The title refers to this being the second version of this post. The first version was a bitter little ramble about gossips, compassion or the lack thereof from certain quarters and general whinging about the place I'm about to leave behind.
But really, given how great things are at the moment who gives a flying fig about such matters? I've finally found a flat and paid the rent and deposit on it today. Tomorrow the removal van is coming to take all our worldly goods westwards to our new parish. Brilliant, really brilliant.
Over recent weeks a little family unit has formed and from tomorrow we'll be together, or at least as much as we can given the unusual situation and rules we find ourselves having to live under.
Yet the real joy for me has stuff all to do with the twins really. I'm just thrilled and excited because I get to hang out with my gorgeous fiancée ever day without having to drive half way around the M25.
I happier than a big happy thing. Tonight is my last one sleeping under the Essex stars (they is real diamondique innit!) and tomorrow I'll be in West London.
In less than 30 weeks we'll be getting married. Already much of the planning is coming together. Both the wedding and reception venues are sorted. We've decided on a caterer. And all the other variables are coming together now we've got the plan for the day sorted.
So ahead of us are six months where we get to see each other every day, always be there for each other, share so much laughter and joy – and at the end of which it gets even better as we tie the knot and begin the next phase of the awesome adventure we began months ago.
I feel very blessed to have RJ in my life. She rocks my world. Verily I'm a lucky sod.
Goodbye Essex, can't say I'm going to miss you.
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But you deserve it, best wishes to you all...
Good luck with the moving! Hope it's not too much of a nightmare...
Fi
And I'm sure the move will be fine, after all, I've paid for others to do all the hard work!