It appears that I'm having a poor relationship with time in March. There doesn't seem to be enough time to do everything of not anything in March.
I have had my best friend over from the UK with his lovely partner and their lovely friends visiting - which was brilliant....I get back from Sydney (Mardi Gras was not for me this year hence why no post on the subject - although the Sydney trip was good) I start a new job and come down with a cold...
Today is the first day (Sunday) I am starting to feel better...I still have one more week of work then next Friday night we fly out to Perth for a holiday. Both our families live there. Andrew's parents are looking forward to meeting me and having us to stay while mine haven't even bothered inviting BOTH of us to dinner....in fact my father who I thought had accepted my homosexuality has now let me know that his homophobic attitude has never gone away after 16 years. Goody.
Now (this is bit which I feel like I'm Julius Caesar being stabbed in the back) why have I been lead to believe that all is right when it obviously was not...and the worst thing is I don't have time for this right now. The sad thing is that I don't want to make time either.