Tales from Falsidehill

Perfume, love and Erasure

I’m blissfully, sickeningly happy today. James is home again after being away on business from Saturday until Wednesday. The time went quite quickly but it’s still so nice to have him home. He bought me a present too which was so lovely! Perfume! I’ve been such a perfume hater all my life because any time anyone ever comes near me with perfume on I get a stonking headache. I think a lot of women forget that they are used to their own perfume scent – they can’t smell it but everyone else can – so they spray half the bottle on. Anyway, I liked the Jean-Paul Gaultier perfume so James bought it for me last year. At first it did give me a headache and I had to put just a teeny amount on, but eventually I got used to it and now I can just spray it on properly. I actually can’t even smell it anymore which makes me feel like a normal woman for a change. This time James bought me a DKNY one. I put some on this morning and, yip, it gave me a headache but I will persevere! I just want to be normal!! I find it really funny that I have a husband who goes away on business trips and brings me back perfume from duty free! I really never thought that would be my life! It feels so cliché!

I’ve been watching this really great TV show on BBC Three called Young Mums’ Mansion. It’s a ‘social experiment in which ten single mums and their twelve children move into a mansion for four weeks to see if living together can improve their lives’. Last night one of the mums talked about how she was in love with her baby’s dad but he didn’t love her. It was so sad and just made me feel so unbelievably lucky. It feels ‘normal’ to just find someone you love who loves you, but it’s actually quite amazing to find love! What if I’m being all naïve though?! What if James falls out of love with me?!?! Why am I grinning so much?!?!

It’s funny, when I’m in a good mood, I start to wonder why, and I wonder when it’s going to end! Usually I wait for things to go wrong but today I decided to embrace my happiness, sing along to Erasure shamelessly, and not worry that everything might crash down at my feet tomorrow.