Why do Mondays come round so quickly?! We really shouldn't be made to work on a Monday you know- these 5 day weeks and 8.30 starts can't be good for my health!!
So, my weekend was pretty good. Apart from the fact that everytime we got in the car to go somewhere it rained and my near-death experience on the M42 on the way up to see J of course!
I kid you not! There was me driving along at a nice leisurely 90mph (aren't speed limits there to be exceeded?!)singing my heart out to some groovy compilation tape I had made, when all of a sudden there is THE most enormous black cloud over my head and the heavens opened. Within about 2 minutes there were about 4 inches of rain and I could only see about 10 feet in front of me. I ended up doing about 30mph on the verge of tears! Girly wuss? Maybe. Absolutely shit-scared? Most definitely!!
Still having survived that I arrived at J's to find him looking out the window! He reckons that he had just been on the phone....I know he was looking out for me really!!!!
We had a pretty quiet evening- I was recovering from my trauma on the way up there and he was recovering from excess of tequila so we sat and watched Big Brother and I cheered most heartily when the vile Stuart was booted out with a superb 80-something per cent of votes- oh yes we despise your smug winking more than Nasty Nick's underhandedness last year (is underhandness a word?)
Saturday we went shopping- I was playing fashion advisor and hopefully I made J realise that the red shirt would not be a good investment, and after going back to the house and laying on the floor listening to CD's and singing for a couple of hours we went out to dinner with 2 of his friends where we successfully managed to drink 17 Black Russians between us! Come on, when the cocktails are only �1.95 you have to take advantage, especially when you're used to London prices!! Mind you at 7am on Sunday with a cockerel making hideous cockerel noises it didn't feel so great!
All in all though it was a good weekend and it was nice to have a change of scenery after the drama of the last couple of weeks, but there's something niggling at me. All is not right about it all with J.
He is a really sweet guy, we have loads in common but there's no real spark. You know that butterflies-in-stomach feeling that you get. I want that. Am I living in cloud cuckoo land? Does it actually exist? I thought I had it once but he turned out to be an arse, but I live with the hope that I can have it again. Are my expectations to high and I'm waiting for something that isn't real, or am I right to want something exceptional?? Why am I asking so much questions? Is this Scary Scousers influence rubbing off?!!!!