Think I may have pissed M off!
He has text every weekend since the last time I saw him, (and once in the week too), and I have either been busy or have not been up for seeing him. For various reasons. I always reply though, and ask how he is, etc etc and explain what the score is.
Last weekend he texted 3 times over the space of an hour and tried to call me also, concluding with "so you don't want anything to do with me then?". I was in bed and had my phone switched off, and didn't bother to respond the next day.
Last night he texted again "So aren't you talking to me anymore then?", so I responded telling him of course I was still speaking to him, had been in bed last week, etc. After a couple of these "how are you" type texts he asks if I fancy a booty call before I go away. I was in the process of covering my head in nit lotion (delightful children!!) at the time, so replied telling him that, and then received yet more texts enquiring if I had somebody else, etc etc and culminating in telling me he had "got the message".
I tell you, if women went around behaving like that - we'd be called bunny boilers!!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The smoke!
After an early start and managing to get the train to London on time (which is a bloody miracle for me at 7.50am!!), myself and my two colleagues arrived in London in excellent time, and then proceeded to take an age getting to Kensington by tube due to getting on the wrong train twice! (Not helped by discovering that my train plus underground purchased ticket refused to work in a single underground ticket machine!)
Finally managed to get there only to learn one of the main presentations I was looking forward to had been cancelled, and the Chair had to leave half way through for 2 hours, which was a) disappointing, and b) taking the bloody piss! Especially considering it was a conference that cost £550 plus VAT per delegate to attend. (I didn't have to pay as a speaker of course!).
The morning session was pretty dull, with only 1 of the speakers being remotely interesting, leading into a lunch that was nothing to write home about. The afternoon picked up a little, with 2 quite interesting speakers, and myself and my colleagues in the middle of them. I was, of course, fabulous :-)
So, after a somewhat disappointing day, we begin the homeward bound journey, only to discover that unfortunately, but rather amusingly, that whilst we had been merrily chatting about the calibre (or lack of) the conference on the return to the underground, the above-mentioned Chair happened to be walking right beside us! We may not be invited to attend again!
Fortunately the return underground journey happened without mishap (or mis-mapreading), and we made good time getting aboard the train that would take us back to the normality of our own little town. Unfortunately, said train then spent the entire journey back on the "slow track", (due to a car hitting a railway bridge or something), which resulted in a journey that lasted nearly half as long again.
Despite the tiresomeness of the journey, I always enjoy a trip to London on "business", and it has the effect of making me feel like a real working "grown up". I certainly wouldn't want to do it every day though!
So, after a hectic day of speaking, listening and travelling, I rounded off the day with a takeaway indian (meal not person!), which was lovely but is not conducive to losing a stone in the next week, and now feel sick! Bugger! No more eating for a week!!
Finally managed to get there only to learn one of the main presentations I was looking forward to had been cancelled, and the Chair had to leave half way through for 2 hours, which was a) disappointing, and b) taking the bloody piss! Especially considering it was a conference that cost £550 plus VAT per delegate to attend. (I didn't have to pay as a speaker of course!).
The morning session was pretty dull, with only 1 of the speakers being remotely interesting, leading into a lunch that was nothing to write home about. The afternoon picked up a little, with 2 quite interesting speakers, and myself and my colleagues in the middle of them. I was, of course, fabulous :-)
So, after a somewhat disappointing day, we begin the homeward bound journey, only to discover that unfortunately, but rather amusingly, that whilst we had been merrily chatting about the calibre (or lack of) the conference on the return to the underground, the above-mentioned Chair happened to be walking right beside us! We may not be invited to attend again!
Fortunately the return underground journey happened without mishap (or mis-mapreading), and we made good time getting aboard the train that would take us back to the normality of our own little town. Unfortunately, said train then spent the entire journey back on the "slow track", (due to a car hitting a railway bridge or something), which resulted in a journey that lasted nearly half as long again.
Despite the tiresomeness of the journey, I always enjoy a trip to London on "business", and it has the effect of making me feel like a real working "grown up". I certainly wouldn't want to do it every day though!
So, after a hectic day of speaking, listening and travelling, I rounded off the day with a takeaway indian (meal not person!), which was lovely but is not conducive to losing a stone in the next week, and now feel sick! Bugger! No more eating for a week!!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Sonnet 57
"Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill."
William Shakespere, 1609
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill."
William Shakespere, 1609
Get me!
In the here and now, off to London tomorrow to speak at a national conference!
Check me out!!
Check me out!!
A detour
Not only am I going to Vegas in a few weeks, but I'm also taking a little detour to San Francisco while I'm there! I don't know how it will work out, but I'm confident that it will be okay, and it's something that needs to be done. I'm not really reading too much into it, instead I'm just looking forward to having the opportunity of seeing him, catching up in real life and spending some time hanging out enjoying ourselves.
So there you have it! Two states in one trip. Can't be bad!
So there you have it! Two states in one trip. Can't be bad!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Odd things about me
I always use the same colour pegs for each individual piece of washing on the line, absolutely cannot mix them.
I am anal about symmetry - my version of it!
I drive - literally for hours, literally nowhere.
I hate cleaning, but am a bit of a tidy fanatic.
I cannot watch tv or listen to the radio unless the sound is on an even number (or a multiple of 5). Same with the heating (or any appliance really!)
I love strawberries but I hate strawberry flavouring.
I don't drink milk, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, milkshake or apple juice. I would rather parch to death!
I tend to triplicate on orgasm - eg. oh god, oh god, oh god or fuck, fuck, fuck - always in threes!. (oh, and then I apologise!)
I used to have panic attacks. Really, really bad ones!
I am anal about symmetry - my version of it!
I drive - literally for hours, literally nowhere.
I hate cleaning, but am a bit of a tidy fanatic.
I cannot watch tv or listen to the radio unless the sound is on an even number (or a multiple of 5). Same with the heating (or any appliance really!)
I love strawberries but I hate strawberry flavouring.
I don't drink milk, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, milkshake or apple juice. I would rather parch to death!
I tend to triplicate on orgasm - eg. oh god, oh god, oh god or fuck, fuck, fuck - always in threes!. (oh, and then I apologise!)
I used to have panic attacks. Really, really bad ones!
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