(Almost) Perfect Day

I've had such a lovely day today.

I went to bed rather early last night- perhaps it was the anticipation of half-term and the desire to be well rested in order to enjoy in to the fullest!

I got up early, and ended up taking myself to Fego's again. Actually, Little R had her friend's little boy, Charlie, and they met me there. He is such good company! And very well behaved as well. We had a lovely indulgent breakfast. It's become sort of a staple of Saturday, and I'm really liking it!

* Will finish this tomorrow! So much more to say, but going to bed at 4am last night means I need to catch some zzzz's :-)

Ok. After a lovely breakfast with Charlie, I left him and Little R to go to the bedding shop again ( not before telling Charlie I wanted to steal his little shoes! It's a little joke we have). I bought the bedding I wanted, and did get a bit of a discount, but let's just say with spending at an all time high, I'm somewhat hesitant to log into my Barclaycard account....

Straight home to see Little B. I only stayed 20 minutes as I had to go out, but mum, little R and Charlie headed off to take B for a walk.

It was gloriously sunny when I got to the station. I've recently discovered it actually doesn't cost that much to park here- the only snag is the trains are very slow coming back and if I went from the other place, my journey time would be cut in half.

I went to meet my good friend, K. I haven't seen her for a couple of months, and although we keep in touch, it's not the same as seeing her. I was a bit nervous as we haven't spoken too much since all the trouble back in July. I'm sure I mentioned earlier that it was hard for me to see her involved in guy friend's world, albeit via Facebook, and it wasn't really helping my healing. But I was really excited to see her, and when I met her at the station we hugged, and immediately I realised how much I had missed her company. Memories of the summer came flooding back- even her perfume reminded me!

We went to LPQ in southbank, where we sat and talked about anything and everything for 3 hours! It was lovely. It was great hearing about what she's been up to, and there was something about it all that really comforted me. She also shared something that I'd been wanting to hear so very much. It gave me hope, and I've so been missing that.

We've promised not to leave it so long next time, and I'm hoping we can see each other a bit more often. I had plans to meet "the boys" in Soho at the Dutch pub for a drink. I was undecided, but she persuaded me to go, so off I went. I met my friends, and it was great. The atmosphere was good although it was weird to see another guy doing the DJing, as opposed to guy friend. It was warm and friendly, and everyone was in good spirits. I had forgotten how much I like this place, and it was so lovely being back there. All the memories of the summer came flooding back, and it was just perfect.

The music was good, I had free drinks, I bumped into another mutual friend, and even got chatted up but a visiting Dutchman! I ended up staying until quite late, then thought I should get back before the last train. I was going to walk- I really wanted to, but I thought I should take a taxi. Couldn't get a taxi for love or money, so decided to be brave and walk it. It's a 20 minute walk culminating in the Jubilee bridge, which is one of my favourite spots, especially to take pictures. My mum would have a fit if she reads this- especially as I walked it alone! But do you know what? I made it unscathed (there's a shocker!) and was so proud of myself! It was quite liberating doing something you doubted you could do. Or rather others told you you shouldn't do....

The only snag was I now had an hour to wait for the very last train- ah, the 01:05, how I've missed you! It didn't disappoint- punks, skunks and drunks, not forgetting that each of them is eating a McDonalds....I ended up chatting to a couple of girls and a guy, and we laughed most of the journey home.

The train finally got in just after 2am. I came home so happy. I had a really perfect night. It offered me a glimpse of hope, and I love that. Now, being a realist, it makes me think that once again, nothing will come of it, and I'll just be disappointed again. But for now, it's something I can keep thinking about, and it makes me happy.

I had a glimpse of my old life. And I want my old life back.