Hello one and all!
So with the new found confidence I discovered in a bar last week down in Bedford's grim town centre of a Friday night I battled the storms and winter weather just as everyone else did admit Storm Emma and the dreaded Beast from The East. England and the rest of the UK was in for a chilly reminder that winter is yet to be over this last week and whilst it is nearly Easter and should be all spring time sunshine, flowers, bunnies and lambs - This is far from the reality of Blighty weather.
With apply named Beast from The East, the colder weather coming across from Russia being blown by Siberia and picking up some icy chills on the way the temperatures plummeted to rival the sinking of the Titanic and blizzard snow's hampering travel plans and all manner of daily activities life for some across the British Isles this week has not been great. All was but for a minor inconvenience until Storm Emma forcing the MET Office to issue a red weather warning foreboding to a loss of life should people be caught up in the outside winds of 70mph coupled with the already existing polar vortex from Beast from The East with forecasts for -15C wind chills and snowdrifts nearly as tall as you. Yes you!
As the snow fell carnage descended as shelves were left empty as shoppers (and general idiots) grabbed everything they could (including wiping one Tesco I went into completely of cake) in order to brave the potentially long winter nights ahead. Delays of two hours were a pleasant surprise for some people where others were stuck for hours or sometimes a couple of days on end in the middle of motorways and A-roads up and down the country.
Call me cynical and don't get me wrong I don't live very far North of London so weather here in the comfy Home-Counties was not adverse by anyone's standards but I just don't get it when people freak the fuck out about a little bit of the white stuff. I mean it is to be expected, we are an island off the coast of some of the coldest places in the entire world; Russia, Siberia, Iceland and the Artie just to name a few, and that's not including places right on our door step like Scotland, Norway and Sweden all suffering from much snowier weather during the winter months. But they deal with it in a much better way. Heated paths and walkways so people don't slip over and better public transport that doesn't just break under the strain of a few snowflakes. I understand that for the UK the methods used in other countries are both costly and something that would not necessarily be beneficial for the people of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland but it does question about how they seem to have got a grip on things over there when the weather gets bad.
Now I get that not everyone was that lucky enough like me and Mr. Warehouse to have the snow disappear on Saturday Afternoon as it did in Bedfordshire. I understand that to be in a car for over sixteen-hours potentially with a newborn baby with little or no water or food and only a blanket to keep warm or if you were stuck at home awaiting an ambulance to come and help you when you need it most it is not ideal and when weather is poor it only exasperates the situation and makes it worse. I, like others, have watched the news and listened to the radio hearing stories of wonderful community spirit and people being labelled as Snow Angels for the acts of heroism from John O'Groats to Lands End and everywhere in-between. And it is those moments that make me proud to be British, regardless of the weather - Come rain or shine we all stick together!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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Monday, 17 March 2014
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Heyy,
So after last week's slushy episode I should probably digress why life has been so fulfilling of late. The weekend just gone was exhausting to say the least but nevertheless a productive and happy one. The weather was great and as I lay their in bed on Sunday, the sunshine pouring through the window I thought to myself that after everything, after every single little thing in my existence so far, was this the beginning of something wonderful. And then my phone rang; Crashing me back down to the reality that it would not be for another few hours until my nearest and dearest knew nothing of my announcement. It was Miss Tweedle-Dumb wanting to know if I and Miss Tweedle-Dee were still up for a roast later on. Its food so of course I said yes and without further a do got up and ready with my day. After taking a shower and trying to solve all the worlds problems as the steaming water washed over my body I dressed myself in some comfy clothes and headed out into the second scorcher-weekend of what will be a long and eventful summer, fully aware that I was probably going to be at least ten-minutes late meeting Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb.
