He moved to Castres for work - a really good opportunity, but I have to admit I was sad to see him go. I've missed having a friend to call on for drinks at the last minute, or someone to come see obscure films with me. Having an opportunity to catch up has been great. And a legitimate reason too - I had to travel down to the south west for work.
So, as you'd expect, we caught up over some bottles of good (no, great) wine and worked our way through a few bottles of champagne too. We got drunk and went and stood in his garden, looking at stars and naming constellations. I'm pretty certain that part of this flu that I'm feeling must be a hangover!
We giggled like schoolgirls over ridiculous things and talked about the great times we'll share in the future - when I 'settle down' and he, finally, is living in the same country as his lovely boyfriend.
We had some very welcome sunshine too, and did some touristy things. All in all, it was really special.
Spending time with LPF made the email I came home to even more, erm, crappy. Crappy isn't really the word. I'm not sure what the word is.
See, the thing is, the email confirmed that the event which I've been really hoping wouldn't happen is actually taking place - recession or no recession.
Yes folks, it's the company 'christmas' party.
Officially it's not a christmas party, being in March and all - but it really is instead of a christmas party...thus it's known as the christmas party. Anyway, it's on March 13th.
Why, I hear you ask, am I so bothered about the company party?
Well, it's like this. The company party is a 'with partners' event. Everybody brings their husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends and significant others.
Every single year - even during the crazy boyfriend years - I've been to this event alone. On my own. Single. Without partner. Unattached. Strange.
I'm not sure I can do that again.
Anyone got any smart ideas?