I had a migraine today. Yesterday's headache bounced back this morning and, in spite of dosing myself up, I found it very hard to do the transfers as it got steadily worse. Luckily it was only a three hour round trip so I could go home to bed and recover for the afternoon.


I was left feeling very shakey and fragile, as often happens in the aftermath. I nearly didn't go over to see NGI when he asked me but I did want to see him and made the effort. It was very, very hard to extract myself from the warm embrace and do the Drive of Shame back home but I had a curfew to keep. I feel a bit like a teenager myself these days and the image is enhanced by my daughters slight censoriousness towards my new social habits; very much in an overbearing parental style. They are just not used to me dating so I let them know when I would be back and left them phone numbers. And a bag of chocolate.


I would have preferred to spend the night but I don't want to turn into the sort of person that ignores nearest and dearest in favour of a guy. I do really like the way that he likes for me to sleep over and vice versa. I've never been in a sleep over status relationship before (we were either together all the time or not at all) and part of me enjoys the small details, like leaving a toothbrush there, having one of his shirts for me and  a particular side of the bed. Incidentally, we both have the same side of the bed sleeping patterns but it doesn't seem to be a problem as we go by the owner/occupier has right of choice in their own dwelling.


This guy can be absolutely lovely but he switches gear from caring and tender to pragmactic way too quickly for me. It's a bit bewildering. I suppose he's working it out, too.

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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