Last time I blogged there was a lovely young man who gave me lots of wine. Since he's been back from his holidays I have been busy with moving house and a new job, so I'm yet to see him. He wants to meet up but I find myself thinking that any free time I have, I want to spend it by myself. I'm with people all day and when I get in, I lock myself away so that even my housemate doesn't see me. Of course I eat dinner downstairs and watch a sitcom or two, but then I make up my excuses about tidying my room or working.
Bliss! I'm in my room and alone. Who needs people? I'm quite happy in my bubble, and more importantly, in silence. Even now I'm in bed (alone) and with nothing to distract me except this headache.
So, should I see lovely guy again? Yes, but not now. Peace and quiet for me. I might even get the knitting out. I do like to knit!
All in all, I think that I've turned into J.D. Salinger. I suppose there are worse people I could be like. Nick Clegg comes to mind.
Pass me a paracetamol and a glass of water. Maybe tomorrow night, sweetheart.
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