Festival of Love
I had quite a busy day today. I had a nice lie-in until 10:30am. I set my alarm for 9am. Enough said?
I got washed and dressed, and then firmed up the plans with my friend. I was supposed to meet her at 2:30pm, but I was a little late getting going.
I finally arrived at Waterloo at 3pm, and we had a gossip and a wander along Southbank. In fact, we gossiped so much that we pretty much ran out of room to stroll!
My friend went out last night to a pub just around the back of the main strip, so we decided to wander that way. It was called The Mulberry Bush, and it was a really lovely pub in a great location.
We sat for 3 hours putting the world to rights, and also hashing over last weekend. He didn't go out with them last night in the end. It was a relief to know that the others didn't see me as the bad guy, and I felt a bit better. I learned a few things I didn't know, and it made me realise that he's not the person I thought he was. As much as it hurts, he would have simply continued to hurt me, and have little regard for my feelings, and I have to have a little bit of self-protection.
I asked if they were looking for bar staff, and they said they were, so I'm going to have a go at my CV and drop it in there one day this week. Who's knows? It's worth a try, and I might even enjoy it.
I grabbed a hot chocolate at Pret at the station as I left. I have barely eaten all week, I've been too empty and upset. I realised I had gone most of the day on just a biscuit, so I felt there'd be a good few calories in the drink!
When I got back to Woking, it was only ten minutes after gym had started. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go, but threw my stuff in the car this morning just in case. I decided to go, and my friends were pleased to see me. We had a good chat, and I came away feeling really glad I went. Not least because I managed to get on the bar every time by myself, and managed most of a squat-on, with some help.
I guess I should try and get out there when I'm feeling blue, as I definitely felt better afterwards.
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