Drove to Aylesford today to have lunch with Pauline at The Friary - it's halfway between our homes and I thought it would be great (especially after the hell of a year we've both had) to have the chance for a girly chat rather than having our husbands in tow as well (when you can't really talk as openly - as they'd probably both be shocked. Men are so sensitive ...). It was good. Very good. Best idea I've had for a long time in fact. We talked - about really deep stuff - for ages. It's so refreshing to be with someone you can be the most honest you're able to be with (if that makes sense) and know they're not going to run away screaming. Anyway, three hours, two lunches, two decaff coffees and one orange juice later and we were done. Must do it again sometime. Thanks, Pauline.
Got home to discover Lord H has bought an I-pod. Welcome to the 21st century! Ye gods, but those things are small. As we both tend to mislay our mobiles and glasses on a regular basis, I don't hold out much hope for its long-term survival in the house. Now all we have to do is work out how to use it. And when. Still, it does mean that I can listen to music while on the exercise bike if I'm not in the mood for a book. And at last I can look like a modern woman.
Tonight, it's the excitement of "Strictly Come Dancing". Will Mark and Karen survive? How many times can I vote for them before the phone explodes? Ah, the tension, the pain of it all. How on earth did we all manage before TV was invented?
Today's nice things:
1. Talking with Pauline
2. Talking with Pauline
3. Talking with Pauline. 'Nuff said.