GP is just back from yet another trip to the UK - somehow in my efforts to green my lifestyle I'm managing to gain a carbon footprint par excellence (that's French, you know) whilst in between times staying in luxury, and therefore almost by definition wasteful, accommodation en route (oops! there I go again....)
The reason for going back this time was, primarily, to attend a friend's wedding, although I was lucky enough to be able to legitimately tack on a week in the London mother ship, so that I could a) see close friends, b) make sure my face is still known to the powers that be and c) avoid having to take the flight back quite so soon.
The wedding was a poignant one. The groom is a very close personal friend of mine. Almost 20 years ago (!) we dated, and memories of those 6 months are very, very fond for me. He was the first person I really went out with, and we had a wonderful time. We were together during and just after our A level results, splitting up because sensibly we realized that we were far too young to be making any sort of commitment to each other. On the day we parted, I cried my heart out. It was even worse when I got back after my first, unhappy term at university to find that he'd already happily shacked up with someone else.
Fortunately I don't carry a torch for him, lest the weekend could have been frankly unbearable. Any romantic interest between us has gone long since, to be replaced by a deep and abiding friendship. He and his family are close to me, and I feel truly blessed that they are part of my life. However I do miss the companionship and intimacy that were core parts of our relationship - even though it was only 6 months, and it was a long, long time ago, those are the aspects that I miss most and which are conspicuously lacking in the various romantic entanglements that GP finds herself in at present. Of which more, no doubt, in another post.....
Still, the reason for these musings right now (1.16 am) is that the dreaded jet lag is doing its worst and I am perky as you choose, nowhere even close to wanting to sleep - despite being up all day and not even having an afternoon nap. Any advice on how to remedy this is much appreciated. Especially given the amount of travel I'll be subjecting myself to over the next 3 months.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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Gosh was that really 20 years ago. I can definitely remember the two of you together. You were very happy and both very close. I actually remember being a little envious of the way you were together.
I also vividly remember him turning up after a term away at university with the new girlfriend and you being in a lot of a mess (very upset and I think a little the worse for the drink) at the annual New Year's Eve party.
It is a testament to both of you that your friendship survived the break up and is now more strong than ever.
I am glad you count S as your first real boyfriend and not that idiot (someone's brother) who tried to stop you seeing your best male friends!! :-)
oh god. That was the most awful night. Depressed, pissed and jilted. Awful.
Funnily enough it took around 15 years for us to talk about it and for him to apologise. It was the first time my heart's been properly shattered. Still makes me sad to think about it.
A practical suggestion on the jet lag. Since having Eve (for whom the answer to any nocturnal wakening is warm milk) I have on occasion reverted to warm milk or hot chocolate myself when I can't sleep. It works too!
If you're reading this the melatonin hasn't worked...
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