thoughts on a thursday

I’m still having trouble getting my head straight about this whole Donna episode. I feel like I set myself up for a massive fall by getting too attached too quick, which is rare for me, but I really was taken by her. I was starting to feel comfortable with her, and starting to look ahead to some great times we might have, just at the point that she told me she was already with someone. It’s hard to describe the thoughts and feelings. It’s like spending three years on a wonderful breakthrough in chemistry, only to see the exact same findings published in Science the month before you’re due to announce your discovery. So near, and yet so far. We must live and learn, I suppose, and maybe these things happen for a reason and someone better will come along shortly. (If I can think of any other appropriate clichés I’ll pop them onto the end of this posting.)

Ted’s in trouble with Beryl again. She caught him outside smoking a cigar, which apparently is a bad idea when you’ve had a recent heart attack. I called round this morning and walked into an atmosphere akin to Easter Sunday at Judas’s house when Jesus popped in to borrow sugar. Frostier than a polar bears ice cream, if you like. Beryl kept doing that thing where she was talking to me, but aiming all her comments at her husband. I may send them an invoice at the end of the month for them using me as an interpreter. Maybe staying single for life is the way forward after all.

RC 16-4-09
1919 BST