Soon enough though I was with them and was laughing and being laughed at as per the norm. Wandering around their local supermarket trying not to be spotted by friends of Mr. Workaholic's, I was secretly hoping I wouldn't have to spill my beans before our roast dinner. Finally home to Miss Tweedle-Dee's Parent's kitchen. Music loud, wine flowing and dancing around in the kitchen, Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I shared the preparations of the roast between us. Between all the hard work of doing dinner we all still had time to sit in the garden and make use of some expensive garden furniture soaking up the sun as it drifted in the cloudless sky. 'I couldn't wish for this to be any better' I thought to myself, watching my friends screw around in the kitchen, throwing some odd dance moves and attempting to sexy-dance (I stress attempt! LOL) I was sure I knew in my heart that they would still love me and not be too angry with my news. Didn't stop me taking a nervous poo before we sat round the table to our homemade roast dinner. Taking a deep breath I began my well rehearsed monologue I had been planning.
"Thank you god, despite there not really being one, for this food" I started, cracking a joke to ease tension. "And I pray that you will help my friends to forgive me for what I say next." I finished. Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb right on queue put down their eating utensils and looked me straight in the eye. Miss Tweedle-Dee was the first one to pipe up. "What?" she said with a disconcerting look on her face. Perplexity continued as I looked to Miss Tweedle-Dumb.Taking another breath and a fork full of cabbage I divulged the days before ...
* * *
Stroking my eyelashes with mascara I hoped it would not run later on. Slipping into some comfy flat's I headed outside to yet another glorious day in March. Walking down the road, head held high and my mood improved by the fact my legs were bare for the first time this year I felt good about myself. Happy even. It was a plan that I had hoped would happen for a while and now it was finally here I felt sure I was in control. Approaching a familiar pub, the feelings of nine months ago on a sweltering August afternoon flooded my memory. Before having a chance to wash them out before his imminent arrival he was there, fingers resting gently on my shoulder. Turning round I saw a face I recognised. Blue eyes and hair all a mess it was something I had craved for some time. Dear old Mr. Cheese.
Taking a step inside the bar we spent our first date in (after an awkward encounter at the wrong bridge by the riverside) we made our way to the beer garden. As we sat in the warm spring sun again I felt myself being sucked in by Mr. Cheese and his humble almost invisible charm. There was a reason this venue had been chosen and I was glad of it. Nothing had changed, right down to the mammoth bumble-bee circling our beverages. Making small talk I wondered if we would ever get down to the real reason we both agreed to this meeting. Mr. Cheese started with some words he had said before, nothing to elaborate but nevertheless I knew that in his head nothing had changed. Or at least that's how it came across. We continued conversation as I let him have the floor, knowing in my heart that I had yet again set myself up for another fall and that within a few hours I would be on a kitchen-floor-reset, crying into my meal-for-one whilst attempting to sing along to Ed Sheeran.
I fought my corner though, biting back in the knowledge that this was it. Responding to Mr. Cheese's fears of me wanting more than just a secure relationship I explained that I am able to compartmentalise life, categorising and understanding that yes, whilst I one day want to be a wife and a mother with a perfect lawn and well-risen muffins I also want to go out and explore the world and what it has to offer. I want to go travelling and experience more of life. I want to hug camels in Saudi Arabia and eat odd fruits in an Indian market. I want to cuddle an orphan baby panda and run with horses in the great plains of America. I want to dance with random Mexicans and I want to have a story to tell people including a Wombat in Australia. I am quiet happy to do that alone, but everything is much better with company. I made this clear to Mr. Cheese that all I wanted and all I have ever wanted was stability. Something concrete that I can you are mine and I am yours. But sadly it was too late. Silence fell after that. Trying to make eye contact I sipped my ginger beer, not quiet enjoying it as much as they do on the adverts. Mr. Cheese refused to let himself look at me in they eye. He wasn't telling me something. After sometime I broke the ice.
