Popping Out

I’ve not been complimented on my poppies before, so it was nice to unexpectedly break that duck and not before time.

The fact that I hadn’t consciously planted the white poppies nor even knew that that’s what they were, is entirely beside the point. I am appreciative of the nice old lady who called out to me with the compliment as I was fettling around with the car.

The fettling was taking place as I was off for an overnight stay a little way away. I had a date with a nice lady booked in and wanted to be be able to relax with a drink and not worry about driving home. I wasn’t aware when I agreed to meet this evening that it was the date of the clash betwixt England and Scotland, but as it was to turn out, I didn’t miss an awful lot anyway!

Besides, I had good company. There is a little irony in that I had only logged back into the dating app (I forget what it was called - massivepainawaits.org, preparetobeemotionallycrushed.com something like that) as I realised they had taken yet more money from me in exchange for their intolerable cruelty. Just before I fully shut down, deleted and obliterated my account, I was drawn to one very pretty face in particular, so chanced my arm and sent a message, which to my amazement was answered and a correspondence ensued leading up to a really good dinner complete with a fine bottle of Malbec served at that perfect temperature you get in restaurants. 

We had a nice time together and will hopefully see other again, but having been down this often painful road before, in the interests of self-preservation, I shall not be “counting the poultry before it’s incubated” (thank you, Moira Rose) and shall instead choose to enjoy any future nice moments, in the moment.