Prettyintelligentprincess

Happy Birthday to you both from the Princess who will send a kiss and a wish from the top of her tower...and she may also wave a flag!

Love
Pip x

Work is weird right now.
Cycleman definitely cannot see the line that Young One has drawn.
Young One has redrawn it, yet he is blind.
Bitch seems to be at a loss without all the back stabbing and unprofessionalism. Clearly, clearly,clearly she has been warned!
I'm still remaining calm and professional and I remain strong.
This made me smile; Bitch 2 is coming in to 'see her friends' next week. How desperate must she be. Not a good sign when you are hankering to return so soon after leaving. It's not like the Building Of Betrayal is on her doorstep. However, I will remain calm and serene as advised by Angel.

Weird weather:storms and hot sun, dark clouds and blue skies have been juggling for power today. Loud thunder several times. Watched the first rumblings with black skies with Sportacus from the uppermost window; he was excited and kept jiggling around! He was 'fantastic' at school by the way! Another relief.

Life on the marital front is also weird.
I cannot imagine life without him.
I know I would struggle with the children without him.
I need to focus on the good and the positive as it does outweigh the negative.
I resisted his suggestive fumblings in the marital bed this morning. I have no yearning for him.

Weirdly waiting for The Director.
He has sent mail and is very concerned I should seek satisfaction with others. Well, I won't right now as I actually do not have the time, energy or desire. What he has and what he is, is the perfect product for my lust and dirty desires; his match mine wickedly and our time in the hotel room sates my sexual greed, yet he would not satisfy me with dinner, with coffee, with talk and thoughts and glances. Nor would he satisfy me for a whole night,lying beside me. I would not desire his company at breakfast and I would not bear to kiss him slowly, lingeringly and tenderly goodbye before we went our separate ways. He would not receive that beautiful backward glance as he walked away.

A warm August day still beckons for some of that.

A weird warm August day perhaps?

Tickets to London.
Trains and escalators down long glass corridors,
Looking over her shoulder, smiling.
Slowly filling with raindrops - the phone,
Pressing the buttons that won't press - the phone.
Nothing works and then she's alone.

Escalators melting into stairs.
Trains melting into horses and carriages.
She's evolving and is seated in the back of the black cab.
London views melting into grimey seaside cheapness.

An unwelcome friend has influenced her, the one who was smiling.
Unsmilingly, they leave the black cab and leave her alone.
Naked and alone.
Perched high on the elevated back seat for all to see.

Solitude is shattered as the large, rough men climb in.
All they want is to know that the fight will happen.
'Will the fight happen?'
'Will it?'
'Where?'

Murmuring her assent,
They dissolve away.

She looks down upon the greenery of lawns and gardens and fenced domesticity from her soaring view.
She swoops as she flies.
She floats, fluttering butterflies

Inside her.
Searching and wanting
And not seeing the sky.
The earth is all below
Upon which she never lands.