Okay, I promised I was going to finish my St Andrews story, but I’m going to work backwards instead, and start with tonight.
I got a text from HP just before five asking me if I wanted a ride home from work. Not only was I in a complete shock because I’m not sure what’s going on in the relationship, but he didn’t even offer me a ride home when I was positive of our relationship. In fact, the amount of times he’s offered to drive me places has reduced significantly since he moved to Dundee. I can’t help but wonder if there is a correlation. Continue reading
Spent last night with Katie watching bad films, that weren’t supposed to be bad but just were. For example: ‘Sharknado’ is supposed to be bad, ‘Hansel and Gretel’ is not supposed to be bad, it just is.
HP came home quite late and went straight to bed without saying a word, so I was quite surprised when, this morning when we crossed paths in the kitchen, he asked me what I was getting up to today.
For some reason I said, ‘Going to St Andrews for St Andrews Day.’ I have no idea why I said that as I had absolutely no plans to go to St Andrews and the thought hadn’t even occurred to me until it came out my mouth. Continue reading