Hello again.

So. A very very busy week! The private night went swimmingly, the open night was brilliant and we made alot more money than ever expected, and the pub is running along 'tickety boo'. Tonight was crazy which was nice, made the evening run a bit quicker. I also get to run the pub quiz on Monday night which I am MOST looking forward to.

Indeed.

I am still trying to get over this damned chest infection, its on its last legs which is good but the hay fever has set in which isn't brilliant. And thusly the back pains have started again from working too hard and also the wonders of being a woman are rearing their ugly head. Today has certainly been hard. But me and Mr.B have been able to spend alot of time together which is lovely. Now that we both work in the pub trade but at different pubs it means that the likely hood of getting the same time off is rare. We had lunch out at our fav. Wagamamas today which we haven't done in a very long while. I know it sounds bloody soppy but I really do love spending time with him. We get on so well and just being able to spend a day with him is nice.

The two friends of mine that have just got engaged have had me thinking. About whether it would be a good idea to ask Mr.B to... well... you know... marry me. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him, I can even picture our kids... But I don't know if ME asking would change how we were. He's quite traditional I think, I'd hate to take away the privilege of the whole 'engagement' process, especially as his last girlfriend (who he happened to be engaged to) was a bit of a twat and in my opinion totally marred their whole engagement etc. When I found out I was happy for him, don't get me wrong. He has always been a friend and I just wanted him to be happy. But when I found out more about her it angered me so much.
Its not that I'm rushing and just want to be engaged to 'join the club' as it were... I just want to show him that I am committing to him for the rest of my life and want to do it now. I knew I wanted to spend forever with him the first day I met him. He knows this... I have never dreamed about the old 'tall dark and handsome' man, the one that whisks you away into the sunset.... it has always been the cuddly curly haired guy who makes my world complete by just being there. I genuinely would dream about him, even if I was with other guys. Whenever I had a bad day or had a nasty brake-up I would always think of him, and how easy it would be and how he would make everything better.

Sorry, I'll man up a bit now.

Bedtime methinks. Tis late.
Night sugar-plums

Bunny xx