Friday, January 2
All of our wonderful snow had disappeared by last night, which was quite a feat considering there was so much of it. I suspected it could just be around the corner, hiding from me, but I ventured out today to buy some bread and it seems that my street isn't an anomaly and 95% of the snow has in fact melted. Or been abducted. Apparently Simon and his friends went out to play in it whilst it was still here, having a snowball fight and so on. The next day (yesterday) he woke up unable to breathe properly. He rang the
NHS Direct who advised him to go see his doctor. However Simon's not one of those who gets round to doing things in a hurry and he still hasn't registered with a doctor since he's been living on this side of Leeds. It's been three years. Oh well. So as he was doctor-less, and it was New Year's Day anyway he decided to go up to A&E. The doctor who examined him apparently said his cold had got down onto his chest which was made worse by going out in the snow and he should stay inside to rest and keep warm. So he wasn't coming round to see me today, or yesterday. And I was dispatched to the chemists and the corner shop to go fetch Gaviscon and Coke as collecting them himself was obviously far too dangerous a proposition.
I was a bit reluctant to go round, I felt sure evidence of
her would be everywhere and I'd get upset, but he talked me into coming round. I'm a sucker for hugs. It turned out the only signifier of her existence which weren't usually there were Christmas cards headed with greetings like "To my fantastic boyfriend"; "To our Daughter and Son-in-Law"; "To my sister" and so on. I wasn't very impressed to see them, he could at least have taken them down for me. I did my best to ignore them though and instead played with their cat who took delight in covering me with fur. I mused I should perhaps come around more often as I've been missing having a cat around, something small and warm and soft to stroke and cuddle up to. Simon offered to lend me her for a few days when he goes down to London for a fan convention in March or April. I think borrowing a cat is a rather amusing notion. I said I'd have to see what I was doing closer to the time. We also commented upon the fact that today is our anniversary of getting together. January 2nd, 1997, we were busy trying to get into each other's pants. The fact that we've known each other for the majority of a decade is quite scary.
I came home and started feeling depressed though. I can't pin point why. Not having anything to do and feeling aimless perhaps, but beyond that I don't know. Writing this has lifted my mood a bit, distracted me I suppose. Rory's gone out with his friends for a Curmudgeonly Old Blokes' Anti-New Year Celebration so I'm left having to entertain myself. I read through
Love and Desire last night, it features some wonderful photographs, I became rather jealous. I'm meant to be deciding on a tattoo I'd like and also finding some health / exercise based groups to join in an attempt to stop me being so upset by my body and its insistence on flabbiness. I don't think I have the energy for these though. Instead I'm trying to download the new Electrelane and Casiotone for the Painfully Alone albums and trying to not go eat more garlic mayonnaise on bread. What an exciting life I lead.
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