Well I'm here. Mum's left me and Chris, galavanting off to Norway. She's not like those mums you read about in Jacqueline Wilson books. She's caring and shares everything with me. And we all deserve a break from time to time. Chris has taken it suprisingly well. He's cried since she left, but he's always been clingy to her. Emma's at church doing wedding prep, so it's just me, Dad and Chris. Oh and I almost forgot. We have new neighbours. They arrived last week, but Chris only thought to tell me today. There's four of them. Husband, his wife and their two sons. Dad figures one is a year older than me, and the other a year younger than Chris. This could be interesting. Very interesting.
But I'm not going to be sad and pathetic, walk up and down the road, praying that their looking at me. But it is nice to have kids my age around this area for once. After like six years. I'll let you know if anything comes of this.
And now reading over this, I must say, I do feel utterly pathetic