What a busy day! I have been non-stop all day and am shattered. For some stupid reason I woke up at 7 this morning, this is despite being woken up by mysterious voices on the landing a half two this morning. I didn’t recognize any of the voices but there were at least four people.
So at seven I was laid in bed and could hear the mystery people on the landing again. There were 2 guys and 2 girls from what I could make out, but I still hadn’t heard my housemate so I presumed she was in bed (and she was). I got up an hour later and got into the shower so that I would be reasonable to meet the mystery guests, however just as I was getting out of the shower I bumped into my housemates best friend on the landing who explained who had been staying over. She then dashed out of the door as these people were waiting for her in the car.
I ventured downstairs and soon wished I had stayed in bed… the kitchen was a mess! I found my last banana still partially in it’s skin, mashed into the leather sofa (thank God it’s wipe clean!) and there were numerous mugs and glasses scattered throughout the ground floor. I decided, as I was so awake and surprisingly refreshed, to tackle the kitchen as I figured my house mate would most likely be suffering this morning.
Once that was done, I went out into town and popped into work to send out an email. My manager took me into the back yard to show me what they had done in the morning brief. Dan is well known for being on the chubby side and he enjoys his food, a lot. So this morning, using the giant boxes from a delivery they created Dave’s lunch box and his English breakfast. It was all expertly drawn out including the oversized cutlery! I couldn’t stop laughing and realised that my car park ticket would run out soon and I still had lots to do.
I managed to get my tent for the festival I am going to later in the year (I had also arranged to go camping on the next bank holiday so had to get it sooner rather than later!). I got myself a 3 man tent with a porch, nice and spacious! I then went off to the “cheap” opticians round the corner armed with my prescription and NHS voucher to try to find some sunglasses. Nearly an hour later, I finally settled on a pair and quickly put the payment of £105 down before I changed my mind again and hurried out of the door almost able to hear my bank balance screaming at me.
I then ventured to the local Asda. I usually go to Morrisons, but decided as I am trying to save as much money as possible I ought to go to the “cheaper” supermarket. It did not work out cheaper. I ended up spending an extra £20 on my weekly food shop! I still haven’t worked out how yet!
When I got back home, I went out to help my housemate weed the garden. We have a 10 foot square mud patch which we were going to have seeded ready for the summer so that we can have a bit of grass to brighten the garden up. We were out there for nearly four hours and by the end of it my back started to itch. I knew what that meant, I had burnt my back. It was brighter than a tomato! But was in a perfect square from my vest top, it wasn’t the other side of the straps, just this perfect square of red!
Whilst I was eating my lunch, Mo noticed that she had a voicemail on her phone from her clinically depressed friend. She instantly worried as he never calls her and not only that, but he had a relapse recently. She phoned him back immediately and started asking him if he was ok and then I could hear her saying “I think so, yeah I will tell her, I reckon she would be ok with it.” I just presumed they were talking about one of their friends, but no, it turned out it was me!
He had seen me in some of Mo’s photos online and thought I looked nice and was enquiring as to whether I was single and what I was like as a person. It made my day, I actually had a single man that was interested in me! Mo gave me his number and I text him saying “Hi, how you doing? Mo said that you saw my photo on Face Book and were interested. Kel x”
He soon replied saying that he was ok and did I want to go out for a drink on Monday, I figured Monday would be bad as there is practically no one that would be out and could possible be really awkward on a blind date, so I suggested tonight. He was also free so we arranged it, we would have a blind date tonight at 8pm, he would come to mine and we would walk into town and go to a bar I know.
I jumped into the shower and started to wonder what to wear, my housemate was out, so I was completely alone on the fashion front! I attempted to curl my hair so I could be different for once, but as usual my hair was being stubborn, so it ended up being wavy.
He arrived on time and phoned me on the house phone to double check which house it was as they all look the same along my road! We walked into town and went into the bar I knew would be quiet and easy to talk in. It is also possibly the only bar in town which has some class and sophistication!
When I walked through the door and approached the bar my stomach flipped, two of Mo’s friends were sat at the bar and Craig pipes up “Hiya, so is this your other half?” “Not yet” I muttered and then went off into a quiet corner with Tony. I noticed them looking over every so often and then Mo’s boyfriend came and sat with them, so I had all 3 guys staring over constantly. How off putting!
We were getting on really well and seem to have plenty in common, we both listen to the same sort of music and are both training for the same qualification in accounting! He has even offered to help me out with the part of my course I am stuck on. Always handy to know people! Later on, when I got fed up with the staring from the guys, I suggested that we move onto a different bar, so off we went, however the only other place I knew would be “quiet” had their music pumped right up to the max! It made it rather difficult but we managed. Conversation soon turned to sport and he was amazed that I will happily sit and watch the football. After a while we headed back to my house and on the walk home he told me that he is not the sort of person who enjoys going out clubbing, which meant we had another thing in common!
I didn’t want to have to tell him about my operations as whenever I have told people that I am still recovering in the past, they suddenly treat me so differently and try to do everything for me, which at times can be nice, but not all the time! Unfortunately he was speed walking, so I had to tell him I had to take it steady with walking. It was my first time walking into town without crutches too. I told him the whole story about my legs and he looked pretty shocked and yes, at first he tried to treat me differently and every 5 minutes on the walk home he would slow down and apologise!
When we got home we bumped into my housemate and her best friend who both know Tony, so they were trying to find out from us how it went and were having a general catch up with him in the street. Once they had gone, I invited him in for a drink in the hope that he would make some kind of move on me, but no, he went and sat on the sofa opposite me. I realised that he was a little shy around new women. I paused on the doorstep when he left, almost urging him to lean forward and give me a goodnight kiss, but again his shyness got the better of him and he rushed across the road to his car. He did however, say that he had a good night and would like to meet up again.
There is hope yet!
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