No x text

Text arrived 24 hours later. I missed the little happy chirrup of an incoming message as I was dithering in Sainsbury's. I was trying to work out if I could physically carry any more than what was already in my overflowing basket. The walk home is uphill and my arms seem to get longer as the hill steepens.

I walked home smiling but regreting adding the fabric conditioner. My shopping was way too heavy to carry. I lugged it. The text simply said that he had taken his son into town to buy trainers and then had gone to his sister's for something to eat. He also asked if I was alright. No x's.

I replied once I got home (don't want to appear too eager!). I didn't put an x either. It's a start.

Still waiting

Man at work smiled at me today. I didn't see him yesterday so today was our first encounter since we both told the go-between (matchmaker?) that we liked each other. We smiled a brief secret sort of smile at each other across the crowded office.

Man at work is shy. I'm shy too although I have learnt to disguise it. It was only a fleeting visit to my workplace so I walked up to him as he was leaving, gave him my mobile number and asked him to text me. That was nearly six hours ago. Am I impatient? Yes!!!

Teenage angst?

A very strange day. It was like being a teenager again. Apparently, I'm going to be asked out, at some point in the future, by one of the men based where I work. His mate quietly explained and asked me what my answer would be. I quietly said that my answer would be 'yes'.

I shall now colour up alarmingly each time I see the man and concentrate madly on my pc.

Edible memories

Things that I used to enjoy (and probably still would if given the chance)

Spangles
Galaxy counters
Custard made with evaporated milk
Whipped-up-wotsit (jelly & evap mixed)
Buying sweets by the quarter out of a big glass jar
Sherbert lemons
Gooseberry tartlets with a big blob of cream on top

Double digits

My son will be ten soon. I clearly remember the excitement of hitting double digits. What a milestone it seemed to be. We won the world cup too.....purely as a result of me being ten.

Tunes

In another box there are several LP's. You have to be over a certain age to know what I mean. I tried explaining what a record was to my son last year. It's a big, flat, round bit of plastic with little grooves all the way round and a hole in the middle. Like a very big CD. You put it on a turntable that spins it around at a certain speed. Then you put a needle into the start of the groove and music/ singing comes out. My son simply raised an eyebrow (he takes after me) and told me not to be so silly.

Sisters are doing it

I found the poem that I suddenly decided to search for last night. My sister wrote it for me a long time ago. I got totally distracted (easily done, as you can probably tell) by one of the boxes under my bed. A paper bag was tucked down the side of photo albums which I managed to resist. The bag is full of letters from both of my sisters. I'm the middle one. The letters dated back to 1983. I only read a couple and they were fab. Isn't it strange that a letter or a song or even a smell can transport you straight back in time? One day soon I will carefully read them and savour the moment.

Carry on sister?

Should I carry on with this or not? I deliberately stopped as all I did was complain about things which, by anyone's standards, is dull and boring. Life is slighty different now. I am trying to be more positive. It's a little bit lighter every day and that makes a difference to me.

I usually walk a couple of miles every day without thinking about it. That has been impossible lately due to the covering of soggy smash otherwise known as snow. It was so nice to be able to walk at my normal pace yesterday. Sun was shining and the sky was blue. No ice or snow and the pavements were dry. I actually wore real leather shoes today, with a real skirt instead of my snow uniform of trousers and trainers.

I need to have a massive rummage under the bed and in boxes. I need to find a poem that I know I've got somewhere. It's in a handmade purple frame.