A Fresh Start

Back to work yesterday and the feelgood factor’s still there tonight (even though the sleeplessness was back last night - a result of a sticky night rather than anything else, I suspect).

Last night, then, after Stubby’d expressed an interest in a lunch date, I sent her a text:

How about lunch tomorrow?

Can’t do tomsrow what about thurs

Thursday’s a date!

Oh well. I selected another number on my phone.

Are you free for lunch tomorrow?

Yes indeedy!x

It’s a hot date then.

It was a hot date, too, so Shazza and I sat in the beer garden at the Coachmakers’ and tucked into our baked potatoes and beverages. Chatting away about this and that who should turn up by Stubby with two men in tow! They joined us, of course. Hmmmm. Do you know, if I didn’t know better I’d swear Stubby wasn’t interested in me :-). I’m not sure what Shazza’s looking for - just an attentive ear, I suspect, although she happily played along when I invited her to join me on my “pilgrimage” to St Martins in three weeks’ time. At least, I think she was playing along when she agreed. I’ll have to check.

Now, I wonder whether Smittee’s up for lunch tomorrow …