One More Thing
I am trying to make up for almost a week's lack of blogs you see...
After the sad departure of Thims, I had been feeling a little bit lonely and friendless. When it comes down to it, the area we live in is His territory, not mine, and although I adore our friends, most particularly the wonderful Nambo and McFrankie, they were His friends first, and if, god forbid, He and I should ever be no more, I anticipate that they all (with the possible exception of McFrankie though I wouldn't like to bet on it) would return to being His friends, and not really mine. Thims was the only friend we had round here who was actually my friend, and had loyalty squarely to me.
However, over the last week or so I have ben quietly cultivating a new friendship with the delightful Scarfee, a new work collague in another department. She is one of those people with whom I found very early on that I had a frightening amount in common with, examples as below:
1. She attended the school where I once taught watersports (no giggles please) in Singapore.
2. The last three books we each read are the same three.
3. Her favourite place in Singapore was the bookshop which was also my favourite place.
4. She likes to chat by email in work time, but abhors the use of email/text slang in the aforementioned emails.
Suffice to say, we have hit it off. I like this girl. She is also very attractive, in a healthy, glowing, girl next door kind of way, and rightly or wrongly, I do like having attractive friends. The only slight concern I have is that she is five years younger than me, and I have a fear that were we ever to be mistaken for a couple (as Thims and I/ Hunter and I/ Mathilda and I/ Homegirl and I have all been on accasion), I would be the older, uglier one. Hmmm.
Nope, still like her.
After the sad departure of Thims, I had been feeling a little bit lonely and friendless. When it comes down to it, the area we live in is His territory, not mine, and although I adore our friends, most particularly the wonderful Nambo and McFrankie, they were His friends first, and if, god forbid, He and I should ever be no more, I anticipate that they all (with the possible exception of McFrankie though I wouldn't like to bet on it) would return to being His friends, and not really mine. Thims was the only friend we had round here who was actually my friend, and had loyalty squarely to me.
However, over the last week or so I have ben quietly cultivating a new friendship with the delightful Scarfee, a new work collague in another department. She is one of those people with whom I found very early on that I had a frightening amount in common with, examples as below:
1. She attended the school where I once taught watersports (no giggles please) in Singapore.
2. The last three books we each read are the same three.
3. Her favourite place in Singapore was the bookshop which was also my favourite place.
4. She likes to chat by email in work time, but abhors the use of email/text slang in the aforementioned emails.
Suffice to say, we have hit it off. I like this girl. She is also very attractive, in a healthy, glowing, girl next door kind of way, and rightly or wrongly, I do like having attractive friends. The only slight concern I have is that she is five years younger than me, and I have a fear that were we ever to be mistaken for a couple (as Thims and I/ Hunter and I/ Mathilda and I/ Homegirl and I have all been on accasion), I would be the older, uglier one. Hmmm.
Nope, still like her.
posted by Mookmoo at 10:29 am
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