Had a late visit from K yesterday evening which cheered me up considerably. Not that I was really upset about anything, but just glad of the much needed break. We spoke about so many things; and she seems to know more about myself than I do. Whatever, we have a close empathy between us and it is not so surprising really.
We obviously discussed ongoing events, and she gets genuinely upset when she sees me ‘attacked’ elsewhere on the Internet. She is quite convinced that some of these people have a severe mental problem when it comes to believing in ‘vampires., and so on. Needless to say, she doesn’t!
On a lighter note, she knows Craig really fancies her. Its hard not to though, so I can’t blame her for that. She’s really attractive, and she knows it. But she never takes advantage of it. I mustn’t speak behind Craig’s back obviously, but sure its OK to tell you that.
The hours sped by, but I got her a taxi about 1.30 as she had to get up for work She doesn’t live so far away, and it would be even quicker on empty roads on an early Monday morning. She said she intended to come over more often. She said she had no need to get to know me – she already did do. But there’s a long gap for her about things in the past and she wants to know so much more about that.
I’m really pleased that she decided to come and live in London about a year ago and I hope she meets someone eventually who is really worthy of her and will look after her in the ‘big City’.
Well I see that bloody Cat has won first prize on the American Radio Forum. Much as I hate to admit it (and ‘no’ I’m not jealous!), the creature does possess a great deal of talent and wit. Just wish he wouldn’t keep using it against myself so much though. ‘Cheese-cloth knickers’, indeed!
I’m sure I told you this, but I’m glad to say my foot (well ‘feets’ really) are much better now, almost back to normal and I can fit my shoes on again. Actually, think I’ll stay in sandals now ‘till the end of the summer, for they’re just as comfortable. Especially the new pair I bought to support my feet when I had to. (£64 for a pair of bloody sandals, I ask you; still, it was worth it).
Oh. In case any of you were wondering, that double of mine (the one with the same name here) really is genuine. It really isn’t myself. I‘m not saying its his real name, but it sure as hell a’int me!
Well, K also told me that I mustn’t neglect my Blog, so as you can see, I’m not doing!
For the moment,