A weekend

The weekend sped by so quickly. Starting with Friday night when I decided I did not want to spend the night not being able to hear what people were saying and told Jayne I would not be going to the Railway only to have to spend money I could not afford and wake up the next day hungover. Instead I watched tv, drank red wine and was in bed asleep by 9.30!! I think I am turning into a fossil! Oh and in between the drinking red wine and falling a asleep sent some slightly drunken random texts and emails to Peter and Keith.

Woke up on Saturday to 3 messages from Mr V asking where I was and saying he wanted a lift home ie sex. Peter H had responded to my drunken philosophical text and we had a bit of a banter.

Went with Jayne to Chelmsford to buy some perfume they don't do the lotion here. We had a nice mooch around and I bought Chris a part of his birthday present of a salad dressing mixer and some oils. Jayne seems depressed which is unsurprising given that Mark is still out of work, Justine is about to give birth and she has huge debts to pay off. Shame but she is her own worse enemy especially where those girls are concerned. She has bred monsters in them.

Sunday we went to Karen's and she went through all Jayne's debts and told her to cut up her credit cards. Jayne literally went pale. You could see the colour drain from her face as Karen brought in the scissors and started snapping them at Jayne to cut up her cards. She did cut a few up but not all. Unless she does something drastic her bubble is going to burst and times will be hard for her. Actually it looks like they will be hard anyway but better for her to be in control than the banks and credit card people to take control.

I came home potter about the garden and later popped out to see Mr V. I wasn't sure if I was going to meet him or even if I wanted to as we had met on line the night before and I get always get cross as he treats me like an object not a person which in lots of ways he does in real life but it feels different. I get lots out of the real life meetings and little out of the online meetings. I was all set to give him up but as usual when I saw him and he got in the car and kissed me I just melted.

He says things like how does it feel to be made to feel like a desirable and wanted woman? He tells me we will meet like this forever. He tells me I am hot and sexy and for a woman of nearly 50 who is generally feeling fat and frumpy being told those things are really rather wonderful.
Afterwards I laugh and he asks me why I am laughing? I tell him I am waiting for the bad time, the time when its not so good so we can both think we'll give it a miss next time, or that its run its course and then I say we have never had that bad time have we and he laughs and agrees. We kiss goodbye and he is gone and I am left with a warm glow and the wonderful memory of being a desirable woman wanted and desired by a gorgeously sexy virule man. Life is good again.