Turning the Frown, Upside Down

Last time I blogged, I was low and lonely.
I'm not quite sure what happened after I wrote that because I seemed to pick myself up and had the courage to go on a date once again.
I was very nervous. Not quite sure what I'd let myself in for as he seemed quite a Jack-the-Lad. Maybe another bad apple to screw up my head!?


He was running late. Quite late in fact. Stuck in the rush hour traffic. I had to find time to kill, which I did quite easily. Its amazing how time flies when you shop! ;)
We met at a pub and it was a little awkward at first... probably as expected
but The date was amazing.
I've never felt so at ease within minutes.
I had an instant attraction to this big beaming smile and friendly exterior.
A few drinks in a pub. Watched a couple of low key bands in a intimate venue. Then moved on to a bar with a jam session.
Drinks flowed, laughter, stories which equated to no awkward silences and not wanting to say Goodbye.

Six weeks on, I am in a great relationship with someone who seems to be besotted with me and I am besotted with him.
For me it's still very much the honeymoon period, wanting to spend every moment with him and always be in contact but for him, he says it's beyond that and he couldn't be happier.

He always makes me smile and is so caring and has many other wonderful qualities about him which makes me feel I'm on to a winner.

Here's hoping 2010 brings me new experiences, excitement, joy and love.

*Merry Christmas one and all and here's to a wonderful 2010*

Thoughts Scribbled on Paper

I found some thoughts scribbled on a piece of paper, I remember when I wrote them. I was taking photos from dusk to nightfall in London at the beginning of the year and emotions started to run through me and I wanted to jot them down... so I did. It's brief but to the point.


"I'm so stupidly emotional right now in a vibrant buzzing city on my own. It's big and I'm so small. It's beautiful and I feel like I'm in my own world. Alone. I stroll through the empty train station, to board the empty train home. No one else in my carriage but me and the discarded free sheets. I rest my head against the wall but how I wish it was someone's shoulder. Someone to call my own."