Wibbling

[liadnan]

Feeling slightly more awake now. I really ought to go back to my own flat and finish cleaning it, also wade into the Slough of Despond that is my financial affairs, but Rob has offered to make dinner (he's already done fabulous brunch) and I have a variety of books in my bag, so I have this funny feeling I'm not going to bother.

Milliesioux's party last night was v. good. Jenny was down from North, which is always a Good Thing. Also met Stonehan, and wittered for ages on Ireland and Palestine. Never mind. I hope I wasn't being too incredibly boring, but she did ask....

Also got into a drunken conversation about Sliding Doors moments in your life. Can you ever identify a particular moment when your life changed? Probably not, philosphically, but it's fun to try and work out what they might have been. Or again, if you could go back and do the last ten years again with the experience of how the current version turned out.. would you?

Aimless wittering indicates I don't really have anything of huge interest to say, so I shall leave it for the present and go back to Don Quixote.

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[lizw.livejournal.com]

I was thinking about this while we were in Scotland. I can think of quite a lot of such moments, and several choices that I often wish I had made differently - but in each case it seems very likely that if I really had chosen differently, I would have missed the opportunity to have the three wonderful kids I've ended up with, and wouldn't be with most or all of my current partners. It's hard to regret those things (even knowing that if I had chosen differently, I might well be prattling on about the virtues of a different set of children and/or partners, and the impossibility of regretting them).