Fab, Feisty and Sixty (ish)

....ugh!! I have always said, I don't want to date! I really loathe the idea! I haven't ever really done it.... oh a few times way back in the 1900's... If I'm meant to meet someone then he'll find me, this makes sense dontcha think? The few relationships I've had, and I think they total TWO in my adult life, we've just happened upon each other.. et voila! To arrange, and manipulate strikes me that I will appear desperate! And that I am not...well maybe a bit, though not to meet, greet and marry you understand, been there done that.. I cannot imagine doing that again, aint gonna have more kids so what is the point! So the story is, my pal knows a guy, a work colleague....and apparently told him that he should meet me, as in she thinks we are suited...now bear in mind she knows my story, knows how I feel about dating and knows that although I am 'open' to the idea.. I kind of can't be arsed....and yet she knows I have needs. Well not necessa...

no longer dragging my bones into my stuffy uniform and sloughing my feet down the hill  to a long day of boredom,  with too much time to think I have a new purpose, into which I can channel my energies and drive... I now am a whirling dervish of enthusiasm, bustle and hustle and my days, often all seven of them, have a focus, at my new store that is challenging and exciting, a pulse long overdue ... and so begins each new day as I grab some juice, a cuppa  and toast, and pad into the back yard... the sun is already hotting up,  and the blazing sunlight enhances the home grown florals I can't help but smile  in response to this morning glorious which greets me, at the start of my day... who knows what the day will bring...! Saz x

not there yet....  if I let go it may no longer feel real... I still want him so.... Saz x