Typical Bloke Thinking! (A Story).

That nice woman who works at Tesco's supermarket. Good looking. Happy. Always smiling. Big smile. Nice white teeth. I like her voice, soft, can't quite place it. Grey blue eyes. Not too much make-up but red lipstick (I like that). She's got lightish brown hair. Quite long. Always has it up. In a bun (I think it's called). Her yeah. That's the one. I like her. She's a little bit cuddly looking. Am I allowed to say a bit plump? It's in a nice sort of way. If she's on the check out counter I always go to her till. Even if I have to wait for the queue to go down. I think she only works part time, 'cos some days she's not anywhere to be seen, even if I go in several times. She ain't got a wedding ring on. Not that that means much these days!

Well, anyway she has noticed that I am on an organic diet because, well she mentioned it actually. She said to me - when I was shopping last Tuesday it was, - she said to me - well sort of exclaimed it really - she said, "my goodness, what a lot of healthy shopping!"

So I told her about me being on this organic diet and that, and how it's made me feel tons better and about me walking a lot easier and all that. And she seemed really interested. She said she might give it a go herself. But d'you know what she said after that, when I was putting me shopping into me shopping bag? Funny thing is, even me shopping bags one of them organic ones! D'you know what she said? No course you don't. She said - and she had her lovely big smile on when she said it. Looked me right in the eye she did - she said, "well I must say," she said, "I must say, you do look really well on it, a lot better."

Well, I'll tell you what. I was made up with her saying that I can tell you. Not just because it means me organic diet must be working. No, not just 'cos of that. No, but because if she thinks I look a lot better now than I did before, it must mean she has noticed me before. You know what I mean? Well, it must mustn't it?

I reckon she fancies me. Grace her name is. She didn't tell me. It's on her badge. She's really nice!







PS. This is just a story. I made the whole thing up. Although I wouldn't be at all surprised if women do think I look good on me new diet!

Just Popping By To Say Hello.

Sixteen days it has been since my last post. This must be my longest absence since I began blogging. I have no excuse, if one were needed. Just been doing other things.

Scottish referendum today. I wonder which way it will go? I suspect the majority of Scots will plump to stay part of the United Kingdom. If they do split I suppose I will have dual nationality.

I have gone organic. Been cooking proper meals. Making pies and biscuits, Eating plenty of fruit and vegetables. I find I really enjoy making pastry. I even made a loaf of bread. It tasted delicious. Didn't last long though because everyone wanted some. I have not eaten a ready meal for three weeks now, nor eaten any processed meat. I am sure I feel a lot better for it.

Mia the German Shepherd is getting on very well. She is a sweet character. Bonnie the Ginger Cat has started coming indoors again. Which is very pleasing. Mind you she has been missing for two days. This is not unusual for her though.

My Extremely Handsome Son George has returned to University in Liverpool. We drove up on Sunday. We are both emotional softies and saying goodbye is always difficult. We are getting better at it though. My campervan broke down on the way back and I completed the last 140 miles on the back of a breakdown truck. The problem was minor. A broken fanbelt. A five minute job to replace normally, but the breakdown service didn't have one to fit. And it being Sunday there was no place open to get one. My breakdown service only costs me £30 a year. Money well spent. The van is repaired now.

I am hoping my writing mojo returns soon. I miss my blogging. And of course I miss you.

How Far Is It? Just There And Back Again.

My Extremely Handsome Son George informs me that he is going for a walk today with his friend Cameron.


"Where are you walking to son?"

"Going to Pulborough dad."

"Blimey that's what you call a walk. Must be about 20 miles.

"Yeah about that I think."

"Do you want me to come and pick you up when you get there?"

"No thanks."

"How you going to get home then?"

"We're going to walk home."


My Extremely Handsome Son George doesn't half make me feel old sometimes!