Girly Heaven

As promised, Pippa came up on Tuesday for 2 days and 2 nights of total girlyness. It’s been lovely, we’ve had such fun. She arrived about 9pm, having been working that day, so she needed to bathe and make herself beautiful when she arrived. I was already dressed and made up so I made some sandwiches and salad to go with the carrot soup I’d prepared earlier. We ate, then had a drink and a chat on the sofa, it was nice to curl up again and have a cosy quiet evening in. I do like the simple pleasures in life, as well as being a bit of a party animal at times. So we had a reasonably early night and went to bed reasonably sober, which is probably a first for us. Didn’t stop us having a lie-in though, I’m not a morning person and I wanted to be sure Pippa got plenty of rest and relaxation while she was here. It’s Pippa’s birthday today (Friday), but since we had a full day together I thought we should celebrate it then (Wednesday), so she awoke to find a couple of pressies and a card waiting for her. I’d got her a selection of tops and a nice Dorothy Perkins dress, all very girly stuff, so we had lots of trying on to do later. After coffee and croissants we got changed and decided to take some pics outside, to hell with the neighbours. Neither of us, well me especially, looked our best as we’d slept in our make up, and only touched up our lippy, but it was fun nevertheless; nice to be out on a sunny day, pottering around the garden, doing some silly poses and generally being girly and giggly. By the way, the album formerly known as "Lucy & Pippa’s girly night in", has now been extended and re-named, "Lucy & Pippa’s girly days and nights", hopefully there will be lots more additions to it in the future.

Pippa had insisted that she cooked for me this time, so I left her in charge of the kitchen while I got tarted up again and did my make up properly. She made us a bolognese that was really delicious, I could get used to this, and I opened a rather nice bottle of special reserve Chardonnay, well, it was her birthday.

On to the vodka and upstairs to have a play with some clothes, 2 of my favourite pastimes. We tried lots of different looks and took some more photos. At about 11pm we decided to go for a little walk, the nearby caravan site seemed like a good idea, not sure why, maybe it was the thrill of actually being seen by someone. There wouldn’t be many people around at that time of night though and it was dark and I didn’t expect that anyone would actually notice us. We were however, somewhat overdressed for a caravan site. Pippa had one of my black lacy skirts on with one of her new pink tops, and I had a long pink beaded dress on. We both had heels on and shawls to complete the look. Girls around here don’t even dress like that for special occasions, let alone wandering around campsites, so we certainly had the potential for drawing attention to ourselves. Most of the campers were tucked up in bed though, or watching satellite tv like campers seem to do these days. One guy stepped out of his caravan in front of us to walk his dog, and another lady (wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt) saw us from not far away, but I’m sure neither of them noticed anything unusual, apart from perhaps our rather glamorous outfits.

Another change of clothes and another drink and some more pics and it was time for another reasonably early night. Another nice lie-in too, but this time we got up and had a hearty English breakfast, instead of that poncey French stuff. We had a lovely afternoon, more chatting, a change of clothes or two, and had a look at the pics from the previous day.

I’d got very used to Pippa being there, always at my side, and it was weird when she left; an empty space where there should have been a smiley chatty person. I’ve lived on my own for a long time so I’m used to the solitude, it’s never bothered me, I enjoy it in fact, but after 2 days of someone being there it seemed like someone was now missing. At the same time, I missed her but felt her presence; she was gone but still with me. The solitude I’m used to had changed somehow, and the house felt more empty than it has ever done.

Her perfume is still in the air and I still look over my shoulder expecting to see her there. It is silent but I hear her voice, the house is empty but her love is everywhere. Come back soon, my sweet, I miss you.

xx