I once read that life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. In my case it seems to be what happens unintentionally while I am busy planning to be cool, calm and sophisticated. On paper it should all be so simple - I am an intelligent woman who loves her family, friends, job, fashion, football and socialising. So far, so normal. On theory I should be able to sail through lifes lumps and bumps fairly unscathed. Instead I have always been the girl who falls off her stillettoes, falls foul off her financial advisors and definitely falls for the wrong men!!
In recent months as various disasters have befallen me I have been on the receiving end of comments like "another mad you story!" and "that's gas, so typical calamity Jules!" Excuse me? When I set out on the road of life I pictured myself more like a young (friendlier) Anna Wintour rather than disaster prone Bridget Jones. How did this happen? I was going to be clad in chic Chanel pumps and a cute shift dress as I sailed around town in my soft top VW Beetle. How did I end up in wrecked biker boots, a skirt always a tad too short and driving a Micra that insists on opening it's own boot at every inopportune moment? Hmm, something went awry along the way. Life is never as smooth as I thought it would be when I set off on the path of adulthood all those distant years ago. But hey, I'm a girl who lights a candle rather than curse the darkness (let's hope I don't set my curtains on fire with said candle now!!) so om going to share my musings on life with you, disasters included. I will be pondering life as a single and searching thirties girl attempting to navigate the dating scene in a seemingly ludicrously small gene pool of decent men; I will muse on career issues, financial strains (and my associated passion for fashion!!) People if it happens to me, you'll read about it here. If you're on the look out for love don't despair, I will bet my tales of woe will cheer you up; if finances are pressuring you be comforted in knowing I have on more than one occasion paid for minimum limit petrol in copper coins gathered from the back of my sofa and if you're sailing happily through life? Well, feel free to be glad you're not me ;)
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