Meechell

My dog and I do agility for fun, would love to compete but I’m too slow and my dog is too crazy, perhaps I ought to take up running to get fitter and wait until she’s a bit older!

I recently spent a couple of days with a really cute guy, lots of hand holding, cuddling, public displays of affection. It was great. He made me feel really special, but not special enough to text me on xmas day. Told him to get lost! How stupid is that, hence the reason I have added stop doing stupid things to my list also.

Tomorrow I will send my message in a bottle, it will read “kind, gentle and happy, 42 year old, seeks meaning in her life. Someone to hold, someone to love, real love, true love. That special person to share her life. A life full of laughter, silliness, fun, and perfect moments.”
I am a dreamer, one who has crashed back to earth with an enormous thud, dusted myself off and got right back on with life and dreams again.
To be honest I’m waiting for Richard Hammond, but the chances of that happening are second to none, so I am now facing real life. A real life full of dreams and fulfilment with a life partner? Why must it be only in my dreams?