Good Morning Yorkshire
Today is going to be a good day!
I am going out tonight. Our local working men’s club is hosting a charity event (not sure what for) but me and Cazza are off for a good old knees up mother brown and I can’t wait.
I really need to let my hair down. I haven’t been myself lately, according to my mates anyway. I must admit, I do feel a little less like my perky self. I think it’s because, well, I’ve never been in a relationship this long before. It’s been just over a year. Yes, I know that’s hard for some to believe me being in my flirty 30’s n all but my daddy was the only man I’d ever needed. Unlike most of the lasses round here I do not have daddy issues and therefore don’t need a man to fulfil my unmet needs. I am not one of those ‘taller children’ folk speak about. You know, the ones where they say; ‘oh, they’re just a taller child – like a child in an adult body that never got their needs met and so enter into many terrible relationship just to feel the love they never got.
My dad died about 5 years ago now. I miss him terribly. But, that’s not why I’ve been in this dictatorship, er relationship for ages it’s because my mother, Bonnie kept banging on about me settling down and also it pissed Horrid Harriet off (aka my nemesis) because she thought she had a chance with him. The him is James Flanagan and he lives with his mother, or rather he did until he moved into my cutie pie cottage.
His mother lives in a mini mansion over the hill (Cow Hill we call it. Not because of Mrs Flanagan – or rather Mrs F – but because……well, I actually don’t know why we all call it that so it could quite possibly be because of Mrs F for all I know. She can be a bit cowish, especially when she makes me wear her clothes).
Anyway I’m going to get ready now so until then, I bid you farewell or as they say down here; I’ll sithee later! 👋
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The Unconventional Life of Jenna Jaghe 