This morning I was up earlier than usual for a Sunday – my indulgence day when I stay in bed as long as I can get away with it. That is, until Mum remembers I am there and finds me a job to do.
Alan stayed over (on the sofa) after missing the last train. Last week similar had happened and he left for home before I got up. I was told in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want that to happen again.
I haven’t been very kind to him this week. I’m not sure why I have had ‘hate Alan days’ as the poor dear had been doing his best to acknowledge a special week for us. Friday the 11th was the 6 month anniversary of our engagement, closely followed by my 19th birthday on the 12th.
I suggested we met for lunch on the 11th, just to do something a bit different on the day but he refused. That was probably for financial reasons as he sent me a bouquet of roses and carnations, for my birthday.
I was so disappointed! What use are they when I need something practical now I am saving so hard. A visit to C & A for a new blouse would have been very favourable.
I didn’t cheer up until we were watching Waltz of the Toreadors at the cinema in Marble Arch. A Peter Sellers film I enjoyed so much.
It was my fault that the weekend finished on a low note. I bought the tickets for the film Moon Pilot, a SciFi comedy we had both been looking forward to. It was only when we left the box office that I realised it doesn’t start until tomorrow, Monday. So we sat through two X certificate horror films!