Things have been a little busy around here of late. Mostly nice things. The calendar is looking a bit chock-a-block with places to go and things to remember. My grandmother used to hate empty spaces in her diary. She'd rather spend the morning with somebody she didn't like than have nothing arranged. I am exactly the opposite. I get a little panicky if there is too much going on. I rely on those empty spaces to catch up on chores and mentally regroup. My mantra, at the moment, (and said in a slightly shrieky voice) is
"if it's not on the calendar, I won't remember it!"
However, this weekend, D and I are going to Southwold to mark our first kiss anniversary. He was my boss at the time. He'd offered me a lift home from work and kindly stopped at my friend Caroline's so I could deliver her birthday present on the way. When we finally arrived at my house, he turned off the car engine and turned around to face me. He told me that he "couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and couldn't concentrate on anything" for thinking about me. Then he kissed me. I'd wanted him to for so long that I nearly passed out. I think I forgot to breathe. That was twenty one years ago. Soppy buggers, aren't we? I haven't been to Southwold before and am so looking forward to it.
Poo. I think my stocks are going over. They're smelling a bit ripe. They're still so pretty though, I can put up with a slight pong for a while.
Anyway, I wanted to check in with you, it having been a wee while since last time. Thank you so much for being here. I know I err on the side of pants when it comes to answering comments. Please do take it as a given that I read and appreciate every single one. I do try and respond to any questions you might ask but the odd one does slip through the net. Sorry about that. :-(
I'll be back in a few days to tell you about my weekend (well, perhaps not all about it) so, until then …
Toodle pip you lush lot.