Flowers and Butterflies

Mrs J has been on holiday this week and it’s been a little weird to not be heading round to her house. I did pop down on Wednesday to water her plants and make sure that the place was all fine but it seemed quite cold and devoid of life without Mrs J there so I didn’t hang around for long.

Stalker Greg is back to his usual tricks. I was coming home from work the other night and I happened to have a bunch of flowers. An obvious perk of the job is that I get a discount on flowers and there sometimes happens to be mistakes made on bouquets or people don’t come in to pick up their flowers despite having ordered them. So this is how I happened to have the most beautiful display of roses as I trudged back home.

I don’t know why I’m surprised that Greg managed to pop out of his house at exactly the moment I was passing by. If he used his powers for good instead of evil, he could be quite the force to be reckoned with. As it stands, he’s just a right royal pain in my arse. Anyway, out he popped and started a conversation that he hoped would lead to me telling him where the flowers had come from without him actually asking me who had given them to me. In an unmeant twist of fate, I managed to never tell Greg where I worked which has turned out to be a blessing now that he fancies himself half in love with me. The conversation didn’t go as he planned and despite my inability to be nasty to people – I felt quite smug that I had been quite closed off with him. Hopefully that will be the end of him for a while.

And I have a date. My phone rang the other night and despite answering with good English, as soon as the person on the other end spoke, I lost the ability to string a sentence together. It was Mike (swoonable rugby man!) who got my number from Sally and decided to give me a ring. We chatted for a little while before he asked me to go to the pictures with him. Thank God he didn’t suggest somewhere where I’ll be forced to have proper conversation because it would appear that I only have to imagine his handsome face to get tongue tied! So that’s tomorrow night and I’m already going crazy trying to think of what I should wear.

Luckily, these flittering butterflies in my tummy are such a good feeling. It’s nice to feel so excited about something again!