I was very good, I directed Little D over towards the grapes and asked her to choose some because we all know how she felt about Bert and if she ran at him shouting his name and expecting him to pick her up, that, I suspect would be tricky for him to explain for the wife. I panicked, saw wife, stopped panicking because the world had then changed, I did not need to be equipped to deal with this kind of situation, he did. I drew the conclusion that she was his wife for a number of reasons (not least his reaction when he saw me) but he looked a bit fed up (like a man who did not want to be in the supermarket on a Saturday lunchtime) and they were choosing fruit and veg together, pawing over it in fact. so imagine how pleased I was in my momentary period of panic to see Bert with his WIFE. This was as far as it got in my head because to be honest, I didn't really care. It was not an impossible story (after all Tosspot was here for three months after he declared he was leaving), however, I did notice that Bert always wore his wedding ring, which is surely just odd if you are no longer with your spouse. Bert, in his quite frankly disasterous, attempts to woo me had laid on a story about how he and his wife had split up, she was after his money, they still lived in the same house but separate lives.
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In the fruit and veg aisle (which is always full of people), heading towards the bananas (is this too much information? I am scene setting.) and I looked up (took my eye of Little D for one second) and saw the back of someone's head and this momentary panic hit me, inner monologue : "Oh holy fuck, it is Bert, I would know the back of that head anywhere (horrible curly hair) what do I do now" (remember, NOT equipped to deal.) and then, I saw something and the panic subsided. Little D decided today to take baby in her pushchair (that is a doll, I do not have an undisclosed child), which is fine but she does like to push the pushchair at the speed of light and, in the supermarket on a Saturday, it does mean I have one eye on my trolley and another on how many people she may potentially mow down, whilst barking directions of "left, right, will you just wait until it is your turn. Once sorted we trolley-ed out to the supermarket to stock up on picnic stuff (we are off to the zoo tomorrow). I find it annoying that some nights you can drink four glasses of wine and be fine in the morning and yet on others you wake up with a "wine headache". even Little D said "mummy do you have a wine headache" - I should stress that this has not come from any of my previous behaviour but more why I have explained to her why she cannot drink wine "because it will give you a headache". I did not think I had drunk much - after all, I was responsible adult - but I did seem to wake up with a bit of a wine head this morning. In the back of my mind I had another one of those rules - "drunk women, always the first on the dance floor", although clearly this did not apply to Little D (I may let her stay up and party with the big kids once in a while but I draw the line at wine - before any of your start ringing the social).įortunately for me, Little D then slept in until 9.30 - I was having some sort of nightmare that she would trot in at 6am but she is like her mother in more sense than one and so she was wanting her sleep.
We were actually the only people on the dance floor for quite some time. So, Little D and I went to a Christening and evening shindig last night and were partying the night away until 11pm (Little D is just coming up for 5 remember), I had thought she would have pegged out much before this, but no, that girl can party like the best. It must be coming on for three months since the last contact with Bert and I had probably got a little comfortable - I mean, if I haven't seen him out and about by now, then I probably won't.
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Since this day, I have kind of lived with a sort of hesitation that I may see him when I am out and about and, like so many of the situations with Bert, I would have no idea how to deal with or handle this. At this point I should state that nothing ever went on with Bert and I, despite his best efforts, other than him invading my personal space on a regular basis. Bert was, after all, the original inspiration for the Blog's creation but after many weeks of stalkerish like tendencies and, if we are honest, me having enough of too much unwanted attention (eventually), Bert was given his marching orders and, to give him his due, he marched. Usual readers of the Blog will no doubt be intrigued by the title of this update.
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