So don't get me wrong, I loved my last husband dearly but he was a bit of a whinge, always giving out about my 'lifestyle!'  I can't help it if i like shoes and handbags can i?  The girls thought he was a terrific bore and were always begging me to leave him.  In the end I didn't have to, sadly he passed away last week, ate something that didn't agree with him or something like that.

Soooo, the grieving period is nearly over.  One week with runny mascara is quite enough thank you.  So i'm back on the market.  The girls are thrilled, they want to move into a bigger house somewhere closer to town.  They're at that age of partying and shopping you know.

I have my eyes on someone...I met him in a bereaved spouses chat forum.  His name is... you didn't think I was going o spill the beans here did you.  Oh go on then, just this once.  His name is Jack and he has a magnificent house, works for the Royals.  He is ok to look at too.  Shame about his offspring, I don't know what i'll do with her....  fingers crossed.  I'm about to ask him for a date via Instagram - do you think he'll like me??

Only joking!  

I know i'm gorgeous.  :-)

Ciao for now!