Single in London - 5 March 2006

Well, today should have been the day I got a lie-in. But, my aging moggy thought otherwise. At 5am (not good after a few glasses of wine last night), he was at my ear making the loudest attempts known to catdom to wake me. Eventually I got up and gave him an early (VERY EARLY) breakfast. But, he's been in deep disgrace all day as a result. One of the benefits of being single should be that you can lie in at the weekend without anyone suggesting a trip to the gym, wanting to get up to watch international cricket or whatever. And, whilst a boyfriend might be forgiven, a cat really should know better.

I did very little today. I did manage to get out and buy some food for my mother, and something for supper tomorrow. A friend is coming round tomorrow evening to look at doing all those things for me that girls just struggle to get done. And, the place is total chaos - I know he'll tell me off...but, somehow I don't see the point in cleaning when the builder is still busy cutting wood!

One of the things that really makes me feel like a 'single woman' is having my mother round every Sunday. I'm 100% sure that if I was in a relationship, it wouldn't be quite so often and wouldn't be quite so much of an expectation on her part. There's a play by Tennessee Williams which really struck home. It highlighted for me that 'competition' thing which some mothers have with their daughters. Mine constantly told me how pretty she was, how she had men chasing after her, how she got engaged twice on the same day and what an uber-babe she was. When you are a pudgy adolescent, that's actually the last thing you want to hear. I can just imagine her at a singles event or using an online dating site - she'd be the sort of woman I'd really take a dislike to. Anyway, I did my daughterly thing and had her round for supper - venison steaks. I'd forgotten that she was going to the dentist on Saturday...and didn't realise that she was having teeth out. So...supper was a sort of weird guilt trip for me watching her struggle with food that was totally unsuitable for someone who had sore gums.

The Duke and I are sitting curled up by the fire now. He's blissfully happy due to the chunk of left over venison that he got for supper. He seems to think he should be fed on whatever humans are eating...tuna whiskers just doesn't do the trick for him now that he is an old cat! I think I will have to start to make a bit more of an effort to find myself a date. Online dating sites DO work to some extent for me. I just havent found my Mr Right yet. positive thinking though and I might get there...