It’s shortly before 8pm and it’s still light outside.
A miracle! A miracle! Nah, not really. The clocks went forward an hour in the early hours of yesterday. And that’s something I always hate because it messes up my sleep pattern. I’ve felt really rough at times today. Hopefully I’ll sleep tonight. It’s been another beautiful March the 31st though, really sunny. I felt a fool walking around town in my thick winter coat when everyone else was in shirt sleeves but I was glad of it when I was waiting for the bus home just before 6pm.
The Spring Flowers are magnificent atm - the Daffodils are just fabulous, bold and brassy. And our Tulips are beginning to raise their heads, see photos on the right for some of them. I love Spring flowers best of all - when I was in Colchester last, there was a carpet of purple Crocuses in the grass outside the church near M&S. They looked amazing. It’s not to say that I don’t like other flowers, but now the Spring flowers are busting out, I feel more than half-human, again!
Still flirting with that Tattooed Builder guy. He sent me a filthy text message whilst I stood stirring the gravy for Sunday lunch yesterday. God knows when I’ll see him again - it’s been over two months now but I was at my old job where I used to see him a lot, back then. He says he wants to see me though, and recently too! Who knows how men’s minds work - I for one certainly DO NOT.
The BookCrossing Meet I organise was this past Saturday and it went well. Four friends turned up for coffee, books and chat - S/P, C/C, D/B and M/S1. Four of us then proceeded onwards for lunch at the best Italian restaurant in town. I usually write up a meet report for these things, but damned if I remember much of what was said!! I’m off to the Chelmsford Meet tomorrow, leaving work early, so I’m looking forward to that.
On the subject of books; this week, I are mostly be reading Pies and Prejudice by Stuart Maconie. Said book is a wry journey around the north of England, to find out exactly who is classed as Northern and what they’re all about. It’s rather fun, I’ve chuckled a couple of times and I’m enjoying myself. My friend P/S will be relieved to find out that he is indeed a Northerner as Cheshire is classed as “Northern”. I’ve always had a soft spot for shaven headed cheeky Northern blokes, which is probably odd for an Eastern Counties girl like myself! There’s not a drop of Northern fluid in my lineage!
So the rest of the week pans out with work, Chelmsford Meet, a Village Environment Group Meeting on Thursday (I’m on the committee - I am prospective web master) and that’s all that’s planned for now. I have to miss out on the Colchester BookCrossing Meet this Friday as I shall be at work. Damn!! I like Colchester, if only for K/K and her brilliant wit. Oh and there’s a tasty barman I quite fancy, as well. It’s criminal how sexy he looks in a tight black t-shirt, his biceps bulging temptingly against the fabric of the sleeves… Yum! Oh and I like the bus journey as well, not only for the fact that we go past the Tattooed Builders house! I like long journeys by myself - I miss the train journeys I used to make into London.
Ah well. That’s life I suppose. There wouldn’t be a Tattooed Builder in my life if things had gone the way I was expecting. But I say again - who knows how men’s minds work!
Damn, I ate all that Haribo. I didn’t intend to!
