The song remains the same

Oh dear. I started writing a blog last night but my eyes kept leaking. I tried to write about the last three days spent with Pippa, but began at the end for some reason; the image of her riding off into the sunset was still fixed in my mind. So I didn’t get very far with it, and all I wanted to do was tell her I love her. Thanks to Daniel Beddingfield for helping me do so.

I guess I was tired, um, exhausted, and feeling emotionally fragile and yes, lonely. Bugger. As she pulled away from my house, it pulled the tears from my eyes. I could still see her, a little blurry, and I missed her. It only took a few seconds for me to miss her desperately, and to ache to be back in her arms. That hasn’t changed, nor will it. I’m sorry hun, I just wish I could be with you.

So here I am again, with my blog for company. Dear blog, always there for me. We did of course have a lovely three days. It was just wonderful to be able to spend so much time together. I’d like to start from the beginning, and describe every minute in detail, but I shan’t, too much information amongst other things, much as I’d like to relive the whole time again. But I’ll let you in on a couple of bits.

Pippa brought her epilator for me to try on my arms. Bloody hell how painful is that?! I’m sure childbirth must be easier, cue the chorus of mothers screaming at the page. Ok mums, only joking. Anyway I needed a few vodkas to anaesthetise me, it seemed to help. I hadn’t had a drink for over a week, nor had I eaten for hours, a dangerous combination. I wasn’t too bad, but decidedly groggy in the morning. We went for a walk the next day, which helped to blow some cobwebs away. Short skirts are not recommended for climbing over barbed wire fences or jumping off walls and over nettle-infested land so we were in drab. Well, it was only for a couple of hours. Pippa took pictures of cows (aww) and we picked a small sack-full of sloes, which we used to make sloe gin. There’ll be a glass or two of that to warm us up next time Pip visits.

We managed to polish off a bottle of vodka on the first night, in fact even before dinner, so by Thursday we had nearly run out. We hadn’t bothered going shopping on Thursday, Pippa magicked a wonderful dinner out of what was left in the fridge, but as the bottom of the wine bottle approached, we realised just how desperate the vodka situation was. So with no persuasion whatsoever needed, I got Pip to come with me for a drive to the local Spar shop for the emergency supplies. Needless to say we were in girly mode, this is something I don’t normally do, go out dressed in my own town. But it had to be done. When we arrived at the shop there was a gang of youths outside, and Pippa was reluctant to get out of the car, can’t say I blame her, although I was trying to be reassuring, insisting that no-one would even notice us. The crowd soon moved on so out we got. There were only a few people around and no-one even looked at us. One guy walked straight past us and I said, "There see? He didn’t notice…" It was dark though, no streetlights nearby, but inside the shop seemed to be dazzlingly bright. A young lady was being served as we walked in, neither her nor the woman on the till looked at us. I looked around, "Where’s the vodka?" I whispered to Pippa, "It’ll be behind the counter", came the hushed reply. Which meant of course that I had to ask for it. The woman on the till was fiddling with something or other, she’d seen us, but still hadn’t "noticed" us, standing right in front of her. "Hello!" I said, attempting a sweet little voice. In an instant she was startled away from her fiddling and looked me close up in the face. She stared for about three seconds, obviously this was the point of realisation. "There see, SHE hadn’t noticed either" I said to Pippa. The woman’s lips turned up at the corners, she seemed fine, in fact I got the impression we had somehow brightened up her day. "It was your voice that gave it away", she said. I’m well aware I need to work on that. I asked for the cheapest vodka, paid by card, hoping she didn’t know my family as I signed my name, got out of the shop and thought, wow, at least we can blend in. It was a wonderful moment. And we had vodka too.

Apart from that little jaunt the three days were spent in blissful, tranquil seclusion. As Pippa would say, the rest of the world can bugger off, and so they did. Lovely.

October 16^th seems very far away, and I’m not sure if we’ll get chance to meet before then. Thank heavens for instant messaging, at least our minds can meet. She may have a fantastic body but it’s her mind I love really. Though if we turn up at TM late and tousled you’ll know that we’ve had some catching up to do.

Oh Pippa my sweet, thank you again for visiting, for putting up with me for so long, and for loving me. When I’m lying in your arms, I know I’m home.