And then there were 4

Once upon a time in a land far far away (well far far away from the OC anyway) a girl who had moved to The City for work found love. In the most unexpected place at a most unexpected time (I would have preferred it had been 5 cocktails earlier if I am honest) with a most unusual boy. Never before had Girl Friday met someone so kind and so quiet and so shy and SO into Cricket. The next day upon his request, she accompanied him to Lords to see her first ever test match (pre season of course). She drank pint after pint and sat in the sun all day and thought to herself, this is not bad at all. 7 hours later she realised it still wasn't over and from there on out vowed to bring reading material to any cricket match in the future. And so she carried on with Cricket Boy for a few more months until one day he announced that he wasn't grown up enough to be with Girl Friday. Sad that she had possibly misjudged this boy after all, she picked herself up and carried on with her adventures of work, travel and getting into trouble (the latter of which she was very very good at).
One day, Girl Friday received a phone call that indicated to her CB had a change of heart (or rather he wised up and realised GF was the best thing that ever happened to him). She met him for dinner at her favourite pub in The City and after much gravelling on his part, she decided to give him another shot.
Ne'er could a happier GF be found in all the land. For the next year and a bit she and CB were deliriously smitten and decided to shack up and live in sin. Although GF was very very happy, she was also very very busy and stopped writing stories as much (debatable whether this was a good thing or a bad thing). Then one day, CB and GF got some most exciting news, they found out they were going to have a little Cricket Boy or a little Girl Friday! They couldn't have been more pleased. GF was however, insistent on keeping this a secret for as long as possible and therefore continued on as if nothing was amiss. Stories took a back seat as she travelled the globe, baked herself into a frenzy and made up the most ridiculous excuses to explain why she wasn't the party girl she used to be (I am growing up was my very favourite. YEAH! That will be the day). After more then 12 weeks had passed, they went in to see a sneak preview of the little one and got a very big surprise. Not only were they having one little holy terror, they were having two! It was double trouble all around for CB and GF, but instead of fretting, they laughed, kissed a lot (much to the dismay of the very conservative sonographer) and started planning their future (WITHOUT an estate car).

So you see boys and girls, some stories do have a happy ending. I imagine this one will have a tired and fairly skint ending, but one with much more love and joy then anyone though imaginable. So with that tale of success in a world full of failure, I am going to part ways with you. This particular story of mine has come to an end and it is time for a new story to begin. Once that new story starts, you will be the first to know. I promise.





And everyone lived happily ever after. THE END.