Friday night birthday was quite nice. Didn’t meet a new ‘Him’, but then I wasn’t really looking.
The weather was so nice on Saturday so I spent most of it in my little bit of garden enjoying the heat from the sun and a little bit of reading. Well a big bit of reading by my standards. It’s not often I read a whole book in one ’sitting’.
The book was ‘for one more Day’ by Mitch Albom.
I couldn’t stop turning the pages.
When I got to the last page I cried buckets.
PS There were birthday cards when I got home on Friday. But not one from ‘Him’. I thought that was a bit strange. I would have sent him one.
Maybe I’m better off without him. (she said, unconvincingly)





