My day off today so I took a bus to Ripon, about 2 hours away.
Last time I was there I thought it was a really nice place, I'd like to retire there one day. It didn't seem quite as nice today. Mind you, I was last there with the Silent One, still silent after 6 weeks. I'm not pining. I've asked myself whether I'd be happier now if I'd just let him carry on wiping his feet on me, and the answer is a resounding no for this rose blossom; but I miss the company sometimes, I guess we got on well 80% of the time.
One thing I went to do was to practise going into a restaurant to have a meal; not a cafe in a store, a real restaurant. I can be quite shy about that, so I was practising for Paris. Managed that, and it was a nice fishcake too.
Negatives: I went out looking ho-o-t - so I was deflated when a kind shop assistant called me 'my love' and the 20-something bus driver called me 'dear'. I suddenly felt like and old lady with permed hair. Poo.
Posivite: I went into the Bon Marche clothes shop (don't know if it's in the States? very cheapncheerful, used to be for old ladies with permed hair but has got a lot younger recently; or maybe I AM an oldy lady with permed hair.....) I'm looking for a navy blue pair for Paris. I thought I'd try on a UK16, knowing it'd be tight but Paris is still 8 weeks away, worth a try. Chickies, I had to go back for a UK14!!!!! They looked so good, I tore off the label for the guy to put through the till and just wore them home. UK14!! Now, I'm not being a killjoy when I say they were obviously cut large, they truly were - but I love that I bought a UK14!