I have insisted many times on this blog that i am honest, black and white, don’t do greys. But am i honestly being honest with myself? It’s no wonder that with my chequered past that i’m querying the choices that i have made. Indeed, as two of my boyfriends have gone on to marry the person they met straight after me, it seems that my insistence (in my own head at least) that i’m not the marrying type (again) maybe be scuppering my chance of finding happiness.

Hiding the fact that I want the roses around the door ideal, and coming across as a carefree, im never going to settle type, may result in fun short term relationships, but in reality it only results in confusion and muddying of the waters. So, should i be giving more weight to my niggly jealousy that my sister has achieved the perfect triumvirate when i am without a single supporter?

Maybe it is time to accept that this eternal Mrs Robinson is bored of her yet-to-be-graduates.

Kx