeling very sorry for myself. A knight in shining armour came charging to my rescue but Bruce pushed him off his steed grunting 'Oy, that's my bird....bugger off'.
14 months later came the patter of tiny feet and 'Dave' was born. (you do the math!!).
Still, now that we were a family, life might settle down and maybe we would stop moving house. (x2 so far).
'Dave' had more or less celebrated his first birthday when Bruce announced ' Ey up kid, ow do ya fancy livin int Germany ?'
MOVE NUMBER 3.
x1 bizarre wedding (page 27 of 54 Chinese girl-who couldn't speak German to UG German who could ONLY speak German but also couldn't believe his luck), x2 visits back home, x3 visits from friends, x7 nights touring up and down Germany, x40 German language classes, x10 months later and Bruce announces ' don't unpack that last box our kid, we're going back 'ome'.
MOVE NUMBER 4.
I'm happy to say that move number 4 has been a long term project, albeit Bruce has changed jobs over the last 5ish years but with 'Dave' in private ed. any other moves would have been financially impossible.
Mid way through my term of 30's I went through a 'mid term' crisis and took the plunge and went under the knife. Didn't help that the surgeon was gorgeous but came out feeling a lot lighter round the tummy and also in the pocket.
Child born, tummy tucked, so Bruce sent me back to work as any self respecting northerner would do. ' eey lass, int it time yo contributed tut bills un stuff '
Returning to Rothman's was like attending a school reunion. I was lucky, I worked 6 months then took 6 months off (conveniently falling between the months of April and September). I did that for 2 years running and then someone realised I was taking the piss and didn't renew my contract.
I had hoped that Bruce may not notice the fact that I was at home an awful lot after that but ever the control freak, back out to work I was sent.
I landed myself a temp position at HBoS having gone through the most ridiculously rigorous competency tests at Pertemps. They never could understand why I really wasn't interested in the results !!.
Onwards and upwards I forged my way through the ranks and finally managed to negotiate a more reasonable hourly rate. The low cut tops and short skirts bared no influence on the negotiations what so ever.
Along came Tia. The most beautiful 15.2hh bay thoroughbred. My Christmas present from Bruce. Only problem was, she wanted to kill me. It only took a few months to realise that the rearing and bucking was personal as apposed to something physically wrong with her. Two chooses - MacDonalds or re-sale. In hind sight I would have got more for her at MacDonalds but hey, it was Bruce's money !.
Sad and despondent I loaned a horse called Barney. I feel in love with him. I also feel off him and dislocated my shoulder, cracked some ribs and broke my collar bone. Naturally I drove home to find child care for 'Dave' first, before I took myself to hospital and within 3 days was back at work. (unlike some who take 3 weeks off to recover !!!).
Having moved yards I now loan Star. Crap name but fab horse. Much like Bruce I'm totally absorbed with my hobby and occasionally the guilt trip hits and I think about spending time altogether as a family. That probably only lasts a few minutes and I'm back down the yard.

So here we are. Friday night, 24 hours to go before the party and 48 before 40.

AM I BOVVERED !!!