The job interview went well. I didn't mention the pregnancy though. I know that pregnancy is one way for sure to stop me getting the job.
I've messaged Oliver on and off all day. We speak a lot, and it's nice. It feels wrong though, part of me still craves Wayne and Elsie.
I stand looking through clothes trying to pick what to wear tonight. This is a date, an offical date with Oliver. I don't know what to wear though.
"Hunny, you will love stunning in a paperbag, throw on anything and stop worrying."
I laugh at Rich's words.
"Okay, fine, let me help. Move aside!" He pushes me out of the way and goes through the clothes I have. His head shakes. "Okay, so they are useless. How about a shopping trip?" He grins at me and I have to laugh, but then it falls.
"This should be my mum." S
