The Corner House

Another thing I do when I should be cracking on with essay is...
oh, dear...
but I can't be the only one...
google name of old...
well, crush, is probably the word.
Can't find him but his ex-wife comes up. She was never a looker and is now very round-faced, bespectacled and easy sixty.
And I still think she's the luckiest woman in the world. I know they're divorced but she got to have his babies.
I was good girl at the time (or just scared) and choose not to get involved with a married man.
Look where that got me?
Go for it, pollygarter.

Most of the time when I'm meant to be writing my essay, I'm looking at houses for sale on the Internet. I've even e-mailed the estate agent to send me updates.
One such update came today. Love at first site. A terraced house but somehow a rather exceptional one. Very pretty, with three bedrooms.
Disadvantage (well, second disadvantage, the first being my own house isn't even on the market and can't be for till next summer) - a huge garden. I mean, the Real McCoy, full of flower beds and shrubs and things growing.
I can just imagine the state of it if I moved in. Honestly, they should offer a reduction if a house comes with such an appendage. All I need is some sort of grass at the back for the cat.
But such a lovely house.
I'd have to watch every Alan Titchmarsh programme going. At least he's handsome.

No, haven't been posting of late.
A week of eye problems. You don't wanna know. Had to apply for mitigating circumstances because of it. Everyone very understanding. Result I'm now imprisoned by the essay I should have finished a week ago.
Oh, well.
Blue Eyes very kind, running me back and forth to eye hospital.
No, it hasn't caused me to fall in love with him.
I think Bonnie would, though, if she wasn't spoken for. She certainly likes him and Durham is somewhat jealous.
Bonnie has also despaired of my love life. She's come to the conclusion that I do not want a man because it would tie me down or make me accept the limitations of reality or some such twaddle.
I maintain that I just want to be in love.
She asks where do my ideas of love come from? The Jackie magazines I read when I was 15?