Although it has been a good few weeks now since all my ex’s stuff has been removed from the house, for some odd reason, today was the day my brain said “hey – have you noticed now empty this place looks?”. And my brain was right (it hasn’t been right for some time, but today, I’m prepared to give it the benefit of the doubt) – the house is empty. I need to do some shopping – but more importantly, I need to go shopping with someone female. This house has been stripped of its female-ness, you know, the cute things, the pretty paintings, the way that they just arrange things in a way that turns a house into a home. I won’t confess to knowing how they do it, but living with someone in my experience simply transforms a collection of walls, ceilings, doors and other miscellaneous construction materials into a cosy, warm place to live.
All that, and the fact that I did all the things I needed to do today much faster than I anticipated leaves me without having made a plan for the evening – bar the odd MSN chit-chat with friends and some ‘phone calls. It’s mighty cold outside, but I may risk a small walk later just to stop my bones from seizing up. Hell, I may even test my theory that walking into a pub by yourself with a book makes you look like a sad sorry case. If cowardice doesn’t prevent that from happening, I’ll blog about it later.
Apparently, I’ve had no visitors today. Well, the blog is only a day or two old, and I did it more because I wanted to write than I wanted anyone to read (although I’d clearly be lying a tad if I said I didn’t want ANYONE to read it, or I’d have just written a private diary – this blog is my padded room to shout and scream from!) I remain curious as to other people’s opinions and thoughts on some of the things that I have said. Maybe I’m tagging this all wrong? Maybe it just simply isn’t interesting? If I talked about sex instead, my visitor count may possibly go through the roof – temporarily, until the visitors in question realised I’d sneaked them here under false pretenses.
So, shopping, ladies?
