Black Friday Sunny Monday

Friday the 13th today – Black Friday.
I’m wearing all black today. Black top, skirt, shoes, stockings and undies. Looks quite smart too.
And I’m feeling quite good today.
I’ve booked a last-minute deal.
Off to Corfu on Monday.

ON MY OWN!
Slightly apprehensive about that, but I’m just going to read and lie in the sun. Never been on holiday by myself so I’m sure it will be an experience.

On another subject, I’ve heard through the grapevine that ‘Him’ has a new floosie. Also heard that she may have been on the scene prior to the break up. Now I’m trying to think back.
Were there any signs?
I try to comfort myself by saying ‘It’s his loss’.
I’m not being big-headed but I think I’m a nice person, fairly intelligent and quite attractive.
I know it’s time to put him out of my mind and move on.

Anyway, Corfu beckons and who knows what else?

Everyone have a nice week and I’ll ’see’ you when I get back

Love
Veronica

One More Day

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)

A Very Merry Unbirthday

6th of June 1982.
The day Veronica came into the world.
I am twenty six today. Jesus!
I hadn’t planned on blogging this, but like I said earlier it feels like a kind of therapy for me.
I am writing this at work.

When I left the house this morning no birthday cards had arrived.
I am hoping the postman is late today and that there will be something there for me tonight.
I normally take a day’s holiday on my birthday. I think everyone should have a holiday on their birthday.
Anyway, I couldn’t face the day on my own so I have opted for the office this year.
I am going out with friends tonight, which will be nice, but I’m feeling a little blue at the moment.
And twenty six sounds kind of old to me.

I know I need to forget ‘Him’, get back on my bike and into the world of the living, and I have promised to myself to make the effort this evening.
I’m going to put on my favourite black and white dress, some sexy undies and shoes with high heels. Maybe not stockings yet, not ready to go the whole hog.
So if you see some six foot, dark-haired stunner in Glasgow city centre tonight please say ‘Hello’.
‘Stunner’ ?
That’s a laugh.