“It’s amazing: there are more men here than women,” the septuagenarian lady says to her friend. “I expect that’s because it’s history and politics,” the friend replies. They’re sitting next to me at my ‘Modern British Prime Ministers’ course. So, if you’re a lady aged over sixty five looking to meet a chap, take a […]
Sitting in the park on my lunch break. So far, the alcoholics are avoiding me and have arranged themselves on the benches around the park’s edges, where they argue and swig from their cans. It is unseasonably cold but have removed my fleece so can sit on it – a fleece! In July! If am […]
“Are you about to go to sleep my lovely?” Seb’s message comes through at about nine o’clock last night. “Just sitting down to supper with parentals. Can I call in about 30 – 40 minutes?” “Yes, of course,” I say, chuckling. Am turning him into me: he has never used the word ‘parentals’ before, as […]
The washing machine is blinking to tell me that he needs unloading and the washing must be hung up and…no…I just can’t. Later. Reading magazines so you don’t have to: today’s gems: 1. “A U.S. Study found participants to be more likely to expect a date to get intimate after downing a sugary drink. It’s […]
Rarely have I woken up feeling less like going to the gym. And yet, it’s unusual to wake up feeling and looking this fat. So, here I am, pedalling away on my bike. Pain Inventory: 1. Tummy ache – too much food I would imagine. 2. Pains in arms – from weights, so good. 3. […]
“Wonder what the hotel gym looks like,” I bet you’re saying to yourself as you read this. “So much of this week’s blog is set there, and yet there isn’t a single photo.” So, have attached photo of the weights rack, along with my new purple Adidas gym gear. Going to do a bit […]
“Do you work here?” I ask the heavily tattooed but otherwise cute young chap fiddling with his smartphone in the gym. He looks up. “Yeah,” he says. That’s quite a tan he’s got: deep caramel. His hair is blond and brown spikes. “Plenty of machines here,” I say. “Which is great. Shame there’s no bikes […]
“Hope work etc going well. If you’re free before 2pm we could speak?” I message Seb at one o’clock this afternoon. The flat phone rings. “Hello,” he says. “Hi darling. Have you done lots of work?” I say. “Well, I’m sitting at my desk. I’m about to start,” he says. “But I can […]
Just having a little cry about how much am going to miss Seb, how am not going to see him for ages and so on. Then all of a sudden two nice things happen: 1. See the attached sign outside a pub. So now am smiling about my lovely weekend instead of crying. 2. Dave […]
“Hope you had a good sleep last night,” Seb’s message comes through at 10.48am this morning, when am at the Office. “I did. Deliceous (sp)!! xxx” “Me too. And lovely orange cuddles. Now Office. Working hard? xxx” I say. Points for effort for that spelling of ‘delicious’, if not for accuracy. “Not yet. Soon x” Seb […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 