Well, she was right - Sidejump - again! I am sure she is some type of corporate strategist!
The wooing thing...it did begin at 3.30pm. But, you know the feeling when you have been a bit too drunk, and you wake up the next morning and think...
'O fuck, no! Did I really...?'
Well, that was how I felt this morning. My god...panic...PANIC!!! What an understatement.
1.What did I say?
2.Who did I text...(by accident!)...yeees....done that before...and it took some explaining!
3. What on earth was I arguing about anyway?
4. Just how much of a bolschy bitch was I?
5. Where the fuck is my mobile?
6. Finally...did I blog in that state...and what the fuck have I said that is going to reveal my postcode!
Oh my oh my...well...found my phone and all texts had gone to him....but some were ..well I cringed a bit! I just am a bit blunt sometimes I think...and, well, I was...blunt that is!
But then I thought...well, he knows the score so that's that!
Mmmm..and there he was...escaping from the leaving guests, the endless washing up...
And I thought...he must have some balls to text me so nonchalantly after all that...
And I smiled.
He was a bit rude then...sexy rude...and I smiled some more
I believe I may have met my match and I didn't even realise it.
Mr Estate Agent has been texting a bit lately...things are looming which do not bode well for that industry I think..but his words are kind and thoughtful...nothing ungracious.
The dream thing....the Robbie Williams dream...weird...never ever have I dreamt about a famous person...it was strange...but there was so much else there too. I always remember my dreams. In fact, I even have dreams sometimes when I have a flashback to an earlier dream or talk about another actual dream I have had, days, weeks, months, years earlier even.. within the one I am having.
Reminder: no medication!
Cranford...Oh...what a wonderful author Mrs Gaskell was...wonderful!
