The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I’ve not long returned from a huge weekend away with the social club which I’m a member of. To be honest, it was a “make or break” weekend- if it was good, I’d remain a member; if not, then I’d save my money and quit. They do lots of fabulous things, but being a single parent takes up so much of my time that I barely have any time for myself. But I was determined to have a break without the kids this year, and that’s what I’ve done.
And I’ve had the best time of my life!
I got on the coach knowing only 2 people beforehand (a list of attendees is published in advance), but as people started to file onto the empty coach, I saw them as empty pages waiting to be filled with stories of the weekend and new friendships. I wasn’t wrong.
The daunting 6 hour coach drive to the hotel proved to be a great way to get to know people. After a few swaps around at service stations, I found myself sat on the back seat with Sarah, Lucy, Leanne and Tim. We got on like a house on fire, and didn’t separate for the whole of the weekend. Trips out, all night parties, restaurants, pubs and general messing around – I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time, and bonded so quickly and well with other people.
A few times, I found myself thankful that Katrina had destroyed our marriage. Without her actions, I’d probably be sat in front of the TV, watching junk while she fell asleep on the sofa.
There’s another weekend away in the summer, and our little group of 5 have decided that we’re all going to go, and share a chalet.
Sarah and Tim spent most of the long journey home flirting with each other, and I’m pretty sure that Lucy was interested in me!