"I miss you" I said nervously looking to Mr. Cheese for reassurance. Out croaked a response and with it a threat that those beautiful blue eyes of his would spill out tears - "Me too". I said that we should leave, mainly meaning me as I didn't want to be the only party not crying when it came down to saying goodbye for the final time. But Mr. Cheese had different plans. Walking out of the small, quiet pub we walked down towards the river not saying much at all. As we approached the park it was clear Monsieur Fromage had more to say than goodbye. Watching the parents and children play on the swings I wondered silently whether I had been too intense. Had I pushed too far? Had I said too much? Had I not done enough? Suddenly I was transported back to an empty two-bed-semi in a perfect Northamptonshire suburb on a empty bedroom floor and the feelings I felt when Mr. Workaholic left me creeped back into my sole like an unwelcomed disease. Counteracting the demons of my past I started to list all the things I wont miss about being in Mr. Cheese's company. The insatiable need for a good cup of loose-leafed tea brewed to perfection. The imperative compulsion for a good-nights-sleep without dreaming. The way he would style his hair and that hideous taste in both fashion and music. But then I noticed that I wasn't listing the things I disliked about Mr. Cheese, I was depreciating the fact that they were no longer in my life any more and now I was just rolling off all the things I truly enjoyed about his company and those little things that enriched my life so much beforehand.
Suddenly he stopped. Under a tree. An unknown tree. A simple tree that had probably seen many a movie-scripted-moment. I hadn't even had a chance to say anything before I was thrust into the arms of Mr. Cheese. Oh how I missed this, his warmth and cuddliness. Oh how much I wanted to snuggle my face into his chest wig and tippee boobs. Although something overshadowed us, and it wasn't the inconspicuous tree. Through a muffled little voice that I felt may be crying I heard something I had almost given up all hope on.
"Abbey-Louise" Mr. Cheese mumbled. Replying with a simple yes he continued "I think I have made a grave mistake". Pulling away from his arms I took his hands and lifted his wet, bearded face.
"Only you can change that" I said stating the obviousness that had existed since the summer before. Sniffling back more tears Mr. Cheese cleared his throat. Summoning up all that he had left Mr. Cheese opened his mouth and what fell out was this - "I want you"
"Are you sure?" I asked wanting to make positive what I had just heard. I was greeted with the answer that Mr. Cheese had never been more surer of anything in his life. I made him happier than beyond his wildest imaginations and liked me for who I was, wobbles and all. Mr. Cheese wanted me back. Mr. Cheese wanted us to give it a go. Mr. Cheese wanted me!
And so that was that, as we emerged from the shade of what shall be known in my head as 'Our Tree' (what a sentimental sap I am) I felt happier than I had felt in months. Finally life was on track. I have the job. I have the home. I have the social-life. I have the friends and now I have the Boyfriend!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
Heyy,
So after last week's slushy episode I should probably digress why life has been so fulfilling of late. The weekend just gone was exhausting to say the least but nevertheless a productive and happy one. The weather was great and as I lay their in bed on Sunday, the sunshine pouring through the window I thought to myself that after everything, after every single little thing in my existence so far, was this the beginning of something wonderful. And then my phone rang; Crashing me back down to the reality that it would not be for another few hours until my nearest and dearest knew nothing of my announcement. It was Miss Tweedle-Dumb wanting to know if I and Miss Tweedle-Dee were still up for a roast later on. Its food so of course I said yes and without further a do got up and ready with my day. After taking a shower and trying to solve all the worlds problems as the steaming water washed over my body I dressed myself in some comfy clothes and headed out into the second scorcher-weekend of what will be a long and eventful summer, fully aware that I was probably going to be at least ten-minutes late meeting Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb.
