I can't remember how to flirt...

My Beast is rusty. I fear I have neglected him. I'm finding bits of him on the floor and am feeling guilty for not sorting this out earlier. Admittedly he is pretty old and his rust bits probably compare to my wrinkles, suggesting we've both had a good life. But it's now time to organise some tlc for the Beast, my facelift will just have to wait. I'm pretty handy at sprucing up the inside of my van but when it comes to the mechanics of it I'm rather ignorant. Bubble gum and tippex will not work apparently. I'm going to have to pay for it.

Last weekend I got to go and watch some stock car racing in Broughton. I saw this as an opportunity to mix with some possible, potential, eligible bachelors. So I washed and blow dried my hair, put on some makeup and wore my favourite black suede, high heeled boots. And what a fool I looked! The heavens opened and the field was just a pure mud bath. I stepped out of the car and sank straight into the mud then I had to squelch through the field, tottering on my heels with rat tail hair flapping in my face smudging my mascara into panda eyes. It appeared I was the only person not wearing wellies and overalls that day.

Yesterday I chose my location more carefully for my manhunt. The World Museum in Liverpool. Not a great choice as very few people there, so Pip and I decided to head to the Albert Dock and treat ourselves to a sneaky glass of wine. The bar we chose was full of men, wall to wall. And this is the moment I discovered I've forgotten how to flirt! I just sat there like a lemon not knowing what to do. I've been single far too long and am going to have to look into flirting lessons, if there is such a thing...

Still love my old Beast...

Stuck in the mud...

Museum trip...

Failing at flirting...

Planning a wedding...

This week I went to a a meeting about the Law of Attraction. It was through the meetup.com website and I pursuaded Pip to come with me by bribing her with the pub first. We went to Dr Duttons pub and sat in the window seat with a bottle of wine and some fabulous 'people watching' entertainment. Then we headed for Liverpools Central library for our meeting. It began with some sort of cleansing excersise and then everyone in the circle had to introduce themselves. Introductions of "hi I'm Fred and this is my first meeting" "hi I'm Mary and I've been to four meetings" etc. When it got to my turn I blurted out "hi I'm Nicci I'm an alcoholic and I'm in the wrong meeting!" They let me stay. They were a lovely bunch of people and I totally believe in the 'you get back what you put out' concept.

I've had a lovely week with Milo too. The weather has been kind to us and granted us some bonus walks. Besides shredding toys, chasing cats, hiding from me and disturbing outdoor theatre performances he's been pretty well behaved this week. Milo is my perfect little partner in crime!

I've had some lovely coffee catch ups lately with old friends and new. I've done lots more research on book publishing and am no further forward. The hardest bit is just getting your foot in the door. But I will persevere.
Oh and I did one of those facebook apps and apparently I'm getting married on 15th December this year.  Best hurry up and find myself a groom...

Just a wee drink...

Milo being Milo...

Rapunzel, when will my Prince arrive...