My last night at Wisteria Lane

Wow, it's been a long stretch. Many months of dramas, heartache and whatever have you not. I've been officially divorced for almost two months and finally the time has come for me to leave Wisteria Lane.

I've said goodbye to my friends here, who I'll miss dearly. We even opened a bottle of bubbly this afternoon to toast the future. Of course, there are others here who I won't be missing one single bit, but I'm very excited about what the future holds.

Tomorrow is The Fiery One's birthday and she's taken the day off, so we're going out to lunch at one of the local wine farms. Then tomorrow evening it's off to London, which I believe is very cold and wet - surprise, surprise...

I'm looking forward to catching up with all of my friends and perhaps fitting in a spot of Xmas shopping along the way.

Then, as soon as I return back to SA at the end of next week, I move into the new house!! It's all very exciting, although I must admit that it's been really tough putting things aside and deciding what to take and what to leave in a way that's fair to both myself and EH.

He's obsessing about everything and is making me out to be taking everything and leaving him nothing, which is absolute nonsense. He's going out of his way to try and rile and upset me by making silly statements and aggressive comments, but then turning it around to say that I was the one who was being aggressive. Nob.

So, on that note, I reckon the next time I'll be writing from the UK, so I'll keep you posted on my little adventure.

In the spirit of my little trip, I thought I'd share this:
A Scotsman, an Englishman, and an Irishman were drinking together in McSorley's Bar in New York City and having a great St. Patrick's Day.

"Y'know", said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there's a wee bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy four drinks he will buy the fifth drink for you."

"Well", said the Englishman, "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two!"

"Ahhhrr, that's nothing", said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin there's Ryan's Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough drinks they'll take you upstairs to see that you get laid. All on the House."

The Englishman and Scotsman immediately scorn the Irishman's claims but he swears every word is true.

"Wow!" said the Englishman, "Did this actually happen to you?"

"Not meself, personally, no" said the Irishman, "But it did happen to me Sister.”

Madge