Della is home. She came back today after a 5-day working trip to Paris and reached me about 4 o’clock. She parked on the forecourt, and I helped her up with her basic things from the car. She left all the unessential work things in the boot, as she said it would be easier than carrying them down again in the morning. She had brought me a couple of presents and also about six bottles of French red wine, which she said we could open later. She slumped back on the couch, and she said that in the meantime she’d really appreciate a cup of coffee. She looked quite exhausted – I could see it in her eyes – but the Paris is quite a long drive: especially when you have nobody to talk to, she said.
The trip had been successful, at least from the business meetings point of view. But she said that apart from that, she was really stuck on her own, even down to eating in the hotel I felt a little guilty, and I told her so again. I had not looked before and had no idea my 10 year passport had gone over the date. It was too late to do anything when did check. They don’t issue Visitor’s Passports anymore, and there was little I could do.
We ordered a Chinese meal about 6.30 Very good meal. No lobster this time, but king prawns instead. Anyway the whole thing was very filling. And after that we could just relax.
I really like Della: one main reason is, I know I can trust her. We can talk about anything; whether objectively, confidentially or even intimately. It makes a refreshing change to know you can really trust another – unlike some of the black moods I’ve been subjected to recently, from some people ‘sulking’ just because they hadn’t understood certain things I said to them.
Anyway, she said that she really wanted to go to bed quite early, and I said to tell me when she was ready, and I’d prepare the bed next door for her. The subject got on to the ‘bare shoulders’ scandal, which she really thought was quite funny as she’d was reading SNW. She laughed, and showed me her night attire which she’s taken to Paris with her. “This hasn’t got bare shoulders, but its pretty low cut as you can see”, she said. We both laughed, and I threatened to mention it! “You can if you want to. Its only a nightdress!”, she said. Yes but what a nightdress! I swear the thing hardly had any back on it! But at least it had shoulder straps!
Might be another Paris trip coming up in June, and I have promised her I will have my passport renewed by then. And I will as well. She is not back at work now till Wednesday. So hopefully she will decide to stay over a little. Its nice to have her back.