Bubbles Made Me Bubbly

Last day of work- of which I decided to disappear at noon. There was nothing else left to handover to anyone. Again, walking out of the building into the hot mid-day sun brought only relief.

Do I regret this chapter? No. It's been fun, really. I can do this for a year. Maybe two years. But I don't see why I should do it. I've a choice, and I choose to walk away. My nature isn't suited for this job. I don't want to wear this superficial mask any longer or give up certain freedoms in order to excel in the job.

I went off to see a dear girlfriend and play with sweet little Bubbles who is now talking so much more than the last time I met her. It's not just about the words anymore. She understands concepts. I'm not sure what about this phrase, "Good point" that she likes, but she picked this up from my conversation with her mother, and repeated it, right down to the tone and accent. Then, she said it to her father when he came home. Heeeeheeeee.

Bubbles wanted to make me pasta for dinner, and set about chopping things up. She refused to put green pepper into her pot. She put in tons of tomatoes and onions. Awesome. This little toddler can clearly, wield a knife better than I do. Look at the photo above. She holds it with such confidence. I hung my head in shame. I can't do anything with a knife, not even to cut an apple or onion. If you've seen me with a knife trying to cut something, you'd have ROTFL at the way I handle it. Her little contributions however, resulted in real tasty pasta and salad being trotted out of her mother's kitchen.

Earlier, Bubbles had steamed egg for tea. I was eyeing it. I love stealing children's food. So the mother steamed me an egg to go with dinner too. Hurrah! She didn't put salt into it and asked if it was fine. It was perfect. I don't usually need salt in my food. I like it. Mild and superbly yummy. And I forgot to share it with anyone. Oops!

The little girl's father brought out a bottle of JW Gold Label Centenary Blend. I was intrigued. Haven't tried this yet. So I poured a teeny bit to nose and taste. It went down easy and fruity. A swirl in the mouth picked up Cardhu and distinct Talisker notes. A quick Google later confirmed it. Aside from the Swing, I believe this Gold Label Centenary Blend might just be the only other expression from JW which I like, and it's something I can recommend to first-time whisky drinkers.

Already in pyjamas, Bubbles didn't want to sleep and kept talking and talking to the mother, and walking out to alternate between grinning at me and sitting with her father. There was only one way to get her to sleep, which was to get me out of the house. Kekekekekeke. The girlfriend generously sent me home. Bubbles agreed, "Send Aunty Imp home!" She enthusiastically pattered out to wear her shoes and clambered into the car. Within 5 minutes out of the estate and on the road to my flat, Bubbles was fast asleep. Yay.

I love spending time with this girlfriend. She always has a calming influence on me. Years ago, late at night, I called her, in tears, babbling something about how horrible a colleague was, and how nasty his words to me were. She comforted me and provided another perspective to the situation which made me feel so much better. Till today, she's one of those whom I value for their views. It's not so much of the friends' advice I need. It's their separate, individual opinions that I require, in order to put together a full picture to help me to make a decision when it matters most in life.