The adventures of Miss Despina

Today I chased a shoplifter out of work, got a face full of abuse from her, and then virtually ran to the bus stop in fear of being knived.

Two days ago, a drunken, beaten-up, stinking, bleeding football fan tried to steal my handbag whilst I was on the tram.

Why should I have to deal with this?

I know that far worse things happen to far more vulnerable people, but this is my experience and I’m just sick of living in a world full of people who can’t even be called human. Some people just disgust me.

I haven’t blogged about my holiday because a) I’ve not put my photos on Flickr yet; and b) it was so amazing I want to do it justice. I ache to be back in Budapest.

And I’m so sad to be back in Manchester, but I have my flight booked to Prague for less than a month’s time and I can’t wait to leave. I know that there are criminals in cities all over the world, but right now I just look around me and see a city polluted by Scum.

A good friend of mine has a new romance in her life, and I am so happy for her. I am a few days away from my one year anniversary with my boyfriend. So perhaps I am vicariously very excited about the first few weeks of a relationship, and all the wonderful discoveries to be made.

Before I moved in with my man at new year, I was asking friends whether or not it became boring to go to bed with the same man every night, to eat every meal together, to do the same things at weekend. I was worried about the effect that seeing me at my worst might have on him, and worried about the effect that suddenly being surrounded by his entire life might have on me.

But there are things that are more wonderful than can be imagined or explained. He’s seen me at my worst, but he’s also seen me at my best. Being with him has turned me into a better person. We never eat dinner without candlelight, and it’s just so effortless to do lovely things for each other. We grow closer together every day. Recently a new friend expressed surprise that we’d only been together a year - "You’re so harmonious together" she said.

Next week J’s in hospital for round one of the wisdom teeth - a busy week that also contains my last uni exams and our one year anniversary of first meeting. So I think celebrations will have to be delayed until the week after, and held in honour of another important anniversary.

No ennui for me.

D.x

(If you got to the end of this post, bless you for your strong stomach.)