Day 571: Rrrrrufff!

Thank goodness for the blossom, showing off its pretty beauty and lifting up the early spring greyness just by being. I’ve seen whites and pinks and even gaudy yellows (though I wonder if I dreamed that – I’ve only seen it once, though I’ve been past the same spot many times).

Thank goodness for time. Two years ago, a little less, my already ex-boyfriend and I took a walk in Richmond Park. Big things were said, and though we were both kind, I think, it was sad and some crying happened, certainly on my part. What he said on that day has finally started to make sense to me, thanks to a friend who seems to find it hard to accept the good I see in him. What I said, apparently, was along the lines of ‘this is hard now, but one day we’ll both look back on this and smile’.

Yesterday, I had the pleasure, honour, blessing of having that smiling moment. We walked, through Hackney this time, but still with an element of park. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him since he’s been back, but it’s the first time we’ve spent a bit of time just us. We talked and laughed. We had a cup of tea. And then I gave him a clingy turquoise dress to wear in his act. I can’t wait to see it! I will have to wait, because I’m not around on the day that he’s next doing it, but I’m looking forward to seeing this man making the most of my sequins and making people laugh. Thank you. I have no words.

 

Thank you, universe and spareroom.com, for providing me with a place to live that I’m really looking forward to. Sitting on a hill in Highgate, equipped with a lovely man and his lovely dog in all its regal tininess, with views coming out of its ears and a vegetably garden to enjoy too… And thank you for the Best Tenancy Agreement Ever, which includes a clause instructing cuddles of said tiny, regal dog. That’s the contract for me. It’s a big fat YES (much bigger than tiny Aristotle).

 

Thank you for an auberginey dinner and lots of talking with strangely-connected Aly, a great find in the street next to my current place, after a long six months of not seeing each other.

Amazing chat with beautiful Emily Wilkinson, who was out walking her dog (resulting, not THAT surprisingly, in my barking at full pelt down the phone. In a busy café. Not on purpose).