Sunday, December 03, 2006

On the Third Day of...

...December! the sun shone brightly, a perfect day to stroll along the windswept dunes, arm in arm with my True Love and about 8500 other folk drawn by the annual spectacle of the seals. Not knowing Who my True Love is, nor where he lives, his phone number etc., I was unable to stalk call him so I rang my Ex-MightHaveBeenLoveButTurnedOutJustToBeHabit to drive over and entertain me instead. ( That's another bad habit that I really ought to think about quitting).

He had a hangover. I didn't. I wanted to do something energetic and outdoorsy. He didn't. We settled on Lincoln which was empty, the entire population having departed for the coast. I can tolerate shopping in those conditions.

10 Comments:

Blogger tom909 said...

Sweet Cherry Pie, at last working my way through my bloggy friends only to find you yet again being too fussy about your menfolk.
Get a bottle of wine down you babe, then they'll all look perfect til you wake up in the morning.
So now I have to come here every day to see if Xmas turns up a Mr Perfect.
Love You.

1:22 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

Now we're agreed about it being December, we can start work on your choice of men.

I was going to say something about slightly more mature, slightly clerical sort of chaps, but it sounded too flirty, so I won't.

3:08 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

I love Lincoln. I spent two years studying there. Happiest days of my life.

4:42 pm  
Blogger Lee said...

Ugh...is the idea of a True Love supposed to make me feel slightly nauseous?

4:53 pm  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

Now you're moving on to the Christmas SEALS are we?
I appreciate the religious reference with the bad habit bit and all of the corresponding applicable 'Nun' jokes..as in gettin' nun..but please don't remind me about shopping!
I HATE christmas shopping..but I would love it if I were the Sultan of Brunei.
If I were the Sultan I'd buy you Clive Owen for Christmas.

5:07 pm  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Tom - Mr Perfect has just shown up. Shame you are already happily married to Mrs Perfect. XXX

Dave - slightly more mature is certainly not ruled out. Of course, being the same age as me, within a month or so, that would rule you out. Shame. I think I'd make quite a good vicar's wife. The coffee mornings would certainly be lively.

And Lincoln is great, especially when you have it almost to yourself.

Lee - it's a poor reference to The Twelve Days Of Christmas. I know I really am scraping the barrel here.

HE - If you were the Sultan, I would happily accept Clive Owen, only after checking that you hadn't mixed him up with Michael Owen. Shudder.

5:20 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

My Blogger profile may not be entirely truthful. It's more about what I think I am in my head, rather than the real world.

5:58 pm  
Blogger Cream said...

No wonder the womenfolk of Lincoln took their men to watch the seals...
A siren was coming to town...

7:17 pm  
Blogger Within Without said...

Sounds like you need to go shopping for another ex-mighthavebeenlovebut turnedoutjusttobehabit, CP.

Your True Love will find you, even among the seals.

1:08 am  
Blogger poolie said...

I LOVE ZIM

1:43 am  

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