Catch up!

Here is the news (shuffles papers authoratively, composes face Fiona Bruce style. But with less pointy ears)...

BONG! She is still single - but then you guessed that, right? But seriously, only a few more months and she could do a Hephzibah Anderson.

BONG! The Christmas party was a little dull but then she couldn't drink as she was being interviewed on national radio the next morning, live!

BONG! She ended the kissing drought at new year by kissing firstly another friend's sure thing by accident (oops) and then a 7ft tall Kiwi Edinburgh rugby player.

BONG! The inappropriate Uni Boy crush is well and truly over and she feels a little mortified about the whole thing.

BONG! She is being pursued by a farmer type with whom she had a really fun evening out when it was a friend's birthday, but he lives about three hours away. And has a small child. Which is kind of a new thing for her....

BONG! She has been set up by her lovely friend A with a work colleague... we'll call him Charlie. They went out on Friday and had fillet steak, wine, and talk about two-letter Scrabble words. It was fun. They're meeting again this week - more developments on this story to follow.

BONG! She grudgingly went back on Soulmates after lovely friend L met a guy on there she has now started dating. An enterprising type got his email address to her without her subscribing and, after an initial confusion making his email think she was spam, they are now conversing.

BONG! Is it so wrong to go on multiple dates? They do it on SATC all the time!

BONG! Digressing. Anyway. EVERYONE seems to want to set her up with someone at the moment. Is this what happens after you've been single 18 months? Or is it that "nearly 30" tattoo on her head?

AND FINALLY....
She has met her future husband. Oh, did I not mention that at the beginning? How remiss of her. Technically they met 10 years ago, but don't properly know each other. Anyhow. They met again, through a bizarre series of coincidences, last weekend. And could not stop talking to each other. And she has not felt like this in what seems like aeons. So, even if nothing were to happen she admits begrudgingly, she'd always have the memory of that fluttery, ooh it's-97-and-I've-just-done-poppers-for-the-first-and-last-time feeling in her head that FH brought about. What, I hear you ask, is the problem? A girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. But of course.

Hope you're all feeling suitably informed! Those are, of course, just the headlines. Detailed briefing later. She promises not to leave it another three months!