Wearing Red Wine is for Winners!

Busy busy busy, apologies for the vanishing act! But I am here (sort of) for now.

It was my works Christmas Party earlier in the week and whilst boogying the night away with the girls I work with I made a surprising realisation. No matter what MrHalf's other irritating habits he is quite possibly the least clingy, insecure partner I have ever enjoyed bullying.

He isn't the most social of creatures, in fact he hates parties, doesn't drink and isn't chatty - it's fair to say he is fairly close to my polar opposite at this time of year. So when I demanded (and yes to my shame I did demand it of him) that he attend my work party with me this year I knew I was in for either a short night or a quiet sober one. In actual fact my lovely Mr decided that after being at said party for a couple of hours he was tired and wanted to go to bed, and promptly dragged me out of the venue and up to his block - naturally I was disappointed because I was enjoying myself. Arriving in his room the Mr handed over his room and block keys and told me to bugger off back to the party. I spent the rest of the night thoroughly enjoying myself, at one point singing 'Wham' down a phone with a chef in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

Comparing MrHalf's reaction to being told about this by a giggling drunken mess to the reaction I would have gotten from at the very least the previous military mr.....lets just say the previous mr is the type not likely to have left a party before the booze ran out, and even if he had I wouldn't have dared to get within 10ft of another man on the dance floor because it would have resulted in an almighty row and the very real possibility of us slinging things at one another - in the course of arguments we have lobbed plates (very much the trick of my mother according to her partner), assorted electrical chargers, bottles of toiletries and on one memorable for all the wrong reasons occasion a laptop. It would be more than fair to describe him as incredibly jealous and insecure, as it turned out less because of anything in my behaviour and everything to do with his feeling guilty at sleeping with near enough everything female, with a pulse who showed an interest.

As it was Mr Half's reaction was to help me remove my boots - lovely but impractical - tights, unzip my dress (because I couldn't grip the zip - did I mention I was a shade towards the absolutely wasted level of drunk) and then go back to sleep, waking me in the morning with a mirror to show me the stains where the red wine had dribbled down my chin.

I am never going to hear the last of that one.......god help me if any photos emerge!