Did my visit to SaffronWalden, had lunch with Jayne, Linda and Jo and then got back to the house to text him to let him know I was available. Later in the afternoon he text to say he was sorry he couldn't make it. Only a little dissapointed as this horrible cold / throat infection was really getting to me and anyway I just know there will be other times and also I've loved him replying to my texts and stuff and am worried that post sex he'll just go back to how he was before.
I start to feel really quite poorly and don't really want to keep taking paracetomol and sort of wondered if I should go to the walk in centre but really can't be arsked. I tell Lorraine and Jayne I don't feel like driving far and there is music at the Bull so Lorraine says she will drive and thats where we are headed out to a few hours later.
Doped up with ibeprufen and alcohol I feel better than I sound and apart from coughing and almost wetting myself each time I do cough we all descend on the Bull. It seems pretty crowded when we get there and has the atmosphere of a party with people already up and dancing to the band. Birthday cake is shared and generally its a good atmosphere, much better than the last time when we were almost threatened for not clearing up a glass that fell off a vibrating speaker!
We get sort of chatting to a woman called Anita who has spent the last 18 years with a drunk but is not bitter. She tells me that I am lovely and young and should get out and flirt!
Lloyd is there smooching with his wife but he can't resist glancing over to me several times to check me out which makes me feel good but actually Lloyd just stick with wifey cos I aint interested anymore. I've moved on to someone much more gorgeous. In fact Mr Gorgeous responds to texts and is almost tempted to come out and meet me but he gets home at 11 and promises me to meet tomorrow morning.
The band were excellent and played long after they should have stopped, even Jayne got up and danced! Lorraine and I did laugh and it was good.
Lorraine wanted to know what we'll do in Venice and we talked about just relaxing and chillin and watching the people go by so that sounds good.
When the band finished Lorraine wanted to go as she wanted to pick up Amy and Jayne wanted to the Railway. I couldn't let Jayne go in by herself so against my better judgement I go in with her and see straight away Mrs V or barage balloon.
We get ourselves a drink and wander around trying to avoid Mrs V's corner of the room. Anyway we're standing chatting to some young bloke that Jayne fancies when I suddenly realise Jayne is talking to two of Mrs V's friends. They have apparently been sent over to find out what was said last week cos it caused all kinds of problems! Luckily we are prepared for this and Jayne explains that it was not me but her who had said all the Gavin stuff etc etc. I try to pump the blonde troll like one as to what kind of problems it had caused...but Jayne steers me off as I am probably pumping too much.
Next thing old barage balloon herself comes over and says its okay no problem as her and Ollie had split last Friday morning anyway. Ahh I say you were so in love and she says he works too hard, is too stressed, has his kids and anyway his wife found out. I just think its all bollocks. She also says that she has told him its over and even though he keeps texting her telling her that its just a rough patch she says its over, apparently he has text 10 times tonight because he knows she is out and he'll be jealous! 'Don't get me wrong' she says 'I love him to bits and we met today for a chat but its never going to go anywhere' This makes me even more cross as he blew me out earlier today for her! Also I think she is lying and trying to belatedly cover up their affair. Anyway she and Jayne hug and its all friends again now except I am looking at her lined face, her french polished nails that cannot disguise her stumpy little fingers holding her fags and inside I am fuming with all the lies and involvement.
The evening draws to an end and we walk off to get a taxi. Once I get home I send a stroppy text to him telling him I am pissed off with all this mess.
I hear the message delivery report this mornning at 8 and he asks if I want to meet this morning. I am still cross and talk about having an honest discussion he just wants to talk about meeting and seems to be missing my point altogether eventually following a slightly stroppy text from him that says something about if he wanted or could meet in the evening he would have said so and now I have made things hard work I phone him and tell him how angry I am and all the stuff she said.
He tells me it is over and that he had said it would all go down once I had told him what I knew! He asked me what the best way to get rid of a woman was ...to let her decide to go herself. Am I going to get up and meet him? He makes me so cross and at the same time I can feel the anger dissapating from me and I suddenly find myself following his instructions to shower and get ready for 9.45!
I meet him and basically just melt and we have our usual fun and even video some bits! I tell him he is immoral and he asks me about my morals as he is rubbing me. He tells me that I like the badness about him, that I am attracted to that in him. He tells me that my thong and skirt tell him I have thought about and prepared for sex with him and he knows all this because I am moving my hips and am wet for him. He is so right and its good that he picks up on my clues.
We have anal sex which is a bit messy and he cums inside my arse which is a different experience for me.
After and as we are both cleaning up he chats about taking his son to football and how excited the little lad is and what a brilliant day they will both have and how its stuff like that that de stresses him and keeps him sane and its what life is about. I love this side of him and wished he would talk more to me on the other hand doing that will just make me fall more in love with him and I cannot afford to get more involved than I already am.
Bloody Richard has got right into text messaging and just as me and Mr V are getting down a bloody text from him arrives asking where have I gone?! He has really got into texts and two days in succession we've been woken at 4.40 by someone texting him! Its quite funny but also slightly irratating as there is no escape now.
Off to meet Jayne in a bit I might have a bit of a nap as am now feeling very sleepy post sex and post breakfast.
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