Just got back from football, and I had two nice surprises.
Firstly, NYM had left a comment, and as the two earlier ones were spam I guess I now officially have my blog up and running. So... hello, NYM, and thanks. I like you, or the you I've seen so far, by the way.
Secondly, GG had sent an email from Barcelona, in her lovely Spanish-English. I quote... "I am thinking about you a lot and am looking forward to seeing you soon. It seems our last (and only?) meeting ocurred such a long time ago. Was it really last week? All that is related to you keeps some surreal feeling attached to it."
She has this lovely knack of writing from the heart, and what she said kind of sums up how I was feeling too. It is surreal... have we really only met once? So strange when the connection with someone new is really, really strong. I haven't yet worked out how or why it happens, but it's to be savoured when it does.
Anyway, she gets back on Wednesday and she's coming over to me (inches north of London) this time on Saturday evening. I think I'll take her to this gorgeous Morroccan/Turkish/Eastern fusion kind of place for some food, and then she's staying over. I'm wondering how it'll feel on Sunday morning... always the test, because I usually end up feeling like a sardine.