For every up, there's a down..

I’ve been walking high on a cloud, buoyed by the forces of love… Donna has stolen my heart and given me purpose in life again. Due to our conflicting work schedules, we’ve only spent a small amount of time together, but maybe that’s a good thing, as it’s moving along at its own pace instead of being forced somewhere that it’s not ready to go.
Days when I know I am going to see her – even if it’s a fleeting glimpse through the library window on my way to the Greasy Spoon – my stomach churns delightfully with tension and excitement, and it’s nigh on impossible to keep a smile from my face.
She held my hand on the way to the pictures at the weekend, and I felt a charge shoot up my arm as if a Guantanamo Bay torturer had stuffed my fingers in a plug socket. Love is a wonderful thing, dear readers. Suddenly I feel as if the Credit Crunch is a mere annoyance; that the imminent destruction of our environment is something not to be fearful of; that the frequent battles with itchy haemorrhoids is something I can endure and overcome. I feel untouchable.
It has, however, already had negative consequences.. I was so lost in my own thoughts at work last night that I managed to ram my pallet truck full of frozen prawns into a Special Offer display stand full of salad cream. The whole lot smashed over and blocked the end of aisle 7 for an hour. It looked like a dolphin had been hit by an Exocet.
Happy St Patricks Day.

RC 17-3-09
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