Sunday, 10 June 2012

Bruised Heart

I slept like a log last night, (due to wine and other substances, nothing illegal, don't worry,) I woke surprisingly early.  I had breakfast, (yes, I'm back to having breakfast on a daily basis after a wobble of a few months.)  I jogged for 40 minutes, did 5 of toning, hit the shower and then spoke to you.  It was so great to chat this morning.  Thanks again for phoning.  I didn't expect you to get the email update so quickly.  Chatting on the phone this morning was almost as good as having you around the corner with a strong cup of coffee and a ready ear.  I know that you want me to be open and calm but I'm honestly done, and annoyed with myself for letting my guard down for a second.  My heart isn't broken, that happened 9 years ago.  I am happy as I am, you don't need to worry about me, but I am swearing off men, from this day forth.

After me telling you how bad the weather had been, the sun is actually shining just now.  After coffee and a substantial update with Fay, my friend who works here, I need to buy a birthday present for a friend in work, and a birthday card for JR.  I need to recycle, buy a bottle of medicinal wine, get fuel then head for my darling nephew CJ's for coffee, I've been invited, it's that cool?  He's my baby nephew and I can remember as clear as day, the day he was born and the first time I saw him, have to say, he's far more handsome now, even when he hasn't shaved.  He is a little battered and bruised also, but he'll be fine. 

The next time I write, I'll probably be in an airport lounge, with wine.  Happy Days.

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