Philippa knows about our holiday to Tunisia now. She tells me she is ‘touched and angry’ which just about sums her up. She says it’s very sweet of me to arrange it, but also rather devious of me to book it without telling her as she didn’t have a chance to ‘help decide the destination‘.. Hey, ho. What’s that saying? “You can’t do right for doing wrong”? Never is that truer than in a relationship with a woman.
Ross and I are going to see a band tomorrow night. They’re called ‘The Warblers’ and they’re very good, apparently. They’re appearing at a nice country pub that is holding a Bank Holiday Beer Festival, so it’s a win-win-win situation. Philippa is coming along too, as I intend to get drunk and I’ll be needing a lift home.
I may have to re-think my ‘resignation deadline.’ I’ve been looking very hard but there just don’t seem to be any jobs around worth going for. I’m also aware of our impending house move creeping closer and closer and I don’t want to take on too many changes at once.
Or maybe I’m just lazy and deciding to settle for what I’ve got….
Nights getting darker
Days becoming less sunny
Summer is waning
RC 23-8-13
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