Soon enough though I was with them and was laughing and being laughed at as per the norm. Wandering around their local supermarket trying not to be spotted by friends of Mr. Workaholic's, I was secretly hoping I wouldn't have to spill my beans before our roast dinner. Finally home to Miss Tweedle-Dee's Parent's kitchen. Music loud, wine flowing and dancing around in the kitchen, Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I shared the preparations of the roast between us. Between all the hard work of doing dinner we all still had time to sit in the garden and make use of some expensive garden furniture soaking up the sun as it drifted in the cloudless sky. 'I couldn't wish for this to be any better' I thought to myself, watching my friends screw around in the kitchen, throwing some odd dance moves and attempting to sexy-dance (I stress attempt! LOL) I was sure I knew in my heart that they would still love me and not be too angry with my news. Didn't stop me taking a nervous poo before we sat round the table to our homemade roast dinner. Taking a deep breath I began my well rehearsed monologue I had been planning.
"Thank you god, despite there not really being one, for this food" I started, cracking a joke to ease tension. "And I pray that you will help my friends to forgive me for what I say next." I finished. Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb right on queue put down their eating utensils and looked me straight in the eye. Miss Tweedle-Dee was the first one to pipe up. "What?" she said with a disconcerting look on her face. Perplexity continued as I looked to Miss Tweedle-Dumb.Taking another breath and a fork full of cabbage I divulged the days before ...
* * *
Stroking my eyelashes with mascara I hoped it would not run later on. Slipping into some comfy flat's I headed outside to yet another glorious day in March. Walking down the road, head held high and my mood improved by the fact my legs were bare for the first time this year I felt good about myself. Happy even. It was a plan that I had hoped would happen for a while and now it was finally here I felt sure I was in control. Approaching a familiar pub, the feelings of nine months ago on a sweltering August afternoon flooded my memory. Before having a chance to wash them out before his imminent arrival he was there, fingers resting gently on my shoulder. Turning round I saw a face I recognised. Blue eyes and hair all a mess it was something I had craved for some time. Dear old Mr. Cheese.
Taking a step inside the bar we spent our first date in (after an awkward encounter at the wrong bridge by the riverside) we made our way to the beer garden. As we sat in the warm spring sun again I felt myself being sucked in by Mr. Cheese and his humble almost invisible charm. There was a reason this venue had been chosen and I was glad of it. Nothing had changed, right down to the mammoth bumble-bee circling our beverages. Making small talk I wondered if we would ever get down to the real reason we both agreed to this meeting. Mr. Cheese started with some words he had said before, nothing to elaborate but nevertheless I knew that in his head nothing had changed. Or at least that's how it came across. We continued conversation as I let him have the floor, knowing in my heart that I had yet again set myself up for another fall and that within a few hours I would be on a kitchen-floor-reset, crying into my meal-for-one whilst attempting to sing along to Ed Sheeran.
I fought my corner though, biting back in the knowledge that this was it. Responding to Mr. Cheese's fears of me wanting more than just a secure relationship I explained that I am able to compartmentalise life, categorising and understanding that yes, whilst I one day want to be a wife and a mother with a perfect lawn and well-risen muffins I also want to go out and explore the world and what it has to offer. I want to go travelling and experience more of life. I want to hug camels in Saudi Arabia and eat odd fruits in an Indian market. I want to cuddle an orphan baby panda and run with horses in the great plains of America. I want to dance with random Mexicans and I want to have a story to tell people including a Wombat in Australia. I am quiet happy to do that alone, but everything is much better with company. I made this clear to Mr. Cheese that all I wanted and all I have ever wanted was stability. Something concrete that I can you are mine and I am yours. But sadly it was too late. Silence fell after that. Trying to make eye contact I sipped my ginger beer, not quiet enjoying it as much as they do on the adverts. Mr. Cheese refused to let himself look at me in they eye. He wasn't telling me something. After sometime I broke the ice.
"I miss you" I said nervously looking to Mr. Cheese for reassurance. Out croaked a response and with it a threat that those beautiful blue eyes of his would spill out tears - "Me too". I said that we should leave, mainly meaning me as I didn't want to be the only party not crying when it came down to saying goodbye for the final time. But Mr. Cheese had different plans. Walking out of the small, quiet pub we walked down towards the river not saying much at all. As we approached the park it was clear Monsieur Fromage had more to say than goodbye. Watching the parents and children play on the swings I wondered silently whether I had been too intense. Had I pushed too far? Had I said too much? Had I not done enough? Suddenly I was transported back to an empty two-bed-semi in a perfect Northamptonshire suburb on a empty bedroom floor and the feelings I felt when Mr. Workaholic left me creeped back into my sole like an unwelcomed disease. Counteracting the demons of my past I started to list all the things I wont miss about being in Mr. Cheese's company. The insatiable need for a good cup of loose-leafed tea brewed to perfection. The imperative compulsion for a good-nights-sleep without dreaming. The way he would style his hair and that hideous taste in both fashion and music. But then I noticed that I wasn't listing the things I disliked about Mr. Cheese, I was depreciating the fact that they were no longer in my life any more and now I was just rolling off all the things I truly enjoyed about his company and those little things that enriched my life so much beforehand.
Suddenly he stopped. Under a tree. An unknown tree. A simple tree that had probably seen many a movie-scripted-moment. I hadn't even had a chance to say anything before I was thrust into the arms of Mr. Cheese. Oh how I missed this, his warmth and cuddliness. Oh how much I wanted to snuggle my face into his chest wig and tippee boobs. Although something overshadowed us, and it wasn't the inconspicuous tree. Through a muffled little voice that I felt may be crying I heard something I had almost given up all hope on.
"Abbey-Louise" Mr. Cheese mumbled. Replying with a simple yes he continued "I think I have made a grave mistake". Pulling away from his arms I took his hands and lifted his wet, bearded face.
"Only you can change that" I said stating the obviousness that had existed since the summer before. Sniffling back more tears Mr. Cheese cleared his throat. Summoning up all that he had left Mr. Cheese opened his mouth and what fell out was this - "I want you"
"Are you sure?" I asked wanting to make positive what I had just heard. I was greeted with the answer that Mr. Cheese had never been more surer of anything in his life. I made him happier than beyond his wildest imaginations and liked me for who I was, wobbles and all. Mr. Cheese wanted me back. Mr. Cheese wanted us to give it a go. Mr. Cheese wanted me!
And so that was that, as we emerged from the shade of what shall be known in my head as 'Our Tree' (what a sentimental sap I am) I felt happier than I had felt in months. Finally life was on track. I have the job. I have the home. I have the social-life. I have the friends and now I have the Boyfriend!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
Monday, 17 February 2014
Love is in The Air and It Stinks!
Hello there!
And what a busy week I have been having since the laziness of the past few. So typical boring British I shall begin with the weather however don't be turned off just yet as I am merely stating the fine fact that the past few days have been warmer than average and I am looking out of my window now at work from my new desk as Credit Control Administrator with a smile on my face in the knowledge that summer is only just around the corner.
So this week in the UK and I am assuming most other places on planet earth it was that god awful day ... Valentine's Day. Now I love 'Love' and in fact I am sure that some of you will know that I am the kind of person that falls very easily and quickly for someone. Not naming names here but there is more Mr. Men here that there is in a children's book store! I enjoy the fact that for at least one day a year everyone should have the ability to either get chocolates, beer, flowers or sex and if your in a relationship then lucky you because you probably are getting all three. Valentine's Day is a wonderful occasion that you can celebrate with your loved one. Unfortunately for me those days were over some weeks ago and so this year I spent my Valentine's with my fellow singleton, Miss Tweedle-Dee and her cat (Although I'm not sure if the cat has a lover? Great now I'm starting to think that the cat gets laid more than I do!)
Every year this calender event rolls around and every year I feel like carrying around a sick bag just watching other people being in love and in all honesty happy. I hate it. And yet at the same time I want to join in and share in that love although it is frowned upon to just pull up a chair to a couple on a date in a restaurant (Not from experience of course!) It is such a bitter/sweet moment. The fact is that whilst I had purchased slushy and somewhat crude Valentine's card's for Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee; I had also purchased, signed, sealed and delivered such a card for a certain someone. I shall not name names but I have been told off by many friends of mine for sending such a thing and to never do it again. Yes, that might not have been the most cleverest of things to do but I thought nothing of it and if I'm honest; hoped it would patch up some holes.
Friday night after finishing work I headed home and packed a bag for the weekend. Not only was I indulging in a night in with my Miss Tweedle-Dee but I was also meeting with Miss Cupcake who is getting married in several months. Miss Cupcake has asked me to be the photographer for her wedding as mentioned last week and we had finally put aside some time in our busy schedule's to walk around the grounds in which the soon-to-be-weds intend to take their vows. Looking outside however hearing the rain start to drizzle down my quaint windows I felt that this may not be the weather for a half-hour walk to the train station. But I couldn't leave it as knowing England the rain could go on for days. Braving the cold, wet droplets I headed for the station only to get there colder and wetter than when I first started out. I was now frustrated and annoyed and just wanted to be warm and cuddly. And the mood did not improve when I got to the other end. I boarded the wrong bus which stopped half way and chucked me out in the middle of where I grew up (A place I despise with a passion). A typically deprived 'chav'-area and despite living there for the longest period in my life I had not taken on the appearance of a common resident around those parts. A life filled with 'Jeremy Kyle' and the occasional spliff, lounging in bed all day with the only reasons to get up is either going to sign on, feeding one of your nine children (all by different fathers) or maybe a trip to the local shops to steal stuff in your Primark ugg boots and pyjamas, or if your lucky a velour tracksuit! Yes I did not miss my hometown.
Angrily cursing under my breath I huffed into the freezing air. Aggravated I punched in the numbers of a local cab company I knew of. As it dialled through I thought about how unsatisfying it is to just press a screen when you are mad. Long gone are the days where you could push down so hard of buttons they would catch under the plastic handset or snap shut that person on the other end of the line. In good time (But not good enough given my foul mood) the cab arrived and I was soon en route to Miss Tweedle-Dee's humble abode. As soon as I arrived I hopped straight in the shower, warming my bones that had chilled in the weather. Walking out into the warmness of her home I noticed Miss Tweedle-Dee had brought out her guitar. Feeling more of an improvement now I had arrived at my final destination and knowing the tune she was strumming away to I joined in with the chorus and thus commenced our Valentine's night. The remainder was just as I had hoped for. Girly chit-chat, Youtube videos, takeaway food and a horror film. I think it was one of the best Valentine's Days I have ever had, regardless if Miss Tweedle-Dee pre-booked me over a year in advance. I hope maybe next year I can do the same - With or without a boyfriend!
Who knows what next year may bring. The next twelve-months will be an exciting journey I shall share with you all once more again. The highs, the lows. The Mr.'s and the Miss'. Maybe this time next year I shall with with someone, or maybe just the same old loon still partying as she enters her twenty-fourth year of life! Regardless I know I'll have a whale of a time (maybe because I was called one on a beach sometime! Sad face). This week I have a flat to fix-up, a house-warming to prepare for and a date with someone who shall be named before encountered - Mr. Minigolf!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
And what a busy week I have been having since the laziness of the past few. So typical boring British I shall begin with the weather however don't be turned off just yet as I am merely stating the fine fact that the past few days have been warmer than average and I am looking out of my window now at work from my new desk as Credit Control Administrator with a smile on my face in the knowledge that summer is only just around the corner.
So this week in the UK and I am assuming most other places on planet earth it was that god awful day ... Valentine's Day. Now I love 'Love' and in fact I am sure that some of you will know that I am the kind of person that falls very easily and quickly for someone. Not naming names here but there is more Mr. Men here that there is in a children's book store! I enjoy the fact that for at least one day a year everyone should have the ability to either get chocolates, beer, flowers or sex and if your in a relationship then lucky you because you probably are getting all three. Valentine's Day is a wonderful occasion that you can celebrate with your loved one. Unfortunately for me those days were over some weeks ago and so this year I spent my Valentine's with my fellow singleton, Miss Tweedle-Dee and her cat (Although I'm not sure if the cat has a lover? Great now I'm starting to think that the cat gets laid more than I do!)
Every year this calender event rolls around and every year I feel like carrying around a sick bag just watching other people being in love and in all honesty happy. I hate it. And yet at the same time I want to join in and share in that love although it is frowned upon to just pull up a chair to a couple on a date in a restaurant (Not from experience of course!) It is such a bitter/sweet moment. The fact is that whilst I had purchased slushy and somewhat crude Valentine's card's for Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee; I had also purchased, signed, sealed and delivered such a card for a certain someone. I shall not name names but I have been told off by many friends of mine for sending such a thing and to never do it again. Yes, that might not have been the most cleverest of things to do but I thought nothing of it and if I'm honest; hoped it would patch up some holes.
Friday night after finishing work I headed home and packed a bag for the weekend. Not only was I indulging in a night in with my Miss Tweedle-Dee but I was also meeting with Miss Cupcake who is getting married in several months. Miss Cupcake has asked me to be the photographer for her wedding as mentioned last week and we had finally put aside some time in our busy schedule's to walk around the grounds in which the soon-to-be-weds intend to take their vows. Looking outside however hearing the rain start to drizzle down my quaint windows I felt that this may not be the weather for a half-hour walk to the train station. But I couldn't leave it as knowing England the rain could go on for days. Braving the cold, wet droplets I headed for the station only to get there colder and wetter than when I first started out. I was now frustrated and annoyed and just wanted to be warm and cuddly. And the mood did not improve when I got to the other end. I boarded the wrong bus which stopped half way and chucked me out in the middle of where I grew up (A place I despise with a passion). A typically deprived 'chav'-area and despite living there for the longest period in my life I had not taken on the appearance of a common resident around those parts. A life filled with 'Jeremy Kyle' and the occasional spliff, lounging in bed all day with the only reasons to get up is either going to sign on, feeding one of your nine children (all by different fathers) or maybe a trip to the local shops to steal stuff in your Primark ugg boots and pyjamas, or if your lucky a velour tracksuit! Yes I did not miss my hometown.
Angrily cursing under my breath I huffed into the freezing air. Aggravated I punched in the numbers of a local cab company I knew of. As it dialled through I thought about how unsatisfying it is to just press a screen when you are mad. Long gone are the days where you could push down so hard of buttons they would catch under the plastic handset or snap shut that person on the other end of the line. In good time (But not good enough given my foul mood) the cab arrived and I was soon en route to Miss Tweedle-Dee's humble abode. As soon as I arrived I hopped straight in the shower, warming my bones that had chilled in the weather. Walking out into the warmness of her home I noticed Miss Tweedle-Dee had brought out her guitar. Feeling more of an improvement now I had arrived at my final destination and knowing the tune she was strumming away to I joined in with the chorus and thus commenced our Valentine's night. The remainder was just as I had hoped for. Girly chit-chat, Youtube videos, takeaway food and a horror film. I think it was one of the best Valentine's Days I have ever had, regardless if Miss Tweedle-Dee pre-booked me over a year in advance. I hope maybe next year I can do the same - With or without a boyfriend!
Who knows what next year may bring. The next twelve-months will be an exciting journey I shall share with you all once more again. The highs, the lows. The Mr.'s and the Miss'. Maybe this time next year I shall with with someone, or maybe just the same old loon still partying as she enters her twenty-fourth year of life! Regardless I know I'll have a whale of a time (maybe because I was called one on a beach sometime! Sad face). This week I have a flat to fix-up, a house-warming to prepare for and a date with someone who shall be named before encountered - Mr. Minigolf